It's not a new routine. Everyday I: wake up, take a shower, brush my teeth, get changed, go to work, come back home, and then get fucked. This had been my set schedule for the past month and a half. I'm tired. He always fucked me rough. I've tried to break the cycle before. It failed and I got railed. There's no way getting out of it. The amount of pain I'm in is immense. When he shoves his dick inside me as my hands are tied above my head and he's looming over me all I can think In that moment is how much pain I'm going to be in afterwards. Once he starts to pick up the pace and start making me moan uncontrollably is when I forget about all the pain and think of how big his cock is. My mind starts racing. But I can't keep a single thought. I'm moaning and screaming his name out for the whole neighborhood to hear. I enjoy the way he tears into my body; like a lion after finally having his first meal after many unsuccessful attacks. I can feel it throb inside when he pauses for a moment to switch our positions. The warmth, the length, and the girth. I crave it. I crave his touch. Everything he does to me makes me wanting to come back for more. He's not the problem. I am.
