“The United States Mint and Treasury have unveiled a new gold coin that portrays Lady Liberty as a woman of color for the first time in American history.
In “a departure from previous classic designs,” the new coin portrays Lady Liberty as a black woman wearing a crown of stars. The coin is inscribed with “1792,” for the year the U.S. Mint was established, “2017” and “IN GOD WE TRUST.” The reverse side of the coin contains a “bold and powerful eagle in flight,” according to the press release.
The 1-ounce coin will be struck in .999 fine 24-karat gold at the West Point Mint facility in New York. It is the first in a series of 24-karat gold coins that will feature designs representing Lady Liberty as Asian-American, Hispanic-American and Indian-American. The coins will be issued every two years.”
Today an able-bodied, straight white guy in his thirties told me DJT scares him, but added, “It’s important not to drown in fear. After all, what can we do?”
He was totally serious.
I politely explained that as a woman with a disability who has many loved ones of color and/or in the LGBTQ community, it’s impossible for me to be apolitical. I detailed the ways in which just having a disability renders my entire existence political.
I explained how my friends and I have been calling our Senators and Congressional Representatives, our Governors, our Attorneys General, our Mayors, our State Legislators, how we’ve been writing them, too, how we’ve been marching for women, for Black Lives Matter, for Seattle Stands with Standing Rock, how I frequently write about disability, how all of us have mobilized, are sharing information, and haven’t stopped.
Most of us have been politically active for years, but some have only recently begun and, like all of us, they’re learning quickly, sharing information, and working their asses off.
He struck me as a genuinely sweet guy, but he’d done none of the above. When he asked me, “After all, what can we do?” he was truly flummoxed.
I’m finding this dynamic among a certain type of white guy, one whose rights are remaining largely untouched–though climate change will kill them, too, but I digress–and it’s as saddening as it is angering.
I live in Seattle, so I encounter very few DJT supporters, but in the four and a half months since the election, I’ve met too many ostensibly liberal or progressive white guys who are sort of shrugging and hoping the midterms go better, but doing nothing in the meantime.
On the flip side, I know plenty of white male loved ones who are fighting smart and hard on behalf of women, and/or the disabled, and/or persons of color, and/or the LGBTQ community.
They genuinely care.
They get it.
As such, I’ve started making a distinction between straight, able-bodied, white guys and guys who happen to be straight, able-bodied, and white.
The former are one of the biggest reasons we’re in this mess.
The latter are helping the rest of us fight our way out.
The more alliances we build, the better.
Nineteen months ‘till the midterms: let’s do this!
This song is a vessel. It carries the unbearable anguish of millions. We recorded it to channel the pain, fear, and trauma caused by the ongoing slaughter of our brothers and sisters. We recorded it to challenge the indifference, disregard, and negligence of all who remain quiet about this issue. Silence is our enemy. Sound is our weapon. They say a question lives forever until it gets the answer it deserves… Won’t you say their names?
Janelle Monáe on the #BlackLivesMatter “Hell You Talmbout" protest song
Wreck of U. S. destroyers Sept. 8, 1923. Honda Rocks, Santa Barbara Co., California.
In the U.S. Navy’s largest peacetime loss of ships, seven destroyers ran aground on the rocks off Honda Point on the evening of September 8, 1923. Twenty-three sailors died in this disaster. Two other ships were grounded, but were able to break free. Five other ships in the squadron were able to avoid the hazard.
So, my intention was to only make this a two shot, but apparently the Jake had other ideas. Here’s part two of my story for you to enjoy. Hopefully part 3 will be out soon. We’ll have to see if Jake and Jess are willing to cooperate with me.
As before, constructive criticism is always welcome. Needless flames will be used to warm my toes and make s’mores.
The first rays of dawn were
creeping through his window, but Jake didn’t see them. His world had been turned on its head, once
again; by a blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen that just 12 hours ago he would have
sworn had forgotten all about him. He
slowly turned the USB key over in his hands, wondering just what in the hell
was on it, but damn if he wasn’t terrified to look as well. “Three years…” he whispered, his eyes
starting off into nothing. “What in the
hell could you have to tell me after three damn years?”
