He was a wolf that was dressed in sheep's clothing.
Awkward. Shy. Gentle. Polite.
I would never have guessed...
I was 19 and he gave me my first bangover.
And then my second,
He went through me. All of me.
For entire days.
After he left, I would sit in bed -- cradling a cup of coffee and nursing my bangover.
My pussy would be so bruised, that it hurt to pee.
My hair would be full of fuck-knots.
My mouth would imitate 'lock-jaw' for all the hours he had fucked it like a cunt.
My body would ache from the marathon-pounding.
He gifted me with pleasure that I never knew existed.
He made me feel deliciously wanted yet used.
I've had an array of bangovers throughout my life.
But none compare to the ones he gave me.
In Memoriam :-)
About The Victress
The Victress is a blog primarily dedicated to feminist issues and fierce female sexuality. It is run by Vanessa de Largie.
The Victress may be many things but she is always victorious, valorous and volatile.
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