Soliloquy

Chronicles of a Switch
2022-01-15 10:14:44 (UTC)

sometimes sick sex sucks

…and sometimes it’s absolutely perfect.

Who the fuck expected COVID SEX to be good?? Not I, that’s for damn sure.

But I should know better by now. Any sex with my girl is good, even when we’re both weak, full of snot and unshowered, and yet still so, so needy. I didn’t even realize how MUCH I needed until she started, little, teasing touches over my nipple. It was like her thumb was the flint against the tinder of my body as she brushed against that single sensitive spot, igniting a brushfire that swiftly blazed out of control. My kitten, curled up behind me, hand sliding beneath my shirt to better drive me crazy, voice husky from coughing too much—and somehow even THAT was unbearably sexy—asking if I was SURE we should do this, as if it wasn’t going to take a greater toll on her…

God I wanted her. I STILL want her. I want to taste her, to hold her down while I tell her all the things I’ve been thinking of, dreaming of, bury my teeth in her, suck possessive bruises into her skin, sink my fist into her and come with her as she clenches tight around me. I don’t know where Kit got the energy to fuck me like she did, but I’ve barely been able to get to the bathroom and feed myself since getting infected. She’s been the sickest of us all, and still taking care of the house like the utter badass she is.

And, of course, I didn’t want her to set her recovery back because I was needy. I would SURVIVE without her talented mouth and clever fingers, even if I had to lay down for an hour and bring myself back down one breath at a time. Alas, I am only human, weak against my girl, and didn’t really WANT to say no in the first place.

It was good. Exactly as much as I could handle, and afterward I felt languid and relaxed for the first time in weeks. But the thing that drove me absolutely insane was how Kit talked to me while he fucked.

It’s not a secret by now that I could probably get TALKED to orgasm if Kit did it right. Her bedroom voice has only gotten hotter with age, and she knows just what to say with every little twist of her fingers to set off fireworks. But when things like “If you want to hurt me, your anyia is here,” and “Thank you for the privilege of fucking you, Mistress” make an appearance, there’s no way I’m not a goner. There are few things more pleasurable than hurting my kitten—my anyia—while she’s inside me, knowing her little noises are just as much from feeling the proof of the pleasure I’m taking from her pain as the pain itself. It’s an incredible cycle that leaves us both breathless and boneless.

One of those few things? Kit admitting out loud how hard into submission she’s gone. Sometimes our fucking is almost vanilla, almost equal. And sometimes she spouts things like… THAT, that send me onto such a higher plane of dominance that I have a hard time coming because I want to concentrate all of my energy back on HER. Anything to get more reactions, more sounds, more of those sentences that shatter my world into a haze of want and need.

Poor Kit has been extra needy herself, and I’m still trying to gather myself together to make Easy Mac most days. But the second I feel the slightest bit better, I have a favor to return.




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