Those three years had passed
quickly for him, lost in a blur of charter jobs and blackout, booze-filled
nights. He’d spent the first month after
La Huerta at the bottom of a bottle, desperately trying to forget the people he’d
been forced to leave behind, trying to forget the woman who had told him to
run. “Damnit Princess, what in the hell
are you playing at?” Jake’s eyes finally focused on the little key in his
hands, so innocuous and innocent. But
appearances were always deceiving. It’s
previous owner being a perfect example of that.
At first glance, one could have been forgiven for thinking she was
nothing more than a preppy little sorority cheerleader on her way to blow away
her brain cells on an all expense paid island resort. “But you are so much more than that aren’t
you Princess?” Jake asked of the empty room, his eyes transfixed by the little
piece of plastic and silicon in his hands.
The note she’d written had frozen
him to his bar stool for what had seemed like an eternity before Ernesto’s voice
had finally broken through and forced him to move. He snatched up the note and the key and strode
out of the bar, vaguely aware of Ernesto calling after him but not really
giving a damn what he was saying. Which
is what brought him here, sitting on his piece of junk couch while his ancient
laptop sat open before him on the coffee table, the screen casting a soft glow
over his face that he neither noticed nor cared about. He’d been frozen there, just as he had been
at the bar, for hours now. All because
of a USB key and an entire lifetime’s worth of memories.
But time moves ever forward and
even this moment of peaceful stupefaction couldn’t last. The slamming of a nearby door jerked Jake
from his thoughts, bringing his mind back into focus. He knew he couldn’t just sit there
forever. And so, with trembling hands,
Jake leaned forward and inserted the key into his computer. There were only two files that popped up… two
completely normal looking files. Still
wondering what in the hell was going on, Jake navigated his cursor to the file
labelled ‘First’ and clicked.
“Breaking news tonight as scandal rocks the U.S. Department of
Defence. Documents leaked today to
various media sources point to illegal sales of government weapons. Commander Rex Lundgren of the United States
Naval Services was taken into custody today pending charges of weapons
smuggling and manslaughter in the death of Lieutenant Michael Francis Schaffer.”
It was as if a wrecking ball had
just socked Jake in the chest. The video
file droned on about the Navy releasing a statement as article after article
popped up on his screen about the leak and Ludgren’s subsequent arrest. The New York Times had run Mike’s naval photo
side by side with one of Lundgren when he was arrested and Jake couldn’t help
the tears that sprang to his eyes as he stared at the image of his old friend,
so proud in his dress blues. “How in the
hell…” Jake sagged back onto the couch,
just staring at the information explosion on his screen. Lundgren was arrested, not only for the
smuggling, but for murdering Mike? “How
in the hell did you pull this off Princess?”
Surging forward, Jake closed the articles and the now silent video file
and clicked the second file, hoping it would have some clues. Immediately a video call appeared on his
laptop, silently ringing on his end.
Jake’s heart fell slightly when
Zahra’s face filled the screen. “Well it’s
about damn time.” She huffed, her irritation plain. “It’s been two days dude, what in the hell took
you so long to open these files. I
worked hard on those.”
“I only just got the drive.” Jake
said, struggling to comprehend the situation he was in. “What in the hell is happening here Z?”
Zahra rolled her eyes. “Dude, did you even READ the articles we
included? Any of the documents?” At his head shake, Zahra rolled her eyes
again, muttering what he could only assume were Persian curses. “You’ve been cleared dude. The Navy had no choice but to clear yours and
Mike’s name in the face of the information bomb Jess and I set off. The only thing on your record now is a dishonorable
discharge for desertion and she argued them down to time served on that one.”
Once again, Jake sagged back into
his couch. “Wha… How?”
“Don’t ask,” was the sharp reply. “The less you know about this, the better.”
