Whether An Hour And A Half Or Four Hours Straight, Our Ldr Calls Always End Like This!

Whether an hour and a half or four hours straight, our ldr calls always end like this!

imagine lying on the bed while he’s still inside you after an intense love making session before he goes on deployment and suddenly you burst into tears.

"please don't go, si... can we just stay like this for a while... just a bit longer?!" you sob out, pouting.

his heart crumbles in his chest at this sight of you. it's just as difficult for him as it is for you everytime you have to part.

"ok, ok! we'll stay like this. I'm here, love. I'm here." he coos between kisses placed on your trembling lips, his weight pressed against you and his warmth radiating onto your skin.

this is where you feel the safest. this is your home... him.

"I'll make a call to let them know I'll be late." he says to ease your mind.

"ok... just hold me please!" you plead with glossy eyes and he tightens his arms around your glistening body, planting soft kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"i love you... so much, si!" you whisper into his ear.

"i love you too, dove." he murmurs back, trailing his lips against your sensitive skin until he reaches your puffy lips and captures them in a passionate kiss, filled with his ever-burning love for you.

Damn, called out again!

Every little bit helps!

hey guys !!! 💓🥺 it's meee again

i am supposed to eat 3x a day with this medication i'm taking and i don't have a way to do that where i'm at (way up north at a friend's place and no there isn't food :c my friend is hungry as well and just sleeping it off). if there's any way somebody can pls buy me food today i would be so grateful? 🥺 doordash gift card? cashapp? either would be so helpful. thanks for reading!!!

Can you please write about cnc on a packed and busy train? The nastier the better!

Will do!

Silent Running - The Train Ride

Standing at the station, I reveled in the new found freedom of being in the big city. Looking back on my upbringing, always over-protective of my deaf-muteness, my parents were conservative in every way. But here, with my new technology on my phone, I can communicate with speaking people with text-to-voice, and their speech can either translate to text or American sign language. What a change in attitude about everything this has been for me! Not only would I have not ventured out in the city alone, but dressed the way I am? What a contrast to the below the knee dresses which I was only allowed to wear. Now, with everything available to me that I've seen on TikTok, I imagine I look pretty hot in my cropped top and mini-skirt. I giggled soundlessly to myself, imagining my parent's expression if they could see me now.

The train pulled to the stop and the doors swished opened in front of me like in an episode of Star Trek. My excitement at my first solo ride was muted as I am suddenly swept on board by a crowd that had been standing behind me. Having been purposely isolated from crowds growing up, a flood of claustrophobia rises like bile in my throat. I am aware of a phrase I had only read about - “packed like sardines” was the only description that shone through my panic-clouded mind.

Every seat was taken, and even the hanging handles are occupied as the train lurches forward. Were we not packed in so tightly, I would have ended up on the floor. Righting myself after being uncomfortably thrust into unfamiliar bodies added to my growing anxiety. Turning to see who had broken my fall, my eyes met with those of a neatly trimmed, bearded man. He is handsome, but something glowing behind those eyes makes me feel ill-at ease.

As soon as I broke eye contact, a turn of the train in a curve propelled me against him once more. This time, there was a pressure against my butt that I had only read about in hidden romance novels, sneaked in without my parents' knowledge. It was hard and had length and pressed forcefully against my ass. I lifted my phone to tell him to back off, was typing it in, when I felt a hand grasp fully on my ass cheek. In my panic, I drop my phone and it clattered to the floor. Given the tightness of the surroundings, there is no way that I can bend and recover it. I am now without my “voice” to either protest or ask for help.

My arms are locked beside me as more people move in from another car. I cannot imagine that this one is less occupied that the one from which they come. Nevertheless, I can neither communicate nor move in my defense as I feel his fingers slip under my skirt. This can't be happening. Not my first sexual experience with a stranger!

