Thread: Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

I sit in your lap, snuggled up happily, feeling your hand firm on my leg and watch as you set up the laptop. I can be patient, I know I can, especially for you. I already sat through more than my share of football matches, bringing beers and chips to a couple ex boyfriends and their pals. Dutiful girlfriend I can be, but this is more than that. We just feel so close, in a way that feels totally new to me, something deeper than I've felt before. I want to share your interests, be a part of your life and not just a chip-fetching accessory. The page loads and suddenly I blink. Before the video even starts I can tell it's not sports. It makes me squirm on your lap a little, slightly uncomfortable, but my bottom squirming on you just seems like it encourages you, the way you kiss me so deeply, I can't help but kiss you back to until I'm practically breathless. Your passion stuns me a bit, and I definitely like it, even if it takes something a little strange to bring out such a strong reaction. And then you're so earnest with me, making sure to get eye contact and telling me I won't have to watch again if I don't like it, and I just trust you. I shake my head and then nod, not sure which means what but just going along with a smile. I'm definitely a little tense to be doing this, but you're right here with me. We're sharing the experience, and that's good, I'm part of your life, of what intrigues you. And I just know you're such a good man who cares about me so there's no problem. The video starts and my eyes go wide. This one is even... darker... than some of the others I'd caught a peek at before, when I made the mistake of snooping -- but then I was doing it alone, now we were together. The dungeon, the collar and leash around the pretty young girl's neck makes her look kind of sympathetic and trapped, but she's dressed so normally it seems strange, almost like it's just part of her life. The man leading her on the leash is older, and I can't help noticing they are a little like you and me, but I don't say anything as I watch the way she kneels when he tells her to. You are leaning in and I can feel how hard you under me, poking up into me. Even over the somewhat muted sounds of the movement on screen I can hear how happy this is making you, and it kind of thrills me that it's as important to you that I'm doing this with you as it is to me. Me, your best girlfriend ever. I feel myself getting that familiar squishy happy feeling inside, my nipples getting hard even as I see the bowl she has to hold up and the older man with his pants down start to pee on her. I'm kind of disgusted inside, maybe revolted, but what I feel most is your arms around me, your excitement, and it almost lets me see them with your eyes. I can see the way some gets in the girls mouth and some runs down her chin and into the bowl. I can't help feeling so bad for the girl going through it and I can only assume she loves him as much as I love you. But then a second man comes up and pees on her too, soaking her blouse and her hair and running down her face into the bowl. I'm still turned on thinking of loving a man that much, but now I'm confused. Does she love them both? How can she let another man do this? If she loves the first, if he loves her, then how could they allow this other man to do such a thing if its an expression of love? But I can feel your hips moving under me and I can tell you are reacting powerfully to something about the scent, and I'm turned on too and aching to hear your thoughts. She picks up the bowl over her head and I'm cringing even before she pours it, watching the poor girl, how she must be suffering as that whole bowl full of pee pours all over her. I can't help shivering in sympathy with the girl, thinking how much I love you and wondering how much she loves him, how much love played into that at all, and what you saw in it. But the video isn't even over yet and you're already lifting me off your lap, pressing me back onto the couch. This time, for the first time, you're not gentle or patient. This is urgent and powerful and overwhelming. I feel you reach under my skirt, ripping my panties free, and the hooking your elbows under my knees and streching me back so I'm so totally exposed to you. I feel like whispering wait wait wait to you, to make sure I'm ready, but I realize with surprise that I'm incredibly ready, my hips already pressing for you as I feel you so thick right against me. You drive into me and I scream with a pleasure I hadn't expect at all. It is rough, brutal almost. A taking, and I'm completely yours. You fill me completely and drive me to the heights until we cry out together and you pump me again and again, filling me with your love. I lay, holding on to you tightly, my emotions swirling in my head as I feel your breathing slow, my own heart pounding. My mind wanders around and around what just happened, but I can't deny it was incredible. I just hope that the passion you felt was for me, and not just for the image of what you saw on screen. I can't express it though. I just hold you and whisper to you how much I love you, until you fall asleep next to me right there, our bodies pressed together. I lay, listening to you breathe, and it is awhile before my thoughts can arrange themselves enough in my head that I can sleep in your arms, not stirring the whole night.