Stop Crying And Take It. Hot!

“Stop crying and take it.” hot!

“Keep crying it’s getting me close" F̷̹̤̣͇̼̹͕̅̋̔͝Ū̸̢̜̦̬͂͛͊̔͘̕C̷̣̩̮̭͚̑̅̾̊̆K̸̤͆͗.

He has every right to demand to hear about your trauma. He should make you relive every painful detail while you stroke him, he touches you or even re-enacts it with you.

You should just be grateful that there’s something useful you can do.

Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll even give you new traumas so you’re not such a worthless whore for a minute.

sit on your knees before me and pray aloud for all the things you wish to be done to you. be explicit and allow every thought to spill from your spinning mind. share the specific details from all of your disgusting fantasies. confess all the sins you’ve partaken in against my say as you fearfully look up at me.

be respectful and never break eye contact when your God is gracing you with more than just a glance. clasp your hands together in prayer and feel as the desperation grows in your gut, feel the embarrassment washing over your burning face. you wish to be showered with love from God, don’t you? to feel the warming touch of my merciful hand? … then you will worship me with firm belief that i am the God you will kneel for until the end of time. you will worship the ground i walk on as you equally do the boot i grind between your legs.

with a quick grab at your face, i’ll guide your wavering vision back to my eyes. now repeat this verse until your voice grows too weak to continue.

“my faith is undying, my loyalty forever remains, for i am yours, and you are my God.”

craving being touched while sleepy, i want you to grope me all over while i'm so out of it that i don't even notice you doing anything until you slip a finger inside me.

put my hands in a prayer tie before you make me worship you