1. Doctor-Patient Confidentiality


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Eme, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    sometimes. The soreness I still feel presents raw evidence of what he did to me just twenty minutes ago, as does the pool of sticky wetness between my thighs, and I can't help but revel in the sweet pain. As twisted and obscene as it is, I always love reminders of how roughly and thoroughly he fucks me. He pulls back, and pushes forward again with even more force. He does it again. And again. And again. And all I can do is surrender myself to his deliberate actions. All I can do is take every inch of each powerful thrust and allow my body to feel each and every second of the raw ecstasy that’s running wildly through its veins. The flickering flames of the candles cast shadows against the beige walls, and I watch our entwined silhouettes moving in sync to a frantic, sexual rhythm—like that of passionate, devoted lovers. But that can't be further from the truth. We aren't lovers, and despite the romantic setting, this isn't a romantic getaway or honeymoon. The gorgeous man inside me is neither my boyfriend nor my husband. In fact, he's someone else's. Husband, that is. And we aren't making love. Or even just having sex. This is good old-fashioned, raw, reckless, uninhibited fucking. Just like he likes it. And just like I've come to as well. He looks at me with unapologetic lust, and his stare is unfaltering. He digs into my very soul with icy blue eyes that both terrify and captivate me. The same eyes that wouldn't leave mine the moment we met. The same eyes that have ...
    blatantly refused to leave my mind ever since. And the same damn eyes that still haunt my every waking hour, and won't leave my dreams alone when I sleep at night. He moves faster and faster, pumping into me harder and harder with abandon. The sticky, slapping sounds of cock in pussy crack and echo through the stillness of the night, giving testimony to our raw and depraved coupling. I want to kiss him, so much that it physically hurts. I want to press my lips to his full, pink mouth and suck on his tongue, like I’ve been dying to ever since I met him. But I don’t. I can’t . Because I know he won’t let me. He never lets me. It’s the one thing he refuses to do with me; his number one rule for me to keep if I want whatever this is between us, to continue—this arrangement of sorts. And as wrong as I know this is, I also know that I’m not ready to stop just yet. Our tempo becomes even more hurried, more frantic, and each of his angry thrusts sends me deeper and deeper into an abyss of sheer ecstasy. My moans are turning into a mesh of cries, whimpers, and pleas. My skin is scorched, ablaze with lust and want, and all the pores on my body are screaming in emotional overdrive as I feel myself becoming feverish and drenched in sweat. I can't believe how different things are now; how complicated my life has become in such a short amount of time. It was never supposed to be like this. He's off limits. He's always been off limits. I keep telling myself that; that being here with him is not ...
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