Jake’s eyes narrowed. “What in the hell did you do Zahra?”
She just shrugged. “I just did the major hacking. Jess was the one who found most of the
information. You wanna get pissy with
someone, get pissy with her.”
“Well I would, but since you’re
here and she’s not…”
“Come on Jake, you had to know
she wasn’t going to let this go.” Zahra’s
glared at him from the screen. “Even if
she hadn’t been ass over tea kettle for you, we both know that isn’t who she
is.” A soft smirk tugged at Zahra’s
lips. “She’s a fixer. As annoying as it might be, if she sees
something is wrong… she fixes it. Or she
“You’re telling me…” Jake murmured,
still reeling from the information overload.
“So… all this time the two of you…”
“It was mostly Jess.” Zahra settled back into her chair. “Almost as soon as she got back to the states,
I think she started digging. She contacted
me about a year in with most of the information when she figured out Lundgren
had set a tail on her.”
“What!” Jake was going to give himself whiplash flinging himself forwards like this, but
Zahra’s last sentence struck him like a bullet.
“Relax, he never touched her.”
Zahra said, waving a hand at him. “The
way we figure it, Lundgren found out about her digging and knew there was only
one person who could have set her on his trail.
He wasn’t going to hurt her until he found you and we handled that. She went on the run and we kept digging.”
“What the hell Z…” Jake was angry now. Angry at Jess for getting herself into this
mess, angry at Lundgren for coming near her, but also at himself for not being
able to protect her. But under all of
that, he couldn’t help but think… She did this for him? “Tell me she’s ok. Z, tell me she’s safe.”
“Jake, do you not remember who
dropped off that little care package?
She’s fine.” Zahra eyed him from
her seat. “She kept digging in the
obvious spots so Lundgren wouldn’t notice me sneaking in the backdoor to his
files. How in the hell he was your
commander I have no idea cause the dude can’t cover his tracks to save his
For the second time that night,
Jake felt the air rush from his body.
She had cleared his name. Because
of her, he could go back home for the first time in a decade. He could go back to New Orleans for Mardi
Gras and see all his old haunts. He
could… he could finally visit Mike’s grave and pay his respects. He was a free man… and yet…
“Where is she?”
Zahra smirked at him. “She checked in with me after she made the
drop at your bar. You ever been to Morocco?” Her smirk widened as Jake shook his
head. “Her Highness, Princess Lalla
Salma owed me a favor. You might want to
check it out. I hear the street markets
are amazing.” And just like that, she
ended the call.
It took a second for everything
to click, but when it did, Jake was a whirlwind of movement. Years in the Navy had taught him to pack
light and within fifteen minutes, everything he gave a damn about had been
shoved into a bag, his apartment was locked up, and he was striding with
purpose into the steadily brightening day.
“I will find you Princess.” He felt himself mutter. “You found me and now… now I’m gonna find
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Jordan Anderson- (1825-1907) - A slave who following his emancipation, wrote a letter to his former master offering to work on his plantation. The letter has been described as a rare example of documented “slave humor” of the period and its deadpan style has been compared to the satire of Mark Twain
Josephine Baker- (1906 –1975) - Born in the US but spent most of her life in France, Baker was the first black woman to star in a major motion picture, Zouzou (1934), or to become a world-famous entertainer. She assisted the French Resistance in WWII, receiving the Croix de guerre and was made a Chevalier of the Legion d'honneur.
Ebenezer Bassett-(1833–1908)- The first African-American diplomat, serving as US ambassador to Haiti.
Stephen Bishop- (c. 1821–1857)- One of the lead explorers of Mammoth Cave, the longest cave system in the world.
Blanche Bruce- (1841 –1898)- The first elected black senator to serve a full term.
Absalom Boston- (1785–1855)- The first African-American captain to sail a whaleship, with an all-black crew.
Melvin “Mel” Boozer-(1945 –1987)- Activist for African American, LGBT and HIV/AIDS issues. In 1980 he became the first openly gay candidate for Vice President of the United States, running on the Socialist ticket.
