This work is about a nonbinary kid and their dmab partner It isn't all that good but then again writing is an art and art is subjective...
That night could compare to no other the way his hands traveled on my body his scent was heavenly. The way his lips gently caressed my skin making me feel like a god the feeling of his lips on mine and his hands on my waist never felt so fucking good. Simply being able to please him was something I was never quite good at he sometimes called me a 'pillow princess' and his 'turtle' but that night some animal inside me broke loose and it hasn't been caged since. I've never been one for using my hands for anything sexual but that night was full of firsts. First blow job given first hand job first this first that let's just say he came a lot that night and me not so much. My body was his toy for the night. Head to toe each inch of my body was his to use and abuse for the night.
I was never one for fucking unless it was to make him happy or to make the shit pile of a relationship i had with him not as shitty I guess you could say I was stupid and in love but that asshole probably had the only dick that could get within 5 inches of me without me hesitating for a second he had a look for everything after that night his stupid puppy dog eyes made me give in to his every will I'm pathetic I know but he is a great fuck. I don't know why he won't give me or his dick a break but I guess nymphomaniacs don't get breaks.
My body was his and his was mostly mine. Hickeys on my collar bones, bruises on my breasts long red scratches on my back and his lipstick stains on his thighs teeth, marks on mine were all common practice for us...