His fingers are thick and long as they spread out over the cheeks of my ass, sliding under the material of my panties. He closes them capturing a fair amount of my flesh in his grip. I protest, but no sound escapes my parted lips. The movement of the train as it accelerates pushes me into his grip. His fingers slide across my skin, exploring in ways I've never felt, invading the crease between my cheeks. I should be horrified, so why is my cunt reacting as it is? Why the sudden moisture staining my panties?

I managed only to rise momentarily to my tiptoes when I feel his fingers brush through the hair on my pussy, searching for entrance between my soft labia. How funny that my mind refused to acknowledge the pleasure of his touch by the use of such formal language. When I feel his fingers part my pussy lips, they are met with such wetness that it betrays my arousal despite my attempts to wrest myself from his grasp.

Encouraged by what he discovers, I feel a finger plunge into me. I nearly swoon from the feeling. Because of fear? Because of shame? Or is it, because it feels good? I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, matching the heat of my core as he joins another finger to the first and begins to work them in and out of me. I shock myself as my body acts on it own, disembodied from my will, and my back arches, pushing his fingers deeper into me.

Reality overwhelms me and and I am relieved when when his hand vacates my panties. But why do I feel, what? Empty? My relief is short-lived as his hand is replaced by the previous bulge that had pressed against me. It is no longer shielded by clothing, but it bare...and hard...and oddly soothing against my skin as it probes for the same purchase that his fingers had found.

Breath deserts me as my lungs lock up. Here is no gentle entry. The lurch of the train matches the violence of his cock driving into me. How can I lose my virginity here, now, to a stranger whose face I've only seen once? The pain of the sudden entry causes my thighs to seize up as though electrified. There is little movement. Even he does not have room for that, but the discomfort of my cunt being brutally filled dissolves as my body relaxes and I feel the walls of my pussy conform around his dick as though it is welcoming it in. That's insane! That's not what I want...or is it?

Most of the movement in me is exacerbated by the swaying of the crowd reacting to the movement of the train, but it is enough. Oh, is it enough! My pussy soon has the invading cock soaked in my juices. Even though our movement is limited, it facilitates just enough that I am vacillating between revulsion and revelry. Before I can decide, there is a new sensation. A hand has reached around me and slipped into the front of my panties. Fingertips are circling my clit rhythmically, causing me to rock back and forth as much as the crowd allows, between pressing against them and arching back to the cock that feels like it is swelling even larger within me. It is not until another hand glides across my bare stomach, up under my top and squeezes one of my breasts, that I realize that it is impossible for the original man to be doing both.

My eye shift quickly from one side to another. As they encounter pairs of eyes that quickly avoid identification, I cannot assess who, or how many are now engaged in violating my body. Touches come from all directions, hands, fingertips, grasping and massaging whatever exposed flesh they can manage in such tight quarters. My nipples ache and harden under numerous fingers and palms. My clit twitches as turns are taken stroking and patting it mercilessly.

My legs grow weak beneath me as a totally new sensation wells up in my core and explodes, sending waves of ectascy along every nerve pathway, robbing me of breath and sensibility. So this is what those slutty romance novels described as an orgasm. Their words fail to comprehend all that I am feeling as the train slows to a stop. The doors swish open and the crowd evacuates as quickly as they had pressed in.

Suddenly lacking the pressing support, I stumble to a seat. Juices not only my own trickle down my thighs past where my panties should have contained them. How had they been removed in that tight environment? I'll never know.

All I do know, is that I'm looking forward to my next train ride.

Before you would get that load, Ella, you'd have to provide me with breakfast. Sweeping the table free of clutter, I lift you onto it. Ripping your thong from you, I spread your legs and throw them over my shoulder. Gazing at the beauty between, I dive face first and feast on your juices. Satisfied after you cum in my mouth, I pull you forward, your hips off the table's edge, drive my cock is so that your supported only by my plunging into you again and again. After you take my load, I replace your panties and demand you can only drain into them to remind you that I'll want dinner when I return.

Yes sir. I am happy to serve you as the silly little girl I am. I’ll have a meal on the table and house clean before you come home. Then you can use me to your own desires. Love, Ella

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