Puppy... The cutest part of this, is that I wrote it as, and after I put you to bed with nothing but my voice and comfort. I don't know if it's the gravely tone or maybe just because it's me. But it's cute when you just go silent when I'm shushing my puppy to sleep.
Darling. I enjoy being obsessed with you. And I don't mean like some new aged lover boy. I enjoy stalking you. Watching you. Learning your patterns, taking notes, watching every single move you make. I get high off of it. Especially when I get a quirk or pattern down flat. And I'll keep them all to myself. See, I'm your perfect lover. I'll learn everything about you.... And never forget. You're mine just as much as I'm yours.
When I get through with you, the night would have ended. Early morning air flushing through the woods around our home. The day's first morning light maybe an hour away at most. Our room would smell of the heat from our bodies and the rough sex we had. You'd lay on the bed. Body red and sore, some places carrying my marks, others carrying writing hurriedly written on your skin with marker. Your inner thighs left slick and bruised, covered in my bite marks and left sticky by my seed, the sides left filled with my handprints and where my nails had dug in. Your stomach, filled and the words "Breeding Hole." Written, with an arrow pointed towards your gaping, used, filled pussy. Your love handles thoroughly roughened and abused. Your breasts, covered in hickeys and bite marks, from where I had enjoyed myself upon them watching you squirm and whimper. Your wrists- red from my restraints, either being chained down or held above your head. Your neck, left red and sore from having your collar and leash on, and keeping a hold on you the entire time. Cheeks flushed with a red blush that seems permanent and drool cascading down the side of your face. Your throat left raw and your gag reflex sore from being ignored as I pounded down your throat. Your hair a giant mess from the sweat and of being pulled. Your puppy ears left barely hanging on. If I turned you over I'd find written on your back "Fill me" With an arrow pointing towards your ass... Which would be left redden, and your asshole, raw, an anal tail plug inserted, keeping my seed inside you while that tail water helplessly. Your pussy left the same, marked so that only I could use them. So thoroughly used and fucked that you'd only yearn for my cock, the one that had caused it. You'd be sore. Drooling, and the bedsheet, soaked from our sweat, your drool and squirt. And my cum. You be my dumb, helpless cock addicted cum dump of a puppy. So cute yet so needy and so in heat. Id fill you so fucking full you'd watch your stomach distend with my cum. You're mine all mine. You're my property, I own you puppy. You'll always be daddy's perfect little puppy girl
With sex, I know you'd love to have me underneath you, barking like the mutt for you I am being you big tall handsome mutt breeding his masters welcoming womb, just as much as you'd love being bent over the counter, and being made to whimper while daddy took and made sure to breed you right then and there.
And obsession, I know you're as crazed over me as I am of you. And I know you hide it. Poorly, but I know you do. Be my stalker, be my creep, be my secret admirer who knows what I do at 2 AM. Be the weirdo who jerks off to my pictures... I know I'm your stalker, creep, and admirer. I'll admit it like a good mutt.
And my love, sex, obsession, jealousy aside. I love you, without rhyme or reason. I fell in love with you, and I learned what you did, and loved it as well. I learned who you were and it made me love you more. I learn of your trauma, and it made me love you harder. I learned what I could about you and every morning. I love you more than I did yesterday morning. And you always make me so proud, you learn, you grow. You try your best to be understanding and it works. You're there for me when I'm breaking down, even when it's frustrating, I hear you soften your tone. You're not toxic or broken, you're my wife and that's all I'll ever want you to be, is mine. If I had to pick between a relationship with you, but no intimacy, or a relationship with another woman, and she's free use, I'd pick you. Every. Single. Time. It's either you, or nobody. And I know you'd say the same about me.
