‘I imagine myself as Evie, strong and lithe, loved by Henry Green, and straddling him and wanting him to hold my hips tighter. I violently grind down on his thick wet cock. I whisper to him to take me, my inhibitions thrown when I see the careful mask of propriety gone from his face. “I don’t want to hurt you…” I grunt and impale myself down on him, riding desperately and yelling “I want you to fuck me!” And when his eyes ignite in hellfire, I brace myself for hot cum that will spill in me soon.’

Confession [x]