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Writer: Lilith’s Whore
Subject: Help Me, Hoku
Link: LS666 Emails /26.07.2024
Help Me, Hoku
I have followed your stories and this site for a long time. I have made many friends here, some have come and gone, but all have helped me discover who I am today. There is one however I have always admired, but never reached out to — Hoku — I hope she will read what I have to say. Maybe she can add clarity and maybe a little inspiration to what I am about to confess.
I have been living a hedonist lifestyle for a while, and have always been encouraged by my husband, who, by the way, was on a journey of his own. Eventually, I connected with my boss, a large dominant black man with no boundaries and little restraint. He took me completely. He taught me about myself, and pleasures I couldn’t comprehend outside of that moment in time. I used him as an instrument to satisfy my lusts. I gave him anything and everything he asked for, and when he asked for it.
This continued for almost a year, then my husband suffered a stroke. I felt I was being jerked back to a competing reality. I cut ties with friends that I thought would distract me from caring for my husband. My husband was now bed-confined. There are times he sleeps for hours, sometimes days before waking up. I vowed to take care of him as long as it took.
I didn’t quit my job, however. The pay is substantial and we need that income. I made sure my boss understood my position, and he did. He has been professional at all times. Supportive, even. But, that recently ended, hence the coming confession. I have been growing frustrated. I have become disconnected from my husband. I felt lost.
I read Hoku’s posts, both on the LS666 platform, and other places, that I have followed. To this day, I can’t find the post I read from her — I don’t even remember exactly what it was about — and to this day I can’t find it. But, it struck my core.
I went to work the next day, going directly to my boss’s office. I told him how I felt — Lost — disconnected from myself and even my family. I begged him to help. Whatever that meant or entails. He told me he would pick me up at 6:30 sharp, then sent me home. He did as he promised. He brought me back home late in the night.
My sister-in-law helps often, so she was there when I got home. I sent her on her way and again I was alone with him — my husband. I felt no connection, and that pissed me off. I have given up so much, and I can’t even feel connected to the man.
What happened next, I can’t pretend I am sorry for.
I jerked the covers off my sleeping husband. I grabbed the hem of his pajama bottoms and wrestled them off. I stripped off my dress and soaked my panties. Grabbing him by the ankles, I pulled him down into the bed. It was not gentle or caring. It was frustration. Laying him flat, I climbed on top of him. Positioning my knees on each side of his stoic face, I rose, putting my cunt inches from him. My fingers plunged into my slick sex, as I retold the commentary on the night’s events.
I told him how my boss reclaimed his pussy. No, that’s not right. He didn’t reclaim anything — I gave it to him — he fucked me … called me names that I have never uttered … I relived in detail how I begged to be filled with black cock. How wonderful it felt, as I was being filled with nigger seed.
My fingers were working inside me, and I felt the running spunk sliding out and down my fingers, as I watched with delight, the slime dropped onto his forehead, then across his eyes and nose, then across his lips. Wet smacking of my ministrations filled the air. I told how he fucked and filled my evil cunt, then was replaced by his brother, then an uncle, and finally his nephew. I left their cum deep in my womb and begged for more.
I cursed him to open his eyes so he could see the hand prints on my ass, the bruises on my breasts, and the hickies on my neck that I demanded they leave. I rested my swollen, used cunt on his face and fucked him, their cum lubricating the thrusts of my hips.
Leaning forward, I grabbed his flaccid cock and balls. I jerked them. No, I didn’t masturbate him, I was trying to tear his cock off his body. I gathered his balls and squeezed. The closer I came to orgasm, the harder I squeezed and the more violent the handling of his cock. I thought they would come loose in my hand as I fucked his face through my gushing orgasm, soaking him and the bed, clamping my thighs around his head until I could not go any longer.
I rolled off him, curled next to him, and cried. Not for what I had done, but I felt the connection I thought was all but gone. I cleaned him up, changed his pajamas and the bed, lay next to him for the first time in a while, and slept. I am not sure how or why. I sincerely ask Hoku, and her wisdom to help me understand.
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My condolences. He is lost to you, however. You have not been his for quite some time, as I have said. Even in loss, your essence has not changed.
As always: To thine own self be true. It is unnecessary to to feel guilt for giving yourself to the Penis you do not love. Though the pain be unavoidable, healing will only cum if you seek it.
Society is entering an unburdened age. That, you should embrace.
Aloha I must say I am moved, feel sorrow for your ordeal and yet strangely aroused it is a normal feeling, the same as anyone who gives into their primal nature. Without getting into specifics it is similar to blasphemy or using that puppy. After all god and dogs never speak, do they? .