Writer: Lovecraftsdeath
Subject: Silent Prayer
Link: LS666 Comment / 02.11.2025
Silent Prayer
To be blunt from the start: Last night, for the first night in days, I fucked my wife. It wasn’t anything particularly “special”, just me naked, lying beside her, my mouth alternating between hers and one exposed breast, while I massaged her clit beneath covers, while she tugged and squeezed (somewhat sadistically) on my balls beneath my fully engorged dick. I could feel her nails digging into the thin flesh as she did so as well.
For at least a month, I had been attempting to “will” her towards an increase in lust, a desire to do more than this very enjoyable, but very predictable, routine we have fallen into over the last year. While I saw some subtle clues that pointed toward change, I can’t be sure because at times she can say and do some very unpredictable things.
But last night was different. I called out to the Dark Lord, to Lucifer, Asmodeus, and even Lilith, offering all we both had, our pleasure, our orgasms, everything we had of only they would corrupt and fill our minds with desire. With longing. With lust. With wickedness.
Especially her, who stands upon a precipice, toes over the edge, but not ready to jump despite her mockeries, blasphemies, and seductions… so I begged. I won’t go into what exactly I silently prayed like a mantra as I pleasured her by rubbing her clit to orgasm, but despite the sex being quite normal (for us), it was also ecstatic. She came quickly, and if you were listening, the hell knows what visions were put into her head. Whatever they were, she seemed excited.
Once she’d finished, I mounted her and she used a word she never uses: cum. She always says “go,” but instead her word was “don’t cum on the bed.” I never pull out (as I have sterilized myself) unless it is for the sinful nature of Onanism, but I found it a notable thing to say.
And then for the first time in a while, her thigh was on my shoulder while one hand tightened around my throat until I couldn’t breathe, and the other pulled my balls roughly to the side as I fucked her slowly. She kissed, bit, and pinched my nipples.
And I prayed. I, over and over, I offered my pleasure as a Catholic offers his pain, and it was rapturous. I do not know if that would be worship, but if not, then it came close. I’m taking shots in the dark. Willing to try anything. But something certainly seemed different.
Advice? thoughts? I know this is shit writing, but I just woke up.