We spend the day apart, me at the office and she at home working remotely. She's busier than I am however, a seemingly interminable parade of video calls and meetings that presumably could have been emails.

We amuse ourselves by staying in contact as we always do. But today I started the day browsing the filthy, fun side of reddit and I have ideas.

"Write FUCKTOY across your mound" I tell her.

I wait patiently while she finds a suitable pen, then my jaw drops as the picture arrives. Exactly as specified, her marked cunt appears on my screen with her wand pressed into the soft flesh.

"Good girl" I respond, "I like your cunt on display."

"I like being your fucktoy" comes her instant response.

Another meeting, and when she finishes I instruct again, "GREEDY and WHORE on your tits"

Moments later her tits are on my screen, pale green lace pulled down to expose them ,neatly marked with letters curving around her dark pink areolas and nipples hard and darker still.

This picture hits me deep, and I have an overwhelming need to fuck her. To rip the rest of her clothes off and let loose the primal energy that's building within me.

"C U M S L U T vertically between your tits"

Again the picture comes back in what seems like seconds.

Meetings pass, and the writing on her body increases. ASSLICKER across her tummy. COCKSLEEVE on her inner thigh, and I <3 RIMMING on the other.

As the ink builds up, so does the animal lust in me. Each new picture of her marked with my words inspires new visions of may fingers gripping into her soft skin, of my hands pulling roughly at her clothes, of my cock pushing hard into her hot, welcoming holes.

Finally I'm done with work, and I rush to the car with a red mist of aching lust at the edges of my vision. I take a deep breath before driving away, reminding myself to save the rage and energy for her. She needs it as much as I need to let it loose.

Home, and I walk in with my heart pounding. She's in the kitchen, making something that smells deliciously garlicky, dressed like everything is normal. I'm almost distracted by the food, but she turns and the hint of a smirk on her lips flips me back the other way. I reach past her and turn off the cooker with on hand as the other slides up to grip the side of her head.

I shove my tongue in her mouth, and she pushes hers right back. I drag my mouth across her cheek, growling in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never felt before," and she moans out loud.

My hands slide under her sensible sweater, pulling it up and over her head, then find the button of her jeans, tugging them down around her knees. I slip my hand between her thighs, pushing hard on her cunt, while I pull at the buttons of her blouse. Two or three are enough, then that's going over her head too.

I bend my head down to bite her nipple through the green lace, and notice no CUMSLUT on her chest. I pull the bra down and her tits spring out, unmarked yet the nipples like hard round pebbles. Her smirk gets bigger, defiant.

"What the fuck?" I manage, confused.

Somehow calm, she replies with a grin, "If you want to see those words on me, you write them on yourself," and she pulls her jeans off, leaving them in a puddle on the kitchen floor.

I watch with my jaw on the floor as she walks out of the kitchen towards the living room, her green lace knickers almost as dishevelled as the matching bra but somehow exuding confidence and poise.

I seethe with frustration, this isn't going the way I planned. Does it ever, when she plays me so well? Fuuckkkk.

I follow, and she's ready for me on the sofa. We fall together, unstoppable and somehow my clothes are off and discarded in seconds. I'm on top of her, between her legs and sliding in to her sopping wet cunt. The thought that she's been enjoying this as much as I have flashes through my head before my consciousness switches off. I'm an animal now, and I need to let it all out.

Soon I'm soaked in sweat, and her legs slide easily up and down my hips as I fuck her. There's no other word that does this justice. This is FUCKING, raw and primal and unmistakable.

I need a change of angle, I need to feel more powerful, so I pull back and roll her over. She looks back over her shoulder, and I recognise the same lust in her. I thrust back in, and reach forward to grip her jaw with one hand as the other grips her hair. Now I have her in my power, and now I can finally give her everything.

I pound her cunt deep and hard, and I growl again in her ear.

"FUCKTOY"

"GREEDY WHORE"

"CUMSLUT"

Each one gets a moan or squeak or a flash of tension in her body.

"ASSLICKER"

"COCKSLEEVE"

With each word I grow harder, and fuck her deeper. Finally, it starts to rip through me and erupts out of me into her lava hot pussy. Each spurt of cum draining my energy, filling her with my power until I collapse onto her back, drained and soaked in sweat.

Eventually the red mist clears enough for me to be back in the room, and I lick my way up her spine as I take my weight off her body.

She turns and looks at me over her shoulder, a strand of her plastered across her face, but her eyes shining. "Good boy," she grins, and we kiss through the laughter.