Here's our runoff, our tie-breaker, our dead heat. The poll will run until tomorrow night at midnight, so we will have our winner by the morning of December 1st.
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Holed Up
Oh, god, I’m so small, and the world is so big.
The weighty winter quilt cuts existence into manageable chunks. Here is me. There is nothing. I swim in sweat and drown in breath.
I hunker, face down in my sanctuary. Chin lodged between my knees, breasts smeared across my thighs. Hands linked over my neck, heels together across my slit. No way in.
His size settles on my back. He shelters my world. He calms, and the ecstatic weight of him compresses me.
My breath comes in stabs. My insides jostle. My cunt tingles with the juice he squeezes from me. I’m never safer than when he curls me into myself. Outside is a grotesque storm. He is my cave.
A shock of air kisses my ass where he raises the quilt. He’s found a way in.
His cock jabs at my ass, slick with sweat. I squeal so only he can hear.
Slowly I let the outside in, and that big, big world shrinks. By that much.
He groans like thunder, fills me with heat. My heel finds my clit and pushes. I bellow like I used to when that was my only release. Before I learned to fuck.
My little world has different truths. Two bodies inhabit the same space at the same time. He quakes, growls and comes. He compacts me, inside and out. One day I will be a diamond.
He’s so big.
Oh, god. I’m so small.
2,400 PSI
“Hard to believe that a year ago, female officers weren't allowed to serve on submarines,” the captain mused, entering the helm. “Maybe I sound misogynistic, but it's required an adjustment.”
“One that many male officers are grateful for.”
“But not you, Lieutenant.”
“Sir?”
The captain closed and locked the door. “Just because you never say anything doesn't mean I haven't noticed where your eyes go when I'm in dress uniform.”
“Sir, please, don't tell anyone.”
“Why would I? I'd lose the opportunity to have you. Now, why don't you leave the autopilot on?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He unbuckled my belt, and with a tug I was half-naked. Shoving me into my chair, he draped his mouth over my thickening cock. As his breath and tongue overwhelmed me, I stared out into the dark ocean, illuminated only by the sub's headlights and phosphorescent fish.
His hands worked their way up my thighs; my fingers found their way into his hair. I gazed out into the depths; colors swimming by mirrored the flow and pulse filling my body. As his nails reached out and scratched my chest, my cock surged and I poured into him, back arching, voice straining.
As soon as he finished swallowing, he wiped his mouth and checked his watch.
“I have a meeting. Can you come to my quarters when your shift ends?”
“Yes.”
“Eleven o'clock. Not a minute later or earlier. Have a good afternoon, Lieutenant.” We saluted.
Hard to choose. I know. I know. See ya on Wednesday!
XXX,
Alison
