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My "first time" was against my will. Warning: highly graphic and potentially triggering. |
| context ▼ he steps forward and his lips press against mine invading tongue probing...exploring...conquering instinctively I recoil, repelled by the obnoxious intimacy his eyes sparkle in the sunshine, but the smile on his lips leaves his eyes untouched the sun glinting on the knife in his hand speaks ominously of a greater intimacy to come his left hand on my shoulder presses downwards and my eyes widen in terror as understanding dawns I fall to my knees, lips quivering, tears falling whimpering as I watch him fumble at his clothes unable to control his excitement, desperate to free himself... till finally the condemned man is shown the instrument of his torture the knife blade is cold against my cheek, silent yet insistent sobs wrack my body as I reluctantly part my lips and he guides himself towards the entrance his hands behind my head slowly pull me closer... in this far corner of the schoolyard, overfilled industrial bins spill their garbage a vile, squalid setting for a vile, squalid act as we merge and become as one my eyes bulge in horror as the invader breaches the gates muffling cries of shock as it enters, impaling, skewering moving relentlessly forward, insinuating itself ever deeper stopping only when I start to gag and retch passivity is not an option, submission is not enough the ubiquitous knife demands cooperation, engagement, enthusiasm under his triumphant gloating leer, I moan with revulsion as my lips and tongue enfold him in a warm embrace as our bodies fuse into a profane whole clouds pass over the sun as if in sympathy determined to shroud this abomination in darkness conceal my shame from the eyes of the world only sounds reveal the developing obscenity sighs of pleasure mingle with sobs of anguish as his eyes half close, his hips begin to move and we start briskly mating in the shadows ...time flies by, yet time crawls... fighting every instinct, I try to work with him praying it will help speed him to a finish ...minutes like seconds, yet minutes like hours... hands grip head, hands clutch buttocks securing our bond as we vigorously copulate ...in the wink of an eye, an age is passing... hips pump, phallus thrusts, lips purse, tongue licks such commonality of purpose, but such diversity of motive ...time loses all meaning... lungs suck in air, brows bead with sweat two minds focused on a common goal ...and all too soon, though after an eternity... the rhythm quickens, the thrusts become frantic... a geyser erupts, ejecta spatters... cries of ecstasy mix with cries of disgust that which is expelled with relish is received with loathing hands on head grip tightly, as flailing hands push impotently coupling is maintained and separation is denied bodies shudder and eyes fly wide open an unspeakable tableau seems frozen in time facial expressions of delight and agony indistinguishable as a reservoir drains and a cavern floods he pulls out quickly, and I move to spit but a hand on my mouth tells of different finale I swallow hard and try not to heave as the fruit of his lust slips down my throat appetite sated, he dresses and runs... the clouds part to bring light back to the darkness and I drop to all fours, hawking and spitting spiderweb trails hanging from my lips, glistening in the sun |
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