Casting lines

I think I'll just do it. Go out and find a pretty pink prick, with veins that I can trace with my tongue.

Who cares what the man attached has to say, or think. What does it matter if he has no concept of who I am or can be.

Just drive that thing inside me and push out all the rest of it.

He'll need stamina, to fuck me within an inch of losing consciousness. What the hell, go past that. Do it until I run dry and don't want anymore. Do it until I'm pushing away, then do it some more. Do it until I say stop, but don't. Do it like a machine, so that I can be.

Yes, that's what I ought to do. Dispense with all this mind-fuckiness and light bondage, just a good old fashioned hard fuck.

I wonder if it will be the same. Without the hair pulling, without the hand on my neck, with asking before taking.