Listen, If Youre Going To Pull My Hair,

listen, if you’re going to pull my hair,

you’re going to have to fuck me violently.

i don’t make the rules.

hate sex.

rough touches and harsh kisses as both of you try to gain dominance. Clothes flying everywhere. Hands slipping over your body grabbing and caressing wherever they please. dark hickeys trailing from your neck down your torso. I hate yous whispered in the midst of everything, both of you knowing its not true. being fucked so hard you can't walk and your both moaning messes.

hate sex

“Stop crying and take it.” hot!

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

"You talk too much," okay? So pin me to a wall with your dagger to my throat and shut me up?

You walk up to me, take your face between your palms and kiss me deep. I immediately kiss you back but the second i push into you, you pull back and sigh. “You’re almost perfect, you know?”

I furrow my brow, because i don’t know. What don’t i know?? You let go and your gentle touch leaves a void on my skin. I resist the urge to reach for you, trying not to seem too desperate. “Almost?” I’m almost afraid to ask.

“You know, I saw you and i really thought maybe you could replace her. And you’re… fine.. cute even.. but Rebecca..” you trail off, looking away, and the image of your ex girlfriend comes to my mind. Inside, a jealousy burns, but more than that, a severe disappointment in myself. She was objectively gorgeous, with a tall, slim, figure and long thick hair. Hardly thinking i look down at myself, my curves- the curves i spend years building in the gym, mousy brown hair cut to my prominent collarbones. “I just can’t stop thinking about her body..” you look back at me, up and down. “The way her tits were just too big to grab entirely” i notice mine- saggy from weight loss, noticeably smaller with stretch marks. You reach up and takes a lock of my hair between his fingers “that slutty blonde hair i could grab and control” You lightly pull on the strand, then let it go. “You’re pretty hot but Rebecca- she was my perfect little slut.”

Inside, i recoil as if i was slapped in the face. Unable to stop myself, i mutter “i want to be your perfect little slut”

I can’t believe i just said that, I’m inwardly trying to backpedal out of humiliation as you take a step away from me. “Haley i couldn’t ask you to do that.. it’s okay, i can settle for your shorter brown hair and your smaller tits”

As you step back, i find my shame take a back seat to my desire for approval. My desire to be perfect for you “no really, i was actually thinking of a change.. maybe some extensions, and going blonde!” Your eyes light up, satisfying a need in me that resonates so deep “really? You would do that?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Yes! I could do that to be your little slut” i grin wickedly and try to close the gap you made earlier, but your smile falters a little

“Well, almost…” you look straight at my tits. I don’t know what to say, a boob job seems like … a lot… but at the same time… it would be nice to have better tits… and if it helped that smile come back…

“And maybe …” i say, a little more hesitantly “i could get my tits a little bigger…” that smile comes back tenfold as you wrap your arms around me “oh Hails, that means so much to me that you’d be willing to put yourself through that just to be perfect for me”

I only hear the words “perfect for me” and i smile, dumbly.

Two months later I’m a blonde with 38DDs. A little bigger than i wanted but the way you’ve been looking at them while i recovered makes it worth it. I’m a little in debt, but luckily, you’ve been covering most of my meals (mostly salad, since we both thought i could afford to lose a few pounds) and tonight’s the night i can finally be your perfect little slut.

You kiss me, deep and spend so much time playing with my desensitized tits, grabbing and pinching at them the way i used to love.

As you slide in, you moan into my ear “i knew you were my perfect little slut, Rebecca”

the need to worship your partner as your god - the urge to worship them, the ground they walk on, their body. wanting to be their loyal follower and being so graceful for being allowed to be with such an holy being. being allowed to please and serve them, and even being rewarded by their touch or worlds.