"Streams full of stars, like skies at night"

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
- XXIX, Shakespeare

A weekend of oh so very much needed calm; recharging, relaxing, rejuvenating, restorative.

He met me at the station. Travel, transition, transmutation. Physical; my territory - to his. Metaphysical; alert to the world, sited within my own space - to a shared locus of being. Home is this place, in which I am free from fear of attack, this clearing in the woods where I flourish; drinking in the light, warmth, nourishment of his love and care.

I'm a highly sexed girl. A husband, a boyfriend, and I STILL need to sort myself out on most days. To this end he dumped a substantial load of porn from his phone to mine. Thank god for the gift of bluetooth. My favourite at the moment, a nasty little scene: pretty girl gets eaten out by one of the men, while the other man fucks her throat. They tell her to bend over the table. She lies down. Re-applies her lipstick. She hasn't even finished when he enters her from behind, while the other one takes her mouth. Occasional slaps to her arse, sometimes he pulls out, rubs his cockhead against her pussy lips, before getting his meat in her slit again. They start fucking her roughly, but before very long at all, they're banging her full-on hard from both ends. I've usually cum by the time the 2.14 minutes clip rolls around twice.

I mention this to him, as he gets out of the bath. He pulls his phone out, flicks through. "Is this the one?", he says. I nod, watch eagerly as he plays it for us both. He holds the phone at my eye level as he slots his dick into my mouth. Pushes it harder down my throat until I retch. He follows the action - pulling back, then pushing in harder, in rhythm with the film.

He plays it again - stands the phone up on the side, angled so I can see it. Headfucks me while he cuntfucks me. Slaps my arse, pulls out, grinds in hard. I moan, cry out, cum - I don't even make it through the whole clip. He forces me through it again, then takes my mouth until he stops. I look at him, trying to anticipate what he wants from me next. He takes me into the bathroom. The phone playing through the porn once again, sitting up on the shelf. I watch it as his prick slides down my throat. I retch less as I begin to relax into the abuse. He stands in the bath, places me so I am on my knees in front of him, leaning over the side of the panel.

He pistons his shaft into me, I retch - more and more and more, I lean back despite my good intentions, twisting and pulling to escape. Oh god, I'm going to be sick. Please, please don't - but a little voice at the back of my mind; you knew, you knew this was going to happen. That's why he stood in the bath. It's okay, you can go ahead and be sick, he wants you to, he won't be mad.

Another, contrary voice - oh please no, it's disgusting, dirty. He can't want this, I'm disgusting. I'm ashamed, embarrassed, please, please, please don't.

He does. He clamps the back of my head so tight to his groin I think I will suffocate. Then finally releases me. A thin stream of vomit pours out of my throat, pure bile. I couldn't breathe around him, his cock cut off my air supply completely. I was totally filled with him. He would not let me escape until he was done, until he had had enough. Surely he will let me go now, let me rest? To my joy and pain, instead he continues to use me, until he's had his pleasure, his fill. Starburst shine, close to cracking, closing in now, closing in on me.

He lets me go. I sink to the ground. I've been sobbing for some time, but now there is nothing in my mouth obstructing my cries; they are loud and plentiful. Tears wreck chaos with my pretty make-up; my face is hot, red, ruined. His voice is soft now. "There, there, baby. Let's splash some water on your face. Put a little cool water in your mouth. There my darling, there, my baby girl".

It's all worth it.

He takes me to bed. I can't stop cumming - it's painful with how fierceful my pussy clamps down on his cock. I am raw afterwards from the sheer grinding friction of it. He blows his load inside me as I scream for the last time.

I lie, limbs spread with abandonment, across the covers. Flushed, satiated. He leaves me drifting while he cooks me dinner. I am his. I am cherished.

Later, in the dark, he pushes me down onto the floor. Lifts my skirt, pulls my knickers down. Whispers things...shhhh, don't tell. No-one must know, no-one must hear you. Quiet, baby. I am like a child again, helpless. Shhhh. Do not speak of it, lest it burn your mouth with more acid than bile.

Shaking. Is this sickness?

Held. Comfort. Light. Warmth. Home.

Before I travel back, transitioning to my own territory and once more alert to the world and its needs, he marks his possession of me. Spills his seed all over and inside me. Spatters my face with it, allowing me to catch a little, leaving my throat slick with his semen.

Yes.