I feel the wind wrap around my face, refreshing to my lungs as I inhale. Wherever I am, I get the sense that everything is going to be okay. I feel the loving hands from a man curl around my shoulders and squeeze. It's Ash.
This is our future.
"Do you know how much I want you?" he asks.
I tear up - both in this vision and in real life. My lips quiver as I nod my head. "You have given me everything," I say.
He has shown me passion, strength, and a quiet confidence. He has given me a way out.
But he won't take that for an answer. He presses his forehead against the side of my head and closes his eyes.
"You've given me so much more," he says. "Now, we can be at peace."
It's angelic. It's divine. And Earth has never felt so wonderfully free.
I open my eyes, and Ash is still right in front of me, but everything is so different. He looks exalted. The air flowing in from the windows is different. It's heavy and hot. There is the sense that things are on the way to falling apart, but I know that we can fix it.
Together, we can do anything.
"You feel that?" he moans.
I quickly nod my head and suck in a fast breath. He kisses me and sinks in deeper, palms gripping the under side of my ass. "I want you to turn me over and fuck the life out of me," I groan. "Force me on my knees. Give me everything you can give."
He pulls out and grins. "You sure you want me at my worst?" he asks.
"There's no question, I do," I say.
He spanks my ass and throws me onto my knees, spreading them to his liking. Spitting across my backside, I feel the saliva drape across my lips and hole. He grunts and forces me closer to him.
I cock my head and arch my back. "Fuck me like a slut," I beg. "And don't give me that shit about manners. I want it rough. I want to be treated badly by someone I like."
Someone I like? Did I really have to out myself like that? Well, I guess that isn't exactly a secret. Clearly, I like him. With this crush comes the worry that he might not feel the same.
Men never seem to feel the same afterward.
He dips his mouth down and bites the cheek of my ass. Slowly, his tongue curls out, licking across both my holes. When he pulls back, he whispers, "Don't worry. I like you too."
And with that sentiment out in the open, he grabs the back of my hair and pulls it into a tight ponytail. "And because I like you," he continues, "I'm going to fuck your brains out. Slut."
"Oh, God," I mutter. "Yes. Keep talking."
I don't care if anyone hears me say it. In this moment, his cock is everything.
He thrusts and parts my lips, and exhales next to my ear. "This pussy makes me feel like a king," he says.
"Mm, does it?" I ask. "What do you want to do with it?"
He bites my earlobe and moans. "I want to tie you up and lock you in my closet, using you whenever I damn well please. When I let you out, I want to lead you around on a leash. I want you to know who's boss."
Yes, it's all out in the open now. I'm a closet freak, and he knows it.
He enjoys it. Enjoys me.
I feel him spread my ass open, thumb pressing against my tight and puckering hole. I bite my lip and push back. "You like this ass?" I whimper.
"I want you in every position," he grunts and spanks once more.
The stinging pain turns to a rich desire. Wetness floods down my thighs, and he fucks me harder than ever before, pulling my hair back with tenacity. I close my eyes and savor the excitement. "Fill me," I coo.