You know she will….
Escape your squeezing and merciless thighs. Turn in and on you, throwing her body atop yours, as she seizes back control with a wrenching of hair and sharing of glare.
That when she does, your face will contort in pain and anger, just as her’s does now.
Know though you do — certain though you are, you look not to the door or for escape — for a way to deescalate or reach peace.
Because her anger, her fury, her commitment to your war is what you want — is what you need….
As there is no other way to purge what poisons your soul. No other way to quell the demons that eat at you both.
You must fight — must punish — must struggle, with and against each other until an end comes.
With you atop her, victorious and cruel — wanting and insistent in your right to humiliate her to tears and then past them. Or she above you, no less ready to claim the spoils she has earned.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in