ann4wr1tes

[ann4wr1tes]

Loveless.

Do you ever take public transport on a busy morning?

Crammed together, unimaginably close for complete strangers. You share the closeness and intimacy like you share destinations.

The way we cram together with strangers, bodies pressed against each other, invading every inch of our privacy. Yet, except for the motion of the wheels hurtling down the track, the train is silent.

Nobody seems to question how humans just fit together by design. How warm it feels when you step into the intimacy of bodies crammed together. The strange feeling when it’s time to get off and your arms are no longer contorted around someone else.

This isn’t about public transport. It’s about silence.

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[ann4wr1tes]

20/08/2022

Haven’t logged in for a while.

Oh how young, naive and stupid I was.

that’s all i have to say

[ann4wr1tes]

rewards

throwing your bags onto the floor, you collapse onto the sofa with a sigh. you rub your temples and finally enjoy the silence.

"I hate shopping," you declare, "and driving."

"well, it was your idea." your boyfriend sits down next to you, rubbing your arm reassuringly.

"I know, I just didn't think it would be so busy."

total sensory overload. kids everywhere, the heat of the shopping centre, the noise of everyone pushing past each other, slow walkers, the dry mouth that always seems to come with trying on clothes, getting lost on the way home with no phone signal, the traffic on the motorway - everything was just too much.

"lets see some of those pretty tops you bought, you know the ones you didn't try on..?" he suggests, lifting the shopping bags off the floor of your apartment.

you sigh. but not one of those exasperated, leave-me-alone sighs, a gentle how does he always know how to get around me? sigh. you do as he suggests, and his facial expressions and mumbles of approval make you believe today's ordeal was somewhat worth it.

"I know what you need baby." he almost whispers, leaning in towards you.

softly and lovingly, you feel his lips brush against yours, the rhythm of the kiss taking over. and just like that, all of your stress disappears, like rubbing pen off a whiteboard.

"you've been so good today, baby" he whispers, pulling away to look into your eyes.

you fidget in your seat as you feel yourself start to get wet. he pulls you onto his lap.

"such a good girl."

sliding his hands into your underwear, he leans in for another kiss. your spine shivers and your body trembles as he moves his hands between the lips of your soaked pussy. you move your hips slightly, feeling his cock starting to harden underneath his jeans. he holds you in his lap as you make out, as he rubs circles around your clit and you feel yourself get wetter and wetter around his fingers.

"my good girl deserves a reward," he tells you, softly but assertively, "you'd like that, wouldn't you baby?"

your eyes widen as you look up at him, and you nod, gripping your thighs tighter around his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck.

you don't need to reply. he stands up, you still wrapped around him, and moves towards the bedroom. he places you gently on the bed, and places kisses gently all down your body. he undoes your jeans and places them on the floor, then begins to lick your already dripping pussy. you let out soft, barely audible moans, your eyes shut, simply enjoying the moment.

"you're going to cum today, aren't you, pretty baby? you've been such a good little girl all day." he pulls away to look you in the eye, "but i've got some rules for you. no stopping, no saying you're tired, no bratting. you do as daddy says. I'm going to count how many fingers I can fit in that tight little pussy of yours and you're going to enjoy every one of them."

you nod, focusing on the waves of pleasure between your legs. you grind your hips against his hands. you've decided that three is your favourite number.

"but I don't want to cum on your fingers, daddy," you whisper, widening your eyes to meet his gaze, "I want to cum on your cock."

he groans, and you can't work out if it's due to pleasure, or your unexpected brattiness.

"it's your reward baby, you can have whatever you want." he unzips his trousers, "but you're gonna have to get it wet first, aren't you?"

he stands at the foot of the bed, you sit cross-legged. you can't get his dick into your mouth quickly enough. you smile as you lick the length of his shaft, listening to his pleasure as you suck the tip. you suck until your jaw starts to ache, at which point, you shuffle back towards the headboard.

"aw, baby, are you ready for your daddy's cock?" he whispers, rubbing your clit, "you're so wet, aren't you, my pretty girl?"

"yes, daddy." you mumble, gasping softly as he inserts his hard cock into your desperate pussy. he rocks back and forth, and you feel the pleasure coming in waves. he lifts your lower back with one hand, you see his bicep pop.

