Pressure deep in the the abyss of my treacherous soul
Unrelenting as if it want to find what little light that left
Tender touches or sweet kisses is not in my DNA
Yet you push
Softly at first,intensify the pressure
I’ll swallow back the moan
Will not rub my chest
To show the ache
“Tell me what you need?”
Not a word is uttered
Anger erupts and my hand grabs your throat.
“It takes 4.4lbs of pressure to squeeze on your jugular to crush your wind pipe and erase that defiance from your eye.”
I can feel the latent excitement ratchet up your pulse
Which in turn feed the beast within
“What do you need!” Said through clenched teeth.
“This and More”
Squeezing, enjoying your uncomfortability
Instantly you want to struggle but you fight yourself to stay.
Reaching over cutting off your air supply from your nose
As I continue pressure on throat
Something beautiful happens the sway of unsteady body sign of unsteady body sign of losing the first one reality
Letting go and enjoy every cough and deep breath
“You are mine to play with. You cock will be the one to feel the rage of my beast.”
You definitely need a moan… WTF?!
I need a lot more than a moan.
Damn! Hopefully, the beast within is satiated for a bit. <3
Hmm. We will see😊
I could give you a lot more than a moan and here it is.
Could you now? Piquing my interest
“To feel the rage of my breast” is this a feminist piece, Fia? Hahahahaha
I think you want to feel the rage of my breasts. lmao.
Hmm. Maybe I’ll consider writing about that…
Now I would love to read that (giggling)
Damn, Fia. Hotter than the 3rd ring of hell. I never read Dante’s Inferno. lol. But you get what I was going for my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian