The Man I Know

by Daisy Jane

Jesus, I really need to focus. How will they learn to keep their eye on the ball if I can’t keep my eyes off their mother?

We've been married for twelve years. I don’t think the man I was then ever anticipated how the love I felt for my wife would evolve. I love her more now than the day I married her, but I also burn for her. She consumes me. It’s a desire and need that grows over time.

“You make it hard, period,”

“I crave you, Jes. I kept looking across the lawn thinking about how we’ve been together so long, and yet I want you more now than ever before.”

“Come for me, baby, God, I need to feel you come,” I rasp, my voice rattling with hot vulnerability. My words are dirty, but express the truth at the core of my being; I need to feel her love for me. I need to feel her come undone for me.

There’s beauty in a knot. A simplicity that fascinates me, how they bind, restrict and tether you.

How much I want my wife… and how much I want to do unspeakable things to her.

Lube. He attempted to bring a worm back to life with lube. And… vinegar.

“I will fucking destroy you. Fuck you so hard you can’t walk. And I won’t show you mercy, I’ll make you crawl. I’ll force you to try and get away. But you won’t get far. I’ll catch you, and tie you up—bind you—I’ll get off on the way your flesh strains and rubs raw against my knots. The way you’ll be marked by my ropes.” He sucks in a breath, and my arms break out in goosebumps. “Goddamnit, I wanna hear you beg.”

“I’m gonna use your cunt like the cum dumping ground it is. Do you hear that, Jessalyn? This pussy is nothing more than my wet fuck hole. I will take you hard, I don’t care how much it hurts.”

becomes harder and harder to breathe. “I don’t need you to be breathing to fuck your holes, you little whore.”

“This is my cunt, and you’re my filthy fucking slut.”

It’s not just dark. It’s growly and low, like smoke on gravel, emanating raw power. He sounds like he could make a room of people fall to their knees, and it’s the polar opposite of the man I know.

“That’s right, clean your pussy off this dick and swallow my load. That’s what fuck holes are good for, right? Taking cum.”

“You think you’re gagging on my dick?” His laugh raises hairs on the back of my neck, and makes my pussy pulse. “That’s fucking nothing. You’re gonna choke on my cum,”

“That’s right. Fight Me. Waste your fucking energy. But know this, slut. This mouth is mine to fuck.”

“I see yet another dimension of you that I love. I just need the tools to know how to fully nurture that side of you, that’s all. You are different to me, but you’re better than before. I know you more, and that’s all I ever wanted; to know you completely. Now I do. And I’ve never loved you more.”

This may have begun for Laws, but now I’m just as invested in this voyage of discovery.

“Jes, I really want very much to listen to you talk about rope. Hell, I could probably masturbate to you talking about and touching rope. Honest to God. But right now, seeing you like that has me on the cusp of embarrassing myself, and I’d like that one time at the movies to be the only time that happened.”

“Instead, she buys a cock to fuck because she’s nothing but a greedy, wet fuck hole, desperate to be filled.”

“Look at how good you take cock in your throat. Like you were born to choke on dick and drink cum.”

“You, my beautiful, perfect wife, have the most beautiful throat. You took me so well, and you held your breath so long. I was so amazed by you. And I wish you could have seen yourself, baby.” He rubs his palm down the length of my spine, the tips of his fingers teasing the top of my ass, sending sparks of arousal through my thighs. “You looked so beautiful in those ropes. Just seeing you in them made me wanna come. In fact, I’m going to jerk off to the memory later, I can assure you.”

“When I say before everything else, I mean it. Above all, I’m Jes’s friend. When I see something funny, she’s the person I want to tell. If there’s a new book she’s reading, I’m the person she texts about it. And you know what? She doesn’t always wanna hear about the shit I think is funny, I’m sure. Same way I don’t particularly give a shit what book Reese Witherspoon recommends women read. But you know what she does? She cares. And I do the same. We give each other our focus and care, the same way we’re doing right now.”

“Next time, pull me out of the shower by my hair and drag me across the floor.” She yawns, settling against me with her soft, bare ass. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.”

people that judge the sex you have in the privacy of your own home, speaks more to their own happiness and contentedness (or, ahem, lack thereof) than actual disapproval of your behavior.

“What can I say? Tie me up a few times and I’m a slutty little Yoda.”

“I’ll go get the keys and check in. I’ll bring one out to you but I’ll take your bag up with mine. But after I hand over the key— that’s it. We’re… strangers.”

“Ruin me, baby. Make me everything you’ve ever wanted in your dreams.”

I take in my surroundings, making sure no one is watching me. If someone is, I may end this night in a cop car, because the way I’m watching my wife feels illegal.

She’s fucking baiting me. Baiting and teasing me, and goddamn. I fucking love it. My slutty little brat will pay for that later.

“Come, baby. Back that ass up and come on my cock like the filthy little whore you are. My dirty slut. All. Fucking. Mine.”