"do you want to ride your daddy's cock, baby?"

at this moment, there's nothing you want more.

"go on, princess." he instructs, guiding your hips onto his hard shaft, "take it slow."

you do as he says. you don't have the energy for bratting today. maybe he's right; being a good girl can be fun sometimes.

you rock back and forth on his shaft, your pussy grinding against his body. a shiver travels up your whole body, and, suddenly, you gasp for air and your eyes roll back.

"go on baby," he demands, almost shouting, "tell me who you're coming for."

"i-i-i'm c-coming for," you struggle to get the words out as the orgasm takes control of your body, "i'm coming for my daddy"

"for who?!" he demands again.

"for-for daddy..!" you scream, speeding up, feeling the rush of the orgasm spread to the smile on your face.

"good girl baby, daddy's good girl," he grunts, thrusting into you, "you know what good girls get?"

you smile, slowing down slightly as the pleasure fades.

"daddy's cum?"

"that's right baby. daddy's gonna fill you up with cum."

the smile turns into a grin as you feel him do just that. your pussy fills up and you enjoy the pleasure on his face.

suddenly, the fatigue hits you, and you collapse onto his chest, his cock still inside you.

"aw, baby, are you tired?" he strokes your head, "i think you need a nice warm bath."

he leaves to run the hot water, and you pass out from the exhaustion, lying in your own sticky mess. the next thing you know, you're being picked up and carried to the bath, and all you can possibly feel is loved.

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[ann4wr1tes]

cuddles

"hey, hey baby, shhhhh," he whispers, pulling you closer into his chest, "you don't need to cry, i've got you."

he holds you as you sniffle into his hoodie, your entire body and face covered by his duvet. he tells you why he loves you.

"you're beautiful, inside and out. you're smart. you're funny. you're kind and caring."

you nestle into his arms. the side of your face fits perfectly into the crook of his neck. he wipes away each of your tears and kisses your hot forehead.

you pull yourself higher up onto his chest, turning your face to the side so you can see what's on the tv. he's been watching a nature documentary. you watch as the seals and the polar bears frolic in the snow, not a care in the world. you immerse yourself in their world and, starting to suck your thumb, you enter your own little world. you switch off from all your worries and problems. just you and daddy, safe and warm in his bed, cosy beneath the blanket of morning fog.

you both revel in this feeling for hours, talking about what's happening in the documentary as you watch episode after episode. you don't take much of the information in; you just listen as he talks, giggling when he tells jokes. you can see the sun slowly rising through his window as you drift in and out of sleep.

"baby," he whispers, "it's 10 o'clock"

"mhmmm" you reply, sleepily.

"baby, you need to wake up now," his tone becomes more serious, "you have work in half an hour."

"i'm not going to work today."

"baby."

"not going anywhere."

"i know you've had a rough night, but you still have to go to work."

more tears begin to roll down your face as he sits up. you grab his bicep with both hands.

"i- i- said- that- i'm n-not going a-anywhere" you sob, gulping for breath.

"baby." he commands, "you are gonna be a good girl and get up for work. please, baby. i'll even come with you."

"n-no," you gasp, "i w-want to s-stay with you, daddy."

you wish you could just lay in bed and watch movies together with not a care in the world.

"p-please don't make me go-"

he pulls the duvet off you, exposing your cold, vulnerable body, fresh wounds still sticking to the sheets.

"you'll be so much better when you get there," he says, almost reassuring himself, "go on baby, look, here's your clothes."

he starts to dress you, slipping the bra straps over your shoulders and pulling the t-shirt over your head.

"that's a good girl"

you wriggle away from him, pulling the covers back over your head.

"young lady."

a shiver travels up your spine as daddy breaks out the serious voice. you peek one eye out from under the covers, meeting his stern gaze.

"do as you're told please. get dressed for work."

shivering, you start to pull your jeans on, one hand still grasping your daddy's arm. he slowly unwraps each finger and you whine as he moves away from you, and kneels at the foot of the bed.

"foot in." he demands, holding your shoe.

you shake your head.

he counts down.

