#really tmi

Not gonna lie, I love it. We need more unabashed smut in the world, especially in Rumbelle. I'm curious as to what your thought was specifically. To my knowledge, glory holes are mostly a gay club kinda thing, so I'm wondering how it works in with a M/F ship.

Like, what side of the hole is either of them on? Logic would be that Gold is the one with the cock and Belle is the one with the mouth/cunt/ass, but I am ready to get creative!

My personal favorite thought is the two of them working together on the mouth side of things. Say they're both submissives/sex slaves/sex workers who have to service dozens of cocks over the course of a night. Maybe Belle's new on the job but Gold is an old pro. He watches out for her as best he can, offers her tips on their down time, tells their pimp/owner/dom when enough is enough. They form a friendship, but both thinks it would be too weird to make things physical, so they're stuck pining. Maybe Gold finds it a lot easier to go down on Belle than to ask her to even acknowledge his cock, and she has to insist that sucking him off would be nothing like what they do for a living.

The boy was actually quite sweet. He was willing to listen to me about what felt good, how to make a woman comfortable while he took his pleasure. I hope he gave his bride the same courtesy and thoughtfulness he gave me.

The trouble came when the father announced that he had paid for me, so he was going to get what he paid for. As a more experienced man, he was not willing to listen to the meek protestations of a virgin whore. He just... took me. Used me. He rutted against me and didn't care if I was comfortable, or if I cried, or if I screamed. It's possible he enjoyed it more that way.

I spent the week being passed between father and son. The boy, for all his tenderness, was eager to explore the pleasures of the flesh. Of my flesh. They were both insatiable, at least for someone of my limited skill. The only lust greater than that of a young man, is the lust of a older man who wants to feel young.

It was a few weeks after my "initiation." It was a busy night, every room was full and men were waiting in the parlor. I knew I would have to do my part and take someone up to my room. So I picked a man at random. That new in the trade, I didn't know what to look for in a customer. I didn't know how to read their eagerness and understand when it meant trouble.

I took him upstairs and he told me the act he wanted. When I told him I'd never been used that way, he grew even more excited. (In retrospect, I should have asked for more money. Either it would have cooled his ardor or I would have had another guinea to give to Cora.)

I know now that there are ways to make this particular act more bearable. Ruby assures me that with enough lubrication it can be just as enjoyable as the normal way, and there's no risk of getting pregnant. But I didn't know any of that then, and my customer was not in a temper to teach me. He pushed me onto my bed, bent over and face-down. He lifted my skirts and... touched me, in the foulest place imaginable. He complimented it. He said I had a "pretty little starfish."

I wonder if he still thought it was pretty once he was done.

I bled for days afterwards. I thought I was going to die, that my insides would drip out into my chamber pot. I tried to tell Cora I was unfit for work, and she laughed in my face. I remember what she said: