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Who knew I had it in me?
Who knew I had it in me?
I have to admit, I never thought I did. I always figured that I was the middle of the road type guy who liked things to be on par with the rest of the world. But now I'm certainly beginning to rethink that.
What the hell am I talking about? Rough sex. Not the S&M stuff you find on ALT.com, but more along the lines of the "Who's your daddy?" grudge fuck- and I love it. Not always, mind you. But with the right person the results can be amazing.
I think it's a power thing, but not in the traditional sense. It's more about the pleasure that I can give to a woman by being in charge that makes it enjoyable to me, not me getting off on bossing her around. I'm talking about the look that a woman gives you as she staggers to the bathroom; legs shaking, drenched in sweat and sexual juices, and heart racing like a jack-rabbit. That turn, looking at me sprawled out on the bed after I just fucked her seven ways from Sunday wondering, "How the hell did that happen?!?!??!?!?"
It wasn't until recently that I found this out about myself. Amazing sex is never the same with two different people simply because it is all dependent on the dynamic between those two people. I can go all night with some girls and it's due to the fact that they want to go all night. If that desire to be fucked wasn't there then my turn around time wouldn't be so quick. For others, one time will do- it had just better be a ball-draining good time!!! Those are the one's that disappoint me the most, just because I'm having so much fun I want to do it again.
Do you know what I'm talking about? I asked a girl the other day (well, the other day months ago, but whatever) if she wanted to be "grudge fucked" and she didn't know what I meant. Earlier that week I had gotten mad at her b/c of something that she said, and now that we had worked things out and doing the whole make-up sex I mentioned that I wanted to grudge fuck her. Nothing crazy, but just a good rough(er) ride to let her know who's in charge and where she gets her orgasms from. I used to do the same thing with my ex when she'd start a fight over something stupid and she loved it. After a while I even thought that she was starting shit just to be fucked. She always liked having her hair pulled and her ass smacked, but I'd take it to the next level- pinning her down, biting her nipples harder than normal, hands around the throat and legs pinned over her head. Those were the times that the orgasms piled on top of one another trying to escape. Damn good times.
Do you get what I'm saying? Is it making sense? It's all about her enjoyment that brings me mine. Feeling the juices run down my balls and watching her squirm with excitement makes my dick swell. And it carries on outside the bedroom. I'll leave you with one of my favorite stories:
YEARS ago I was having sex with a girl that was older than me and what I would have considered out of my league. We would fuck all night and I'd cum 4 and 5 times. Records were set, let's just leave it at that. Anyway, one night we were out playing pool at Jillian's. She was wearing these tight ass leather pants that was driving these two guys at another table crazy. They were blatantly staring at her while she'd take a shot and I could tell one was working up the nerve to come over and talk to her. I was keeping my eye on them, ready to protect what was mine, but playing it cool. It was then that I realized that she had seen them too and knew what she was doing. As I set my beer down and lined up my shot she walked over to me, leaned in and kissed me gently but passionately at the nape of my neck. It was perfect. Without saying a word she showed the two guys at the other table that she belonged to me and was quite happy where she was. To this day I will never forget the look on that guys' face, the way I felt, or the good time I gave her that night!!
6/25/2006 12:20 pm
THAT's what I'm talkin about!!!!|
6/29/2006 1:23 pm
your return has got some new attitude behind it ...
I like it!