"3,

2,

1,

right, i'm putting your feet in your shoes young lady," he wriggles one foot in and ties the laces, "you have to go to work baby, you will get fired if you take any more sick days, okay?"

he puts the other shoe on as you sniff, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

"i want to stay with you." you mumble.

"i know, baby," he says, sympathetically, "i want you here with me too. as soon as you're finished, i'll pick you up, we'll pick up some dinner, and we will come back and carry on where we left off, okay?"

you nod your head slowly.

"are you gonna go to work like a good girl now?"

you pause for a moment.

"c-can you c-come with me, daddy?"

"i'll drop you off, baby, and i'll wave to you and blow you kisses until i can't see you anymore, okay?"

you nod, submissively.

"car. now." he demands, "you're already late."

"...yes daddy."

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[ann4wr1tes]

good girl

creeping into the dark room, there he is. face turned slightly to the right, one arm above his head out of the duvet, his tattoos only just visible. his hair all messy and stubble sprouting over his cheeks. you move towards him and gently place kisses on his cheek, moving down his neck, then back up and over the other cheek. he begins to stir, rolling over and groaning softly.

"hey beautiful", he speaks softly but with a gruff tone, his morning voice cracking with each syllable.

you don't reply, continuing to kiss his neck and run your fingers down his stomach. you feel him shiver slightly under your touch.

"someone horny?" he asks, opening his big brown eyes.

you just nod. he strokes your face.

"is someone a horny little slut?" he whispers into your ear.

your stomach practically flips inside out as you kiss harder, now biting his neck and moving your hand further down his stomach, until you reach the base of his throbbing morning wood.

"you're daddy's horny little slut," he whispers into your ear, "tell me whose little slut you are."

"daddy's," you whisper back

"i didn't hear you," he says, grabbing you by the back of the neck, until he forces you to look him in the eye, "tell me who i am."

"daddy," you reply, slightly louder, feeling your pussy get wetter as his fingers dig harder into the back of your neck.

"tell me one more fucking time." he slaps you across the ass.

"daddy." you almost shout into his ear.

"good girl. now show me how much you want me."

instantly, you move down towards his hard cock, licking the tip before he pushes your head down over the entire thing. you suck it almost desperately, your tongue placing just the right amount of pressure on the tip to drive him insane. you look up for a split second and your eyes meet his.

suddenly, he grabs you from underneath, flipping you onto your back. before you can even catch your breath, he begins to eat your pussy, licking your clit until you pulsate. you gasp as he slips his fingers in. he picks up the pace until your legs go weak.

"hold your fucking legs in the air," he grumbles, "i'm not finished with you yet"

however, you grow even more desperate for his hard dick, and your hand reaches down between your legs. you stroke the tip of his shaft as well as you can in this position.

"aw, baby," he mocks, "someone wants daddy's cock, huh?"

you look him in his eyes, pouting. you know exactly what you're doing, and before you can even reply, he slides his throbbing shaft into your soaking pussy. you gasp as you feel him start to move inside you. he goes slowly, gazing into your eyes as he picks up the pace and you begin to quiver beneath him.

"daddy," you gasp, "flip me over and fuck me from behind."

he obliges with your request, something unusual in your relationship. usually, he takes charge. he's in control. he dominates you.

you bite the pillow as he speeds up, your ass slapping against his pelvis. you wince as it goes deeper, and you feel all of him inside you.

"lift that ass back up now," he demands with a slap, "don't you dare get fucking lazy with me"

you oblige. he gets faster and faster. you know what's about to happen and you lean back into him, moving your hips as he thrusts his hard cock into your desperate little pussy.

"stop fucking moving."

suddenly, he pulls out and you feel a warm sensation down your back. you feel his cum dripping down your ass cheeks and you enjoy feeling its warmth, feeling him dripping down your body. you belong to him.

"good girl," he whispers, "you're daddy's little cumslut"

you nod as he catches his breath. he knows you haven't finished yet, and he revels in watching you squirm as he just sits and watches you. he's making you wait for it. you don't have time for that. you just want his throbbing shaft inside you. you reach out with your grabby, desperate little hands, pulling him closer to you.

"please, daddy."

"get the fuck on top, baby."

you ease yourself onto his hard dick and you feel the whole thing inside you. you stroke his chest as you begin to ride him, starting slowly.