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Wentworth Cheswell- (1748 –1817)- The first African American elected to public office in the history of the United States, being elected town constable of Newmarket, New Hampshire in 1768.
Fanny Jackson Coppin- (1837 –1913)- An African-American educator and missionary and a lifelong advocate for female higher education.
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P. B. S. Pinchback- (1837 –1921) - The first person of African descent to become governor of a U.S. state, serving as Governor of Louisiana for 15 days.
George Poage- (1880–1962)- The first African-American athlete to win a medal in the Olympic Games, winning two bronze medals at the 1904 games.
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The types of conversations I saw online about Harriet Tubman, Prince and Beyonce over this past week have yet to be duplicated in our nation’s discussion of politics. I think that’s a bad thing. And I will tell you why.
But first, let’s try to put the week in some sort of perspective.
It is possible that the week was the Internet’s Blackest Week. Ever.
A former slave and abolitionist took her place as the face of U.S. currency. A black rock and funk god died and made us remember just how much he changed everything about popular music. And Beyonce, she of a million think pieces, released a new “visual album” all about modern black womanhood, as well as her husband’s rumored affair. The Internet proceeded to break.
Paratroopers from the 1st Battalion (Airborne) 143rd Infantry Regiment and Charlie Troop (LRS) 3rd Squadron, 124th Cavalry Regiment conduct airborne operations at Fort Hood’s Rapido Drop Zone on April 17, 2015. The 314th Airlift Wing from Little Rock Air Force Base, Ark., provided the C-130 aircraft for the 36th Infantry Division Soldiers of the Texas Army National Guard. (U.S. Army photo by Maj. Randall Stillinger)
Content: Sub!Michael, Dom!Michael, profanity, overstimulation, bondage, and lots of sex.
The boys were over for the fifth time this week, and it wouldn’t of mattered to you if you weren’t so damn horny. During days Michael ran around doing interviews, booking shows, playing shows, and barely stopping to even kiss you in between. During nights he invited Calum, Ash, and Luke over to play video games and ask you for food ever 5 minutes. You had tried multiple times since this “friends only” kick had started to set the mood: cuddling up to him while he and the boys talked, to which he merely put a loose arm around you, playing with his hair as he played video games, which he ignored. You even tried more obvious signals, luring him into the bedroom, to which he gave you a quick kiss and walked out. You even tried palming him through his jeans while he was playing video games and the other boys were preoccupied. He gave a slight groan and just brushed your hand away. Nothing worked. So here you stood, horny as hell, in the kitchen making nachos for you non-hint-taking boyfriend and his friends.
You finished the plate and brought them in. They were sitting around on the couch talking about their newly announced U.S “Rock Out With your Socks Out Tour.” You set the plate on the coffee table and they all immediately dug in. They muttered full-mouthed “thank you’s” and continued the conversation. You sat down next to Michael and cuddled up to his side. He wrapped an arm around you, tighter than the last times you attempted this. You were curious, so you began to play with his hair. He sighed and leaned into your touch. This was definitely going somewhere now. You hoped that they would finish the nachos and begin the video games sometime soon, so you could really get him going. So for the time being, you began rubbing his thigh lightly and kept playing with his hair. Calum caught your eye and winked at you. Suddenly Calum spoke up.
“Hey let’s play some games, yeah?"
He had been noticing your sexual frustration for the past few days and had finally taken notice in Michaels long-awaited reaction. You made a mental note to thank him later.
The boys nodded in agreement. Ash turned on the xbox, handed everyone a controller and they began to play Call of Duty. Calum looked over to you and winked again, which you took as a signal to begin your little game. You allowed your hand to travel from Michael’s thigh to the bulge beginning to form in his jeans. You rubbed him through the denim material, and he threw his head back onto the couch.
You took his earlobe between your teeth and bit and sucked gently.
"Don’t make a sound.” You whispered seductively into his ear.
