Please Just Use Me

Hands reaching out but not touching me yet. Bodies taking form just like the one beneath me who was shifting now, spinning now to take me from a new and utterly unfamiliar angle.

“More,” I begged them all, and god they were only too happy to give me just what I wanted.

They couldn’t help themselves but soon they would be helping themselves to me. They were mine to command and mine to beg and right now I wanted to submit to them. I wanted their potent attentions to feed the fires of my passion and to push me on to…

“More.”

But not yet. My voice on that last refrain was not strong and ordering but halfway to begging and I’d lost the power, but not the command. They would give me what I asked for, oh they would give it to me.

But they’d make me work for it first.

The man who was below me, my first lover, shifted with his mastery of this dark and shapeless void. I felt him leave me for and instant as his hands executed a complicated maneuver and the whole damn world started to twist and turn.

It was enough to make me sick and it might well have been if my attentions hadn’t been focused on the first movement and the first moment and the absence inside of me.

The fact that he wasn’t inside of me.

The hollow feeling when I’d been so full just a moment before and the confusion of all of it made me cry out in agony, my body shuddering at the denial that had been wrought on me. God now that I knew what it was to be filled the feeling of being so empty was so potent that it was enough to bring me to tears.

My body tensed with the whole new feeling of it and I couldn’t help it. I reached out and I cried out and around me the crowd surged to avoid me, to leave me stranded.

Alone in the crowd.

“No!” I begged them, “No! Not… I want it… I need it… Oh god please!”

They held fast. He held fast. They waited.

“Please,” I told them quiet, so quietly, “Don’t leave me like this.”

Hands then. So many hands on me and so many hands running over my body but none of them touch me. They all remain stubbornly at length from me, floating over the surface of my skin as I twist and try to **** my body into their touch but they expertly pull away.

Always just out of reach and always just denying me as the ache within me builds and all I can hear in the silence of the world is the gasping rattle of my breath.

And then my whimper. So pained. So needy.

“Please no,” I beg of them, “Please don’t. Please…”

But they don’t. They wait. They let me break that little bit more. They almost feed off it before I tell them.

“Please just use me.”

One set of hands then. One set of hands that fall onto my hips and drag me back through the sea of arms.

One set of hands that pull me onto a cock that saws between my legs and slaps up against my sex and makes me shiver and cry out with a groan that grumbles out of me.

One set of hands that holds me as he lines up from behind and presses at the entrance to me but hold fast and holds still while I whimper and try to be good for him.

One set of hands that keeps me still as the body they belong to bends over me and speaks without words, telling me the one thing that will get me what I want and the one thing I need to say.

The one thing I need to say.

The one thing…

“Please just use me. Use me and don’t stop until you make me cum.”

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