"good girl," he whispers, "fuck me, baby."

you can only oblige, and you speed up. your clit grinds against the bottom of his stomach. you see the pleasure in his eyes so you go faster. with every thrust of your hips you feel his balls swing underneath you, sliding up between your asscheeks as his dick goes further and further inside you.

he feels you starting to get tired. he grabs you by the back of the throat and fucks you from underneath as you bite his neck, softly moaning his name as you feel your pussy getting even wetter. you pull yourself up and start fucking him again, your clit bouncing off his body as you sit on his throbbing dick.

"you're such a good girl," he tells you, "you're so good at this baby. fuck me till you cum."

you keep going and you feel yourself getting closer and closer. he has a proud look in his eyes as you speed up.

"cum on my cock, baby girl."

you feel yourself start to pulsate and suddenly your whole world stops as you climax. the pleasure takes over and you feel yourself soaking him, your cum dripping down his shaft.

you can only say one word, and you want to scream it.

"daddy," you repeat, desperately, over and over again with each wave of pleasure.

"i didn't say stop, baby," he whispers, "keep going"

you do as he says and you keep fucking him till your pussy aches and his cock is drenched in your cum. you look him in the eyes as he orders you to cum again for him.

"i can't." you moan, breathlessly.

"we don't do 'i can't' in this house, do we baby?"

that alone was enough for you to keep going, and you find enough strength to drench his cock in your fluids just once more, your legs shaking as he thrusts up from beneath you. his hand closes around your throat as you babble his name, calling him daddy over and over through your orgasm.

"good girl."

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[ann4wr1tes]

25/11/2021

haven't written for a few days as i've been so tired. there's so much going on and i'm not keeping up.

al was in the hospital today. nothing serious but he's in a lot of pain. i picked him up tonight after work and we went to mcdonald's. i just want the old him back.

my manager pulled me for a chat in the middle of my shift today. he was saying he'd noticed i'd lost a lot of motivation for my job. it was quite a refreshing conversation. i didn't realise anyone actually picked up on this stuff.

the problem is he sorta told me i can't really use work as a place to vent. even though i can slap on a smile when i talk to customers, my 'other coworkers' are picking up on my 'negativity'. that almost made me cry. i hate to think i'm being a negative energy or bringing others down.

so i've had to find other ways to show my frustration. and if i can't take it out on others, i'm gonna have to take it out on myself.

tonight i made a mistake, but it felt so good. i forgot how cleansing it is to watch the blood pouring from your skin. it's a refreshing sort of pain when you cut yourself. you're entirely in control of what you're feeling. for me, it reminds me that i'm human. that i bleed and i feel pain and it gives me empathy for others. i don't regret it. even though now it's started to sting.

i miss my al. the man i fell in love with. the man i saw when we were on holiday without a single care in the world. i just want him to get better.

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21/10/2021

shitty day at work. i'm so so tired and missing my al. that's about it really.

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20/11/2021

loooooong old day at work. closed down the kitchen AND the bar. so much work.

i phoned al after work and he cheered me up. we chatted for about half an hour. just filled him in on the general chit-chat. we had a new guy start today. he seems nice.

holy shit i am so tired. just can't wait for my favourite person to be back so i can hug him extra tight and never let go <3

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[ann4wr1tes]

19/11/2021

al went away this morning. apparently he saw me from across the car park. he didn't come and see me though. i found that weird. i just hope he hadn't been drinking and trying to avoid me. he knows i can read him like a book. i'm not as dumb as i look.

work was shitty, especially without him. i can't be bothered anymore. i've asked to go in the kitchen again tomorrow. it's so much easier (and their music is better).

