I put on the dress after spending a while lacing it up carefully. Trying to keep the cord even all the way along. The dress stretched over me and the laced area twisted down from my neck, across my back, to my left thigh.
He liked what he saw and bent me forwards. Sliding his cock in to me. I raised myself onto my tiptoes pushing back on to him. He moved me round so I was facing the mirror. I watched his face as he fucked me. Pleased at how hungry he looked. I love being his good slut, his filthy whore. When he calls me that during sex my cunt clenches round his cock involuntary.
“Look at yourself” he said. I waited for the line “look at what a good fucking slut you are” but instead his next line surprised me. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are” My cunt didn’t clench but my brain lurched. I didn’t expect that. I looked up at him again. “No look at yourself” he said again with a firm tone. “Look at how gorgeous you look, being fucked here” My brain swam again unsure what to say. I didn’t feel gorgeous, I didn’t see it in myself but I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I held my own gaze. I watched my own pupils, dilated and large with lust and just focused on how interesting it is to see them. Letting the sensations flow me back into the rhythm of the sex and allowed my body to relax towards to the obvious orgasm that was building inside.
Why does being called a slut or a whore turn me on more than being called gorgeous? Are those things I can imagine myself to be? What twisted part of my brain made me struggle with what he said?
He knows me well enough to know what boundaries need to be pushed. Maybe this is just another one.
12 thoughts on “Twisted”
Oh I love the crisp detail and sexy elegance of the photo(s). My favorite is the one with you lifting the skirt.
Interesting about your reaction to gorgeous. One time, husband pulled my head up by my hair and said “look [in the mirror] at how fucking hot you are” and I still remember that moment years later. Loved it! I don’t know if it would have worked the same with gorgeous. Sometimes maybe we just want to feel wanton and dirty. ?
Certain words just work inexplicably with me. It’s the fact this one threw me a curve ball- I just need to digest it.
The images are absolutely gorgeous, and the image you paint with your words is damn hot too!
That dress is beautiful on you. Words have such an affect and its amazing how they affect our body.
Wonderful images, wonderful words.I hope you find an ease in being called gorgeous. I know the struggle.
He is right . . . you do look gorgeous . . . and whilst I understand your preference for what you would like to be called in such moments, I just keep scrolling back to those fantastic photos.
Just . . . well . . . gorgeous !!!
Xxx – K
Wow. You look amazing in that dress. Your response is interesting too. I wonder if he knew what would happen and did it on purpose. Sounds like you are right that your boundaries are being pushed. Great post ?
We all have our triggers! Beautiful photos, btw, and a very creative use of the prompt!
Those are stunning photos. You look absolutely amazing. And I love your words, too. Very true – “whore”, “slut” etc are easier to believe than “beautiful”, “gorgeous”…
I love how both your photos and your story work with the prompt. It is interesting that the word “gorgeous” pushes your boundaries more than other dirtier words. I can relate though. Once mine said I was beautiful during sex and it threw me, in a good way, but I did recognize that it was different.
I absolutely love these pictures and it is an interesting subject you bring us as I know that being called a whore or slut would turn me on and make me smile. Call me gorgeous or beautiful and I find myself almost wanting ro deny it and I have no idea why