Sincerely, Ana
To say the least, Ethan was a complicated and confused man. All his life, he’d tiptoed around friends, not knowing if they truly liked him, not even knowing if his father actually loved him, or if his mother ever had. Maybe his parents had been happy once, but when Ethan came into the world, that was shattered. When he’d told Ana he’d given up on happiness, that was partly true, although it was also true that he felt with her. Feelings and emotions raged through him, and when that happened, Ethan simply felt the need to run away or push them down.
As Ana pressed her lips against his back over and over, emotion welled in chest. He did not want to cry or do anything of the sort, but he was so touched that Ana actually cared for him. And a part of him new that it was real, which scared him as well. He nodded, his throat too full of emotion to answer her thanks.
His face turned to hers, her thumb brushing across his lower lip. Mesmerized by her face, Ethan closed the gap between their lips, his tongue gliding across her bottom lip. A low moan escaped his lips as their tongues touched; a jolt of lightning ran down his spine. It was always like this—one touch from Ana and he needed her like he’d never needed anyone else in his life. “Ana,” he murmured against her lips. His eyes darkened with desire for her, though he hadn’t wanted their night to go this way. Only if she wanted him would he continue.
“Master,” Ana murmured softly, continuing to brush her full lips against his. Her breathing became heavier as it was coated in lust from having Ethan’s warm tongue caressing hers. Anastasia gazed into her master’s darkened emerald irises and felt herself becoming consumed by him. There were still complicated emotions and issues that surrounded them, however, Ana had no desire to address any of them at the moment. She wanted to show the man in her arms how much she truly cared for him—in spite of all of the anger and frustration that he caused her to feel on a daily basis. It was strange for her to realize that no matter how difficult it was for her to deal with him and to know that her freedom was in his grasp, Ethan had somehow made her grow and become stronger as a person. Stealing more kisses from his addictive lips, Ana was beginning to become more and more seduced by the connection of their lips.
For a short moment, she pulled away, breathing heavily as she bit down gently on the flesh of his neck. Fingertips caressed his chest and moved lower down the crevices of his abdomen before stopping right above his groin. “I want you, Ethan,” she whispered and kissed the side of his mouth. She moved her hands lower until she felt his manhood touching the tip of her fingers. One hand wrapped around the head of his member as the other lightly scratched Ethan’s groin. Every part of Ana’s body screamed to have him ravish her. “I need you…Now. Please, Ethan? Please?” Her full lips continued to shower him with affection while her thumb brushed the tip of cock, hoping to ignite some lustful response from him.
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(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: … … … . . no.
Text: CALL ME AN OOMPALOOPMA AGAIN AND I’LL SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT.
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: Hahahaha. Oh. If I’m a munchkin, you’re an oompaloompa. Or however the fuck you spell it.
Text: SUCK. MY. NONEXISTENT. COCK.
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: You wish that you were expecting a child? A MUNCHKIN?!
Text: WHAT?! NO! I wish that I was no longer a slave and living life how I wanted to. Yes, a munchkin! You’re a short man.
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: Alright, little one. Hm. That sucks. I was allowed to do some stuff as a slave. I guess I got pretty lucky.. Yeah, she’s pregnant. I.. I dunno. I just haven’t seen you around so.. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. You’re.. a dork. I’m 6 ft.
Text: Stop calling me little one, you gaping asshole. Speaking of assholes, is yours still bleached? I can do some stuff…As long as it involves pleasing the master. Ugh. I wish that I was in your position. Maybe I care for him…A little bit. I don’t know. It’s complicated. Really? Six feet? You looked like a munchkin to me.
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: You want fries too, right? Mm.. You’re my closest friend too. I kind of wish we could hang out more. You’re like the annoying little sister I’ve never had. Hahaha. Me and my girlfriend.. things are alright. I dunno if it’s in the tabloids yet, but she’s pregnant.. You know. I used to think that the stories about masters and slaves having feelings for one another were stupid or made up. But.. I know that it’s possible, Ana. It’s not nice to judge, you know, Gremlin. X) Five two, huh? Do you want a cookie? Hahahaha.
Text: Of course I want fries! What kind of silly question is that? I’d also like a strawberry shake, please. I wish that we could hang out more too. But being a slave keeps me from having a life. -__- Wooooooow. How sweet of you. Jerk. Wait! SHE’S PREGNANT?! YOU’RE GOING TO BE A FATHER?! WHY HAVEN’T YOU TOLD ME?! Are you saying that there’s a possibility for me to have feelings for Ethan? I’m not judging. I’m just stating the truth. My master likes to bed dirty whores. With the exclusion of me, of course. SHUT UP. How tall are you? Five nine? You’re pretty short too. Teheee.
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: What the hell is a gaping asshole? I’ve never heard of it.. I know.. and thanks for that. It’s been pretty rough lately. Oh.. well.. Are you jealous? Is that why you’re upset and calling them whores? But.. you really are short. What are you? 4 ft? Hahahaha
Text: Look in the mirror and you’ll see. Hahaha. There’s no need to thank me. You’re my closest friend here. I’m sorry that it’s been rough. Are things good with you and your girlfriend? I…I’m not jealous…I don’t think I am. Maybe. I’m only calling them whores because they ARE whores! Excuse you! I am FIVE TWO!
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: Alright. I got you. You’re such an asshole. HAhahaha. Mm. I don’t feel like bothering you with my stuff. It’s alright, Ana Banana. I know I can.. But I shouldn’t. Hm. Irritated with who? Tsk. Lieeees. I bet you do drugs all the time.. Don’t some drugs stunt growth?? IS THAT WHY YOU’RE SO SHORT?
Text: I’m the most beautiful asshole on the planet. How is your asshole by the way? Still gaping, is it? HAHAH. If you insist, Chewy. But if you’re ready to talk, let me know. I’m only a text away. You know who…The master…His favorite whores…I do NOT do drugs! HOW DARE YOU?! I’M NOT EVEN SHORT! YOU’RE JUST REALLY TALL. :’(
(Source: enslaved-anagrey)
Text: Duuude. Sure. I can bring you food. I just got back from the zoo though.. So if I stink— don’t say it’s my natural scent.. HA HA. FINE. What do you want? Hiding from everything. :) Why are you aggravated, Stinker? Are you on drugs, mate?
Text: I would very much love a nice juicy burger please! I’m starving for something that will satisfy my hunger. Hahah. Don’t worry, I won’t tell you that you constantly smell like a cow. Hiding from ‘everything’…That’s very vague. What’s going on? You know that you can talk to me. Because I’m so irritated with..a person and myself. Drugs?! Of course not! Please! You know that I’m a healthy girl!