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18/11/2021

where do i start with today? al was upset again today. he's going home for a few days to help sort out his family. he leaves early tomorrow morning so i've just seen him for the last time for a few days.

i didn't start work until 12 today so we went to mcdonald's for breakfast (that always cheers him up). i do still feel a bit sick though - i had the new chocolate toffee latte and it was amazing but like diabetes in a cup.

my manager wasn't in today but his manager (and the owner of the business) was instead. she's a bitch. today i was in the kitchen but also expected to run food? i know i am pretty awesome but even i can't be in two places at once. to be fair, i managed to get out of running most of the food as i was wearing al's football top (which is hardly professional attire for restaurant staff).

we had sex twice today, once in the afternoon and once in the evening just after i finished work. a good thing about working in the kitchen is finishing earlier than the bar staff. i felt really smug when i left at 9pm.

i'm gonna miss al when he's away but his family need him. i might tidy up his room while he's gone (i did that the last time he went away). am i the world's least feminist woman? he wrote i love you on the window of my car as i drove off.

i love you too.

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17/11/2021

al is struggling again. more hard times with his family. i hate seeing my favourite person upset.

i brought him lunch and juice earlier. we spent some time together. he gave me an earth-shattering orgasm (tmi, i know, but who even reads this blog?!). even when he's sad he's still a sex god. i love him.

i had to work back-of-house tonight. it was fairly easy, just dishwashing, which i did at my old job every saturday anyway. so a bit of déjà vu. but the day went sooooo quickly and was probably the easiest money i've earned in a while.

speaking of money, i've lent al 500 quid for his nan's funeral. this is either a really nice thing to do or the stupidest mistake i've ever made. never would i dream of lending that amount of money to someone i've only known for four months.... it's funny what love does to you.

al thought it was a piss-take that i had to work all day in the kitchen then help close down the bar. it didn't even cross my mind that it was a bit cheeky from my manager, especially when he sent his girlfriend home early. i am so naïve sometimes. it'll get me into trouble one day.

it's midnight now but i finished work at half past ten. i sat with al for an hour and a bit while he watched the football and we just chatted shit about our days and life and just had a laugh together. spending time with him is so easy and enjoyable. i found it so attractive when he shouted at the football on tv. don't ask why, because i have no idea.

so. yeah. today was a good-ish day. i may be working in the kitchen again tomorrow but i'm hoping they'll find another helper. there's only so many dishes i can wash!

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[ann4wr1tes]

16/11/2021

date night was so lovely. started off in a restaurant (the food was really good). i had pizza. we shared desserts <3

had one drink there then another in a different pub, then headed back to his place. the sex was amazing (as per usual).

i'm mega in love. damn it why have i fallen so hard?

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15/11/2021

i was meant to go out today but i pretended to be sick. i felt bad about lying but i just didn't have the energy. they had a good time anyway. i like seeing my friends happy.

someone i love is going through a hard time at the moment. i'll call him al. he's trying so hard and i'm so proud of him. even if he does screw things over for himself, he always fixes it. i'll always be there for him.

i'm in love. i thought i'd been in love before but i think this might be the first real time. date night tomorrow. i'm driving. i'm slightly nervous and i don't know why.

work has been tedious but i had a day off today. the autumn colours are so pretty. red (taylor's version) is making me happy at the moment. and strawberry flavoured nicotine. its the small things in life really.

i spoke to my best friend today over facetime. it was refreshing to hear his voice. i texted an apology to an old friend-turned-enemy. no response. to be fair, i don't think i deserve a reply. i treated her like shit.

i've been thinking about my ex a bit too much recently. i don't miss him at all, i just don't want him to be over me yet. do i have main character syndrome?

but its me and al. always and forever. and i'll gladly settle for that. goodnight <3

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[ann4wr1tes]

you.

i’ve never settled for the easy option. 

falling in love with you is simultaneously the best and worst thing i’ve seen happen to me.  the kind gestures. the surprise gifts. the time spent looking into your eyes. i’d do anything to see you happy. 

it’s so wrong, so unconventional. it’s never going to be easy. love like ours is too volatile. the jealousy, the anger. i’m sorry if i lose my temper. please be patient with me. the only thing worse than you leaving would be seeing you with someone else.

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[ann4wr1tes]

no pressure

hey. so. i’ve not written anything for a while. by a while, i mean a few years. i’ve missed it. so i’m back. writing again. and while i don’t intend for anyone to read this, simply spilling my words out into this tiny corner of the internet makes me feel seen. perhaps not looked at or admired. but seen. that’s something that means a lot to me. i’m not trying to be perfect. this is just a safe space for me, my thoughts, my feelings and my creativity. and fuck. i’ve missed it.

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