Stilettos

This morning, I don’t know what I did, but you were so angry with me! You ripped the covers off the bed, instantly the cool air waking me and revealing that I was only dressed in my black lace boy-short panties. You sent me immediately to the closet to get my black stilettos you love so much. Then you pulled me by my long brown hair back to the bed and threw me down, face first. “Bend over, I want to watch”. I knew what that meant, as I spread my legs in my black platform stilettos, and bent all the way over, face to the bed. I reached down where you could see and began to pleasure myself. I thought this would please you, but you only seemed to get more and more angry. You were mad at me about something, and the fact that you wanted me and my body so badly, just made you more angry. You pressed yourself against me, I felt you poke my butt. You didn’t even bother sliding the lace down, instead you ripped them, it seemed with ease. Unprepared and unwilling, you took me in my rosebud with a fist full of my long hair.