You Know You Wouldn’t Want It Any Other Way

I’m a bitch

“I love it when you’re mean,” he says, the words coming in a stumble-rush stutter that matches the shake-tremor of his limbs. Upon this admission,

I’m a lover

I sloooow

D
O
W
N

changing up my previously-punishing grip for a softer, looser, barely-there palm glide over his straining purple-veined arousal.

I’m a child

His sharp intake of breath makes me laugh aloud. That oh-shit-I’m-gonna-cum tell-tale suck of air just makes me want to play with him more. Like a kid with a temporarily-favorite toy (or a cat with a mouse)…

(Perhaps a puss with a toy mouse?)

(We all know the mouse never wins.)

(But it’s so.much.fun to toy with…)

I’m a mother

“Shhhh…”

I shush him, not because I don’t like his response — not that, never that — but because he needs to know it’s okay,

I’m a sinner

as *I* let go (of my shush-stroke grip) that he lets go (of his can’t-hold-back release)

I’m a saint

even though I’ve let go _just_ in time to make him work for it, to require his fuck muscles to flex, to be sure he’s pumping only the air before spilling over

I do not feel ashamed

into (ruined) orgasm.

Again.

I’m your hell
I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way

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Post title and in-text lyrics (colorized for clarification) borrowed from Meredith Brooks’ 1998 hit Bitch.