When He's The Bull I Can Smell Him Coming For Me

Last night was one of those nights where I get mounted. Forget about fun or 'participating'. He was on a mission when he grabbed me in the elevator and pinned me into the corner, grabbing my pussy in his hand and kissing me. It didn't get better. He came over around nine, which is late. I was ready for bed, but I had my panties on.

He didn't listen to me, he grabbed me and pinned me down on the bed under him, worked his pants down and penetrated me from behind. When he released me he kept me beside him and pushed my nightgown up over my head and I kicked my panties off. Knowing what you are in for doesn't make it easier. It takes him about thirty minutes to go again and for this one I was properly held and he penetrated me again, denying me any form of movement. It's claustrophobic and I get short of breath, he's a bull and he's mating. And I'm just the female, nothing more, the female his inseminating.

He is heavy, when his full weight is on me. And he is strong, huge hands and arms and legs. He won't let me go after he relaxes and he keeps me mostly under him but on his side over me. I can move my right arm and right leg, but I'm trapped and I have to relax, he is not going to let me go.

In the morning he has this 'demeanor'. Talking is what I want but he wants to be served and he likes his eggs just the right way. I don't wear panties because he grabs my butt cheeks and puts his thumb up into my ass. Why does that feel so good I still don't have an answer. I kiss him, and he kisses my tits. Sometimes when he is in his mating mood he doesn't even finish his breakfast before he is back on me, mounting me, inseminating me, I know that's what I'm for. One day he is going to be surprised because I am going to get pregnant.