Short erotica....'Necessary'....shades of bsdm


The faint glow of early morning sifted through the heavy drapes of the room. 
Her eyes popped open in sudden remembrance of her location.  Not moving a
muscle, a smile spread across her face as she heard his deep, regular
breathing.  Without turning, she pictured his long frame stretched across the
bed.  Even as she drank in the stimuli to her senses, she felt the fullness of
her sore cunt.  Her body started a slow roll to her stomach, and was caught
short by the searing pressure and pain of her tits against the bed.  She
stretched her legs and gasped at the stinging of her thighs.  

Trying desperately to take a quiet deep breath, she regretted any attempt at
movement, however stiff her body might have been.  Every nerve was suddenly
awake and reminding her of recent painful pleasures.  She didn't want to wake
him.  Biting her lower lip, she gave her body one good relaxing stretch, found
a position she could hold, and drifted back into sleep.

The next conscious moment was of a warm hand sliding over the welts on her
thigh.  The fingers traced the lengths of the raised bruises as a blind man
reads Braille.  She rolled instinctively towards the touch, opening her sore
self once again to his pleasure.  His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing
and prodding.  As his fingers found the swollen and tender lips of her cunt,
their sleepy moans echoed the aching desire kindling with the sun.  

She moved her hands above her head to grasp the headboard.  The movement
stretched her torso, and his hand slid over her stomach and ribs to grasp her
left breast in his hand and roll her nipple in his finger and thumb.  His
pressure slowly and steadily increased until she was whimpering and squirming
under his touch.  His moan was a fake sort of sympathetic as he pulled her into
his body.  Cradling her in his arms, he held both breasts and begin a
methodical torture of the tender nipples, pulling and pinching, listening to
her whimper and whine, increasing the pressure to feel her jump and squirm
against him.

The pain was bearable, and made her remember all the events of the previous
evening.  Her back arched and she felt him growing hard.  Her long legs
entwined with his, and she began to fight against his hold on her...slowly,
lazily, but struggling.  

As if he read her mind, she felt him rising over her, and moving their bodies
together.  The pain of his thighs against her welts was forgotten in the quick
thrust of his hard cock into her cunt.  His hand clamped over her mouth as she
gasped, preventing the scream that would have followed.  The fuck, first slow
and thoughtful, grew to a furious fuck of passion and animalistic need.  There
was no withholding, no waiting, and soon her cunt was spastic vise of orgasm
around his thrusting cock.  He buried himself within her and she felt his hot
seed pulse into her body.  

He sank down, rolling to the side, and pulled her down near him.  Necessities
accomplished, they drifted back to sleep.