Inattentive, Young Adult

your thighs are slick and sticky where they clamp around my wrist, but you don’t dare close them, not when i’ve got my fingers so deep inside you, curling, pressing, coaxing more and more out of you

"what’s wrong, darling doll ? i thought you liked cumming for me."

you do. you love it. but now you're gasping, twitching, overstretched and oversensitive, your swollen little clit throbbing under the unrelenting press of my thumb. every touch sends you spiraling, your body jerking, hips bucking, trying to run from the pleasure but you can’t

"poor thing, too dumb to tell me to stop. too good to even think of disobeying."

your body is breaking, wracked with uncontrollable shudders, yet still, i don’t stop.

"one more, sweetheart. just one more."

I was closeted for six years, in a queer relationship for five of them. My family did not know because they would not have supported me, in fact my home life could have genuinely become dangerous. However, during this time their views slowly started changing because of new friends they made and experiences they had.

Last year I came out to them. And it went better than I ever expected. My parents asked if I had a new name I wanted to go by, use my pronouns, ask what terms I prefer. They ask about my partner and invite them to family events.

Change can take years, but it can happen. You might find support from people you never expected to support you.

"look at me, angel. aww, you're so beautiful like this. taking me so perfectly."

"that's my good girl. just like that. you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

"you're taking it so well, my darling doll. so deep, baby. you're all mine."

"you're doing so good for me. i'm so proud of you. just let go, let me make you feel good."

"that's it, sweetheart. just let go. i've got you. i'll always take care of you."