Forget Your Name (Patreon)

Smut Writing / NSFW warning

Forget Your Name

Hot water seared my naked back, following the curves of my spine. Steam swirled around my ankles, clogged my airways, fogged the window to the left. With the curtains closed, and the doors shut, the humidity provoked my lungs, offering an unpleasant reminder of their limited ability to handle soaked air such as this. But I did not need much time - I simply had to shower and get ready for my day quietly, so my girlfriend might continue to sleep peacefully in the other room.

Maplewood scented the shower, mixing with a hint of vanilla and pine. Soap bubbles rolled down my chest and dripped off my nipples. I scrubbed my skin, washed away the grime of yesterday, relished in the warmth. With a quick rinse, I set aside the bottle of body wash, and turned my attention to my hair.

I lie beneath a moon-lit night, soft moss tickling my back. Trees reached for the stars around us, and animals distantly called. My legs opened. Leora gripped my thighs and thrusted into me.

The image startled me, made my knees shudder. A rush of warmth swallowed my senses, reaching deep and urging a primal arousal. I gripped the wall and hesitated. Leora was in the other room. I didn’t want to wake her. And I didn’t want to test the limit of what my lungs could handle.

I shouldn’t. I should stay on task. I should… I should… I chewed my lip and pulled the curtains quietly aside. There, on the counter, sat the purple dildo. Washed. Cleaned. Ready for me. I glanced at the closed door and listened, for just a moment, to see if I could hear her getting up. Nothing. Nothing - for now. I would need to be quiet. I would need to work this out of my system quick. Then I could focus. Then I could do my daily routine.

I grabbed the dildo and pulled it into the shower with me. Eagerness sent shivers down my spine as I wet it, letting my fingers slip between my legs, letting myself be teased. My mind wandered to that image from before, gripping details as I could, allowing it to unfold fully.

Each breath came short and shallow. We had raced, with her close on my heels. I boasted I could outrun her, which, perhaps, maybe I could on a well-lit night with sure footing. But as it was, my forestry expertise proved to be lacking, and tree roots and fallen branches made me stumble until her hand gripped my shirt and she yanked me to a stop.

“Get on the ground,” she growled. I dropped. She peered at me from where she stood, licking her lips as she considered how best to ravage me. “Good, pet. Lay on your back. Undress yourself.”

I had listened, my chest heaving, my mind abuzz, until I wore nothing. My clothes sat in a pile beside me. The air smelled of me, of my desire. It smelled of earth, and ferns, and pine.

I slipped a finger inside and let my eyes roll. A small moan escaped my lips before I remembered myself and stifled any want to vocalize. My inner walls pressed against my finger, warm and wet. I felt each fold; each soft, throbbing, tender crevice of myself. As I pressed deeper, my body hungered for more. I pushed a second finger past my swollen lips.

From where I lay, I could see the bulge of the strap in her pants. Leora wore little: a pair of dark, thick cargo pants; and a harness wrapped around her bare chest. Her hair fell across her shoulders in a gently waving mane. The stripes that lined her body seeped to reach out from the shadows and draw themselves across her skin. While watching me, she reached down and undid her pants - just enough to reveal the thick purple dildo. She grasped it with one hand.

“Do you want this?” she asked. I nodded. “Say it.”

“I want you,” I managed. I grasped the earth beside me, trying to ground myself, trying to calm my riled body into something more containable.

“Turn over and give me your ass,” she demanded.

I widened my stance to fit a third finger deep inside. I swallowed the moan that threatened to burst from my lips. Slowly, I fell into a consistent rhythm.

I did as I was told. I got on my knees and pressed my forearms into the forest floor. I lifted my butt and kept my legs open. The bottle of lube popped open. A thick coat could be heard being applied to her strap, then, suddenly, her hand curled around my sensitive folds.

I moaned. Loudly.

“Aren’t you going to say please?” Leora murmured, idly playing with my clit. I pushed into her hand.

“Please,” I rasped. “Oh, fuck, please, Leora, I want you to fuck me.”

“Is that so?” Leora purred. I could feel the tip of her dick brush my opening. I whimpered. “But I like seeing you so worked up,” she continued. “I think I might play with you some more.”

“Play with--?”

She thrust into me. Fast, and hard, and deep. One hand gripped my waist, the other pressed against my back, forcing me into the ground.

I pulled my fingers out, panting, and slid the dildo inside. My lungs began to burn.

She filled every inch and reached deep. My walls tightened around her, welcoming her in, thirsty for her to touch the innermost parts of me. I rocked my hips back and forth, settling against her as my fingers curled around a bundle of grass. A pleasant distention swelled my stomach, and I couldn’t help but long for that sensation to last.

“You look so good like this,” Leora growled. “Where’s your phone, kitten? I want you to see how marvelous you look with me inside you.”

“My…?” I blinked, thinking hard over the question. She began to pull out, ever so slowly. “N-no, wait,” I stammered, grasping quickly for my clothes. I yanked the phone out of a pocket and offered it to her. “Don’t go, don’t go.” I put one hand on her leg, pushing back into her.

“Mmm,” Leora purred, her amusement sending cascades of pleasure through my nerves. “Do you want a photo?”

“Mhmm,” I answered quickly. “A-and, um…” I bit my lip, suddenly nervous. She pushed back into me. Once more, my body filled with her, and ecstasy consumed my consciousness for a moment.