He nodded hastily and you continued to palm his growing boner through his pants. He bit his lip in a desperate attempt to keep his moans in and his eyes fluttered closed as the combination of teasing and being unable to vocalize his feelings became too much for him to handle. A loud bang erupted from the speakers as Mikey got killed, due to him closing his eyes. You giggled and bit your lip as you pulled your palm away from his erection. He groaned and when the boys looked back, he played it off as being annoyed that he got killed. He began to get up, pulling his shirt down in an attempt to hide his bulge. But you pushed him back down and began playing with his hair again.
“Finish the game.” You whispered.
He slightly whimpered and hastily continued the game. You could feel yourself getting more and more wet while watching him. His eyebrows furrowed, determined to finish the game to get to you. You weren’t sure if you could take much more. But you were sticking to your guns, and refused to let him be in control of your sex life this time. So, you just clenched your legs together and ignored the growing wetness soaking through your panties.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they reached their checkpoint for the day. Calum shot up out of his seat first, taking notice in his best friends bulge and your discomfort. Luke and Ash followed his lead, not quite catching on. You and Mikey got up and said your goodbyes, careful not to look suspicious. They finally left and as soon as you closed the door and turned around, Michael was all over you. His lips hungrily attacked yours, kissing you roughly. His hands grabbed at your hair, your waist, you ass; anywhere he could possibly get a good grip. You played along for a few more minutes, but then pulled away.
“What the hell? I thought you were horny too,” he exclaimed.
“Oh I am.” You responded. With this he advanced forward, while you moved back. “And I have been for the past 4 fucking days. You seriously didn’t play into my suggestions until today?” You explained, your voice tinged with annoyance.
“I-I’m sorry babe I was caught up in the tour and the boys and I didn’t know but I really need you right now."
"And I needed you right now for 4 days. But you made me wait."
"I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you wait I really a-” you cut him off, gaining confidence as you because more and more excited.
“So I’m going to make you wait.” You whispered, the phrase barely audible.
He gulped and you felt satisfied with your work. You began to walk away from the entrance hall to the bedroom. As you walked you motioned “come here” without looking back. You heard his converse quickly hitting the tile floor as he followed. As you walked to the bedroom, you stripped. Taking off your tee shirt, your black skinny jeans, letting your hair down, all without ever looking back. By the time you got to the bedroom, you were left in your black lacy lingerie and black red bottomed pumps; Michael’s favorite. You entered the bedroom and turned around to face Michael. He had his head thrown back, his pants pulled down slightly and his hand on his dick. The little shit had been jerking off as you walked. “Did I fucking tell you that you could jerk off?” “N-no, I’m sorry.”“Good. But you still have to be punished."At this remark, he straightened up slightly. "I what?” “You have to be punished. You made me wait, so I’m going to make you wait. But it seems like you disobeyed me, so that just adds to the punishment."He bit his lip, obviously enjoying your confidence. You walked towards him and pushed him onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his waist. He looked up at you with his big kitten eyes. His pupils had dilated greatly, and you stopped yourself from kissing him right then and there. You lowered yourself onto him and began grinding into his bulge. He moaned your name and you smirked. His hands flew up to your chest to begin palming at your boobs. As good as it felt, you couldn’t let him see you give in. "New rule, you can’t touch me.” “What the fuck?!” “Don’t touch me.” He pulled his hands away and sat there, sighing as you rolled your hips. You leaned down and kissed his neck, leaving a hickey directly on his Adam’s apple. Your hands found their way to the hem of his worn out Metallica muscle tee and you pulled it up and over his head. Your hands roamed down his bare chest and eventually ended up fiddling with the waistband of his jeans. You undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. You slid off of his lap and pulled down his jeans as he helped by shimmying out of them. You then began to rub him off through the thin fabric of his boxers. He groaned and you took the elastic in between your teeth. You pulled them down as his humongous erection sprang up against his stomach. You moved upwards and kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear you knew he loved so much. “Tell me what you want baby."Michael just moaned in response. You tugged on his hair a little, bringing him even closer to your face. "I said tell me what you want. What do you want me to do babe? It’s up to you.” “I-I want you to suck me off Y/N please.” He bit his lip as you left a trail of sloppy kisses down his torso until you reached his erection. You took him in your hand and pumped him a few times. “Mmm, you’re so hard for me baby. Is that all for me?” You whispered in his ear, still pumping his length. “O-ohh fuck yes.” He moaned, barely able to form a full sentence. You ceased your hands movement. “I said is that all for me?” You said, your voice stern. “Ah fuck yes baby it’s all for you just please keep going.” You smiled, satisfied and began pumping him again. You kissed his tip and took half of his length in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, pumping what you couldn’t fit in. You swirled your tongue around his tip cause him to throw his head back in pleasure. You moaned, sending vibrations down his length. This sent him into a frenzy and his hand immediately flew to your head pushing you farther down his dick. You pulled your mouth off of his length, and got up off the bed. He immediately realized what he did. “Shit please baby I didn’t mean to I promise I won’t do it again please just come back.” He begged. You walked over the the dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out a pair of fuzzy black handcuffs and matching leg restraints. His eyes widened at the sight of the set. “Oh baby please anything but that please,” he whined. “You’ve been a bad boy, and bad boys have to be punished.” You took his hands and cuffed them to either side of the headboard, following up with the same process for his legs. He was completely naked and helpless, spread out on the bed, full-blown erection, begging for you. And you loved it. You walked over to him at a painfully slow pace, letting his eyes rake over your barely clothed body. Once you neared the bed, he gulped, anxiety taking over him as he awaited your next move. You climbed onto his chest, a knee on either side and leaned down to kiss him. He eagerly pulled his head up to respond, but you faked him out; moving left to whisper in his ear. He groaned as you took his earlobe in your teeth and gently bit and sucked at it. “Watch me.” You cooed. “What?” He asked, clearly confused. You scooted back a little, so that you legs were spread out and he had a clear view of your dripping wet panties. You began to rub your boobs through your bra. You reached around your back and unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You continued to rub your breasts, rubbing circles on your already hard nipples. You flicked them and moaned. Your hands traveled down to your soaked core and began to rub yourself through your panties. Michael was struggling against the handcuffs, in a desperate attempt to touch you, not caring that his wrists were red. You hooked a thumb into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them off. You discarded them on the floor and began to play with yourself. You rubbed up and down your slit, while your thumb rubbed circles on your clit. You then slipped a finger inside you and arched your back. You sighed heavily, and Michael groaned loudly. You began to pump your finger in and out, while your thumb rubbed hungry circles on your sensitive clit. You began to pant and made direct eye contact with Michael to really drive him crazy. “Oooh Michael fuck,” you groaned. He made a strangled noise and bucked his hips upward, wishing that it was he that was inside of you, making you feel this good. “Fuck Y/N please, I need to touch you, taste you anything please,” He begged. “Oh shit Michael! I’m gonna cum!” You cried, pumping and rubbing faster than before. You reached your high, arching your back into your own touch as Michael bucked up once again. You pulled the finger out and smirked. “You said you wanted a taste?” Michael nodded his head rapidly as you slid your finger into his mouth. He sucked on it as if his life depended on it. You pulled it out shortly after, and he frowned. “Have you got what you wanted? Please Y/N I need you.” “Mm…I think this could go on a little longer.” He moaned and struggled against his restraints harder than before. “Y/N please touch me.” You smirked and nodded. “Don’t move at all, or I stop.” You commanded. He nodded his head quickly. You climbed onto his lap, and lowered yourself onto him, his dick fitting into you perfectly. “Fuck!” He cried out, throwing his head back and bucking his hips into you. You gasped at the sudden thrust, and quickly pulled yourself off of him. He realized what he had done and pulled against his restraints to try to pull you back into bed. It was no use, you were already stepping back into your lingerie and his Metallica shirt. “Shit baby please I’m so fucking sorry I need you so bad.” "You can’t help yourself can you?