surrendering to who I am…

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I’ve had this urge to hump for a long time now. When the urge arises, I tend to suppress it since my body size is not really conducive to it right now. I might thrust my hips while I’m masturbating, but actually straddling and humping someone or something is a challenge at this size.

If I were smaller, I would straddle Him – either while He was sitting on the couch or lying in bed. I slowly slip His cock into my pussy, and once He is fully inside me I pause. My breasts dangle in front of Him. He may or may not reach for them. I’m not concerned with Him at the moment. I close my eyes and connect with my pussy…and then I start humping him.

In this moment, I want to claim Him. It’s not claiming Him by now being Dominant. It’s claiming Him by expressing myself fully, connecting and pumping and thrusting with every fiber of my being. And that’s not to say it is just fast and aggressive. I may grind slowly or thrust fast. My body composes this arrangement moment by moment. The theme is solely my pleasure. I have no conscious concern for His pleasure because I know my pleasure is His pleasure.

I want Him to impregnate me. My body milks His cock. My pussy naturally grabs and holds on to His dick just as He lets out deep, guttural groans. I cum hearing Him cum. For the coda, He pulls my hips toward Him as He delivers the last drop, and I collapse into an embrace with Him.

He rubs my back and my ass as our collective breath slows down. He kisses me on the cheek and lifts me off of Him. He leaves me to rest as He stands up. He turns back to look at me, and I open my eyes slightly, aware that He paused. I know that smile.

I close my eyes and hear His footsteps. I smile, knowing I have served Him well.

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