“What is it?” she asked, placing a kiss against my back. “What more do you want, slut?”

I whined. “I, ah. A video?”

“You little whore,” Leora hissed, a grin in her voice. Her nails raked my tailbone; filled with hypersensitive, erotic nerve endings, I let out an enraptured moan. “You want to see how it looks when I fuck you? From my perspective?”

“I j-just… How does… how does it feel for you?” I pant.

“It feels amazing,” she said. She rolled back, then jerked forward, pressing against a spot I couldn’t reach with my fingers. “It feels so fucking good to fuck you.” She increased the pace. The hand on my hip tightened its grip. “And you know what I’m going to do to you tonight? Under these stars?”

I couldn’t answer - words did not rest upon my tongue, only pleasured cries. She set the phone down after a moment and yanked me closer.

“I’m going to make you forget your name.”

I howled my desire into the air, gripping the dildo with both hands, shoving it deep, and fast, and as hard as I could manage. I dropped to my knees, then to my back. I rested my heels on the sides of the bathtub and let the hot water drown my chest. The sounds of my wet pussy filled the bathroom, my whimpers and gasps just as loud. An orgasm built at the bottom of my spine and I was close, so close as I pictured her relentlessly pounding into me beneath the moon.

Then the curtains were pulled back and I, startled, found myself at the mercy of my high popping.

I came loud, spilling out against the bathtub floor. I found myself grateful to be in the shower, but that did not keep the embarrassment at bay. My eyes met Leora’s. She wore an entertained smirk.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I - um,” I stammered. I started to pull the dildo out. “I didn’t mean to--”

“Keep that in.” Her voice held a dominant edge. I froze. Each inhale grew shallower than the last.

“I hadn’t meant to wake you - s-sorry, I… got away from myself.”

“I didn’t hear my name,” she said.

“What?”

“In all the audios you send me, you always scream my name. You didn’t this time.”

“I was trying not to make any sounds,” I hurriedly explained. “I was just trying to--”

“I’m going to have to teach you that if you’re masturbating,” she undressed. She climbed into the shower and stood over me. I stared. Her looming above made me feel a swath of arousals. “Then you’re masturbating while crying my name.” She knelt down and put her hand on the base of the dildo. “So we’re going to practice until I think you’ve learned the lesson.”

“P-prac--?”

She guided the dildo with her hand, pulling it out, thrusting it back in. My eyes rolled. She grinned. She fucked me faster, and faster, each movement reaching further, hitting harder. I bounced upwards against the bathtub base, and tried to grip the wall to keep from moving so much. The slickness of every surface refused to assist.

The water soaked her hair and glistened across her muscles. Her eyes rested on my face as the orgasm built once more.

“L-Leora,” I stammered. “Please, I--”

She shifted and pressed a firm hand over my mouth. “What was that?” she cooed. “Were you trying to say something?”

I tried to speak, but found my words muffled. She snickered, terribly pleased with herself. She leaned in.

“I’m not going to stop until you learn your lesson,” she hummed. “So hurry up and say my name, you cute little whore. I was the one you were imagining in here with you, wasn’t I?”

I nodded desperately, but she kept her hand where it lay. The first orgasm racked me, twisting my spine, curling my toes. But even as I came, she managed to keep the dildo moving. The second orgasm offered little sympathy, building faster than the first without the break in between, and popped, taking some of my conscious mind with it. And still, she kept going. A third. A fourth without a break. Each one struck with increased intensity. My mind begged for a breather. Leora didn’t give one.

“You’re so committed to not learning your lesson,” she said, her hand still firmly over my lips. “You must want some extra lessons.”

Extra lessons would surely kill me. My breath struggled to keep pace. I reached for her hand. She dragged the dildo out of me. For a moment, I was empty, and my body complained about the sensation while my brain sought to recover.

Four fingers spread my opening and plunged within me.

I could not stop my hips from rocking, though my mind pleaded for us to stop. I watched through hazy eyes as Leora’s hand dipped in and out of me, as her forearm muscles flexed. Lust won out. And she fucked me again and again, until my shaking hand smacked the tub three times. She lifted her palm off my lips.

“Leora,” I rasped. “Fuck.”

She beamed wickedly. “I think you have one more in you.”

“I…” A blush burned my cheeks. The steam strangled my airways. Would I truly last through another one? I didn’t want to tap out, but my head felt dizzy, swam in a sea of low oxygen. My legs shuddered.

“No,” I murmured. “No, I can’t. I have to… the… struggling to breathe.”

She reached over me so she might steady herself as she leaned down to kiss my forehead. “Good kitten,” she purred. “Knowing your limits.” She turned and shut off the water, then pulled the curtain wide. She opened the window on the wall and stepped out of the tub to open the bathroom doors. Gently, she guided me to my feet and wrapped a towel around my shoulders. She set me onto the bed and lay the blanket over me, before climbing in beside me and pulling me to her chest. She kissed the top of my head as I pressed my face into her collarbone. Her warmth soothed me. The way she let me tuck my head beneath her chin flooded me with the secure, comforting feeling of being safe.

“It’s good of you to tell me no,” she whispered. “Did you learn your lesson, honeylove?”

I smiled at the name. I nodded against her chest as I caught my breath. She ran fingers over my wet hair.

“Good,” she breathed. “Good, Lauren.”

My name. A dizzy, drunken confusion curled through my skull. I had nearly forgotten my name.