“ You questioned, to which he shook his head no. "Well maybe a little time away from me will teach you to control your actions and obey me.” You saw the mixture of lust, confusion, annoyance, longing, and regret in his eyes as you walked out of the bedroom. You left him there for a good 20 minutes and then decided he had been through enough. When you walked back in, he turned towards you drowsily. “Fuck baby please.” He muttered the words that had seemed to turn into the only words he knew. “Are you ready to obey me?” “Yes I promise I’ll be a good boy!” He exclaimed excitedly. You slowly approached him, stripping back to nude as you walked, leaving only your pumps on. You climbed onto the bed and took his throbbing member into your palm. You attached your lips to the tip, and he whimpered. You pushed more of him into your mouth and sucked a bit, only to pull off. You climbed over him and hovered your heat over his dick. He was breathing heavily and his eyes burned into yours hungrily, awaiting your next move. You lowered yourself onto him once more, biting your lip at his size and how good it felt to finally have him in you. He had his eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, desperately holding onto the headboard, all to keep himself from thrusting into you. You loved this change from his normally dominant sex life, you enjoyed seeing him so submissive for once, under control of your ever wish, demand, and movement. You began to bounce up and down, painfully slow even for you, so you could only imagine how it felt for him. He let out a giant release of air and groaned, an animalistic noise at the contact. You bounced faster and faster. “FUCK!” He yelled out. “Don’t you dare cum yet.” You breathed. He whimpered and you felt him twitch in an attempt to hold back his release. You began to violently rub your clit as you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach, and felt your own release approaching rapidly. “Fuck, fuck NOW!” You cried. You released simultaneously and he growled, something you had never heard come from him before. You pulled off him, and began to undo his restraints, starting with the legs first. You finished freeing his legs, and moved up towards his hand, stopping to give him a passionate kiss. You then undid his handcuffs and expected him to use his long awaited freedom to hold you close. You thought wrong. As soon as you unlocked the second handcuff. He flipped you over faster than you could put down the key. “You thought I was done with you? After how you tortured me? I don’t think so sweetheart.” He growled into your ear, kissing the sweet spot of your neck. Your eyes widened as he held your wrists together above your head, with such a force that you could barely twitch an arm. He spread your legs apart using his free hand and his head dipped below your knees. You felt his tongue against your clit, and then it diving in and out of your slit. You cried out and writhed against the bed. “FUCK MICHAEL!” You gasped. He took a break from eating you out to tease you with his dirty talk. “Mm yeah you like that baby? Now you know how I felt.” You struggled against his hand, to which he only held your wrists tighter. He dipped his tongue back into you as his calloused thumb began rubbing at your clit. You felt a strong sensation in your stomach and you knew that your release was close. “Fuck oh fuck Michael I’m gonna-FUCK!” You exclaimed. Before you could stop yourself, you reached your high, but Michael immediately pulled away. “Did I tell you to cum?” “N-no sir.” “I was going to let you off with just that, but now I have to really punish you, fair and square.” You prepared yourself for his finger in your extremely sensitive pussy, but when he rammed into you with his dick you weren’t prepared at all. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT MICHAEL FUCK!” You screamed. “Yeah who made you scream like that baby?” “FUCK MICHAEL YOU! YOU MADE ME SCREAM!” “That’s right baby.” He cooed. He continued thrusting into you with agonizing speed, when you felt your oncoming orgasm, and his dick twitching inside of you. “Mi-Michael can I please cum?” “Fuck yes baby cum for me.” He breathed. You rode out your highs together, and he finally pulled out, collapsing next to you with exhaustion. You cuddled up into him, the soreness already settling in. “Are you alright love?” He asked. “I’m fine baby, you?” You said, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. “Never better.” He responded.“I don’t think we’re gonna be able to walk tomorrow.” You stated, giggling. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” He concluded, kissing the top of your head gently.