It might have been the alcohol, but she barely flinched when I slipped the thumb in.  I had gone past that point where I gave a fuck if my roommate walked to the bathroom to piss and caught sight of me roughly shoving my fist in Doll’s cunt.  There was the soft strain of her muscles against my knuckles as I leaned into her, my shoulders knotting like twisted sheets, and my hand slowly working a few millimeters further.  She whimpered, bit her lip lightly and gave me a look that said it all:

Do whatever you want to me.

This is why I love her:  fist-deep in her pussy, the pain obvious on her face, I know I could shove it in to the wrist and she wouldn’t budge until I was done with her.  That’s a love that goes beyond simple words into actions.  Into the realm of the palpable and the flesh…the selfless hedonistic give and take.