Degrees of Zero

…And nothing hurt: Masochist Musings

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Dog days

He asks if I am sore, leaning over me with one hand on my back to keep me down, pressing himself up against the entrance of my cunt. We are both breathing heavily, muscles slightly tensed in that taut, tight way that happens just before fucking. He tells me – matter-of-factly – that he doesn’t actually care if I am am sore as he pushes inside me.