I want to be fucked.

I want to be fucked. Really, well, and energetically fucked. Mutual pleasure, and gettting what I want, and that being what the other person wants. Why is that so fucking hard to find? Oh wait, I’m lazy. I guess I can’t really get worked up about not getting worked over when I don’t take any action to get it, eh?

But fucked, yeah. Vigorously, and oh, just like that and don’t stop and do it a little harder.. And don’t come. You want to come though don’t you? And I squeeze you from the inside just to watch the hitch in your breath and the electric-shock look on your face. And the desperation, the conflicting desires.. he wants to come, he needs it, but I’m not ready yet, and I want it harder and faster and just exactly the way that’s going to bring him over the edge…

 

hotness - courtesy of Bitchy Jones

“I’m not stopping him from coming for his benefit but for mine. Only mine. My desire to see him suffer. To see his face twist as he fucks me, trying to keep his strokes hard and regular enough that I scream and screw up the sheets in my fists, without tipping himself over the edge.”