My life as a bull

April 12

The air in the room is thick, heavy with anticipation, like the moment before a storm breaks. I stand at the edge of their bed, my presence filling the space, a raw *** they both feel but can’t quite name. She’s there, sprawled across the sheets, her skin flushed, eyes darting between me and him. Her husband—small, nervous, perched on a chair in the corner—watches with a mix of hunger and shame that I’ve seen a hundred times before. It’s always the same. They want this. They need this.

Her breath hitches as I step closer, my shadow falling over her. She’s beautiful in that desperate way, curves soft and inviting, her lips parted like she’s already begging. I don’t rush. I never do. This isn’t just about her body—it’s about the power, the unspoken agreement that I’m here to take what he can’t give. My hand grazes her thigh, slow, deliberate, and she shudders, a small sound escaping her. I glance at him, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles white. He’s hard already, I can tell. Pathetic, but it’s what fuels this.

“You want this, don’t you?” I say, my voice low, directed at her but loud enough for him to hear. She nods, quick, eager, her eyes glassy with need. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear, whispering so only she hears, “Tell him how much you want me.” Her hesitation lasts a split second before she turns her head toward him, her voice trembling but clear.

“I want him, baby. I need him.”

His face twists—***, arousal, surrender all at once. I smirk, my hand sliding higher, fingers teasing the edge of her heat. She’s soaked, practically dripping, and I haven’t even started. I push her legs apart, slow, making sure he sees every second of it. His eyes are glued to us, his breathing shallow, like he’s drowning in the sight. I don’t touch her fully yet. I let the tension build, let her squirm, let him stew in his inadequacy.

When I finally slide my fingers inside her, she gasps, her back arching off the bed. I’m deliberate, controlled, each movement designed to unravel her. She’s tight, responsive, her body begging for more. I glance at him again, his hand twitching toward his lap like he wants to touch himself but doesn’t dare. “Look at her,” I say, my voice cutting through the room. “This is what she needs.” He flinches, but he doesn’t look away. He can’t.

I climb onto the bed now, positioning myself between her thighs, my size dwarfing her. She’s trembling, her hands clutching the sheets, and I can feel the weight of his stare as I undo my belt. The sound of the buckle is loud in the quiet room, a signal of what’s coming. I don’t bother with words now—words are for them, for their little games of reassurance. I’m here for one thing, and she knows it. I push into her, slow at first, letting her feel every inch, letting her body adjust to me. She moans, loud, unrestrained, and it’s like a knife in his chest. Good.

I set a rhythm, deep and relentless, her body moving with mine, her cries filling the room. She’s lost in it, in me, her nails digging into my back as she gives herself over. I don’t look at him anymore—he’s irrelevant now, a ghost in his own bedroom. But I know he’s watching, know he’s breaking inside, know he’s loving every second of it. That’s the deal. She’s mine for this moment, and he’s just the witness.

When she comes, it’s explosive, her body shaking, her voice raw. I follow soon after, claiming her in a way he never could. The room goes still, the only sound her ragged breathing and his stifled sobs. I pull away, leaving her spent and glowing, and I don’t look back as I dress. They’ll talk later, whisper their reassurances, pretend this was just a game. But we all know the truth. I’ve marked them both, and they’ll call me again. They always do.

April 12

Well written.

April 13

I've always wondered if the bull "got it" or truly understood what is going on in the moment. Well said.

April 13

I love this

April 13

There are some nice gems here and I see a lot of potential! Keep honing your craft and I can see you getting very good!

April 13

I’m so confused about the genders in this - seems you go between the two and it makes it hard to keep peace - over than that it’s good

April 13

4 minutes ago, oliver6996 said:

I’m so confused about the genders in this - seems you go between the two and it makes it hard to keep peace - over than that it’s good
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There's definitely room for improvement but it's not a bad first draft.