Bend me over. Don't be gentle. Not that you would be. Let me have your anger, your disappointment, your unbridled lust. Let it flow through your fingertips as they press harder and tighter into my neck. Listen - can you hear that soft almost imperceptible sigh that escapes my lips as those fingers move from my neck, scourging my back until they mercilessly spread my ass. Invade me then, your fingers as stiff as your cock, in dark places soaked with my need for you. Just you. Only you. Listen again – the sounds of my wet cunt fill the room; sucking as it surrounds you, squeezes you, soothes and inspires you. Words follow, your words sharp as the razor you press to my nipple, words that implore me to push myself onto it. Making me a conspirator in my own destruction. It's alright, I'll cry gladly if it means I can hear your voice. Don't fucking spare me, not now, not ever.