Bang my drum slowly. Not that slowly.

He came with gifts, a bottle of whiskey and a little drum. I forget what it's called. It's like a bongo, but not. I started to get the ice and the glasses for our drinks and felt his hands wrap around my waist from behind. I put the glasses down, turned around and said, "You know what, these can wait." He bent down to kiss me and I lifted up on my toes to kiss back. He slipped his hand inside my robe and sighed. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

He immediately grabbed the side of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Well, not so much a kiss as a cross between a bite and a vacuum cleaner. Sometimes kisses are just not meant to be sweet. I twisted my head trying to follow his lead, but I didn't know where he was going. He shifted me around like he was trying to find the best part. As if he couldn't decide where to start. He settled on my shoulder and bit down and sucked up at the same time until I had to pull away, dragging him down with me. 

He pushes me down on the bed and has that crazy fuck-eyed look men get when they know they're going to tear you apart. He fucks like he's been in prison for the past 10 years, everytime. I lift my legs over my shoulders until my feet are resting against the wall behind me and he pushes down on to my arms until I'm afraid they might break. He's going so deep and so hard and so fast, I go into that zone where my whole body becomes my cunt. My brain's my cunt. My nervous system is my cunt. There's nothing to me, but this hole between my legs and I think to myself, "That's about right."

He wraps his hands around my throat and I'm silent and still until he lets go again and I gasp for air. He bites into my shoulder, the left side this time and it hurts so bad, but I want the remaining ache that will last for days after. He turns me over on my side and smacks my ass, not long enough, but I can let that go for now. He rolls me over on top of him and I straddle him, rocking back and forth on his cock. I grip his pecs for leverage and lean down. I sink my teeth into his chest, just above the right nipple. He keeps saying harder and harder and harder and I can't believe what I'm doing, but he's sighing and laughing. I wonder if I could break the skin and what it would taste like if I did. When I let go I see the deep red perforations and I immediately smack it a few times. I lick it and smack it some more to make sure it sticks.

Afterwards, we sat on the disaster area which had once been on my bed and we took turns beating on my new drum.