Sometimes, I just need to be fucked

Sometimes, I just need to be well and thoroughly fucked.

Sometimes, I need to be fucked so hard I don’t know where I end and he begins, bodies stiff and jerking as we lose ourselves to our baser, primal instincts. Sometimes, we just need to fuck each other senseless.

Like recently, when a joke turned to a playful tickle. A playful tickle turned into a kiss. Then a kiss turned into something much, much more. He’s been so stressed with work it’s understandable how he’s been just too tired to even consider sex, though we’re both in the mood for it most of the time.

It wasn’t until we were naked and going at it like rabbits when I realised just how much I’d missed this, and how much I missed him.

It hasn’t been long since we were last together like this, since we made love. But in stress fuelled days and weeks it feels like much longer. And this time, we don’t want want the soft embraces and tender smooches. We want it raw, rough, teeth on skin, desperate kissing. So fraught with passion that I’m wonderfully sore for hours or days after.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, revelling in the fast, needing thrusts. I ride him so hard the mattress rocks with us.

Fuck me, babygirl.” he says. He knows how much I love being called babygirl from my years of listening to hip-hop and R&B music where that’s the go-to term of endearment. I shiver delightfully.

He knows full well what that does to me and he doesn’t have to tell me twice. I bounce and grind on his cock, and his pleasure is music to my ears. He wants me to completely let go and not care who can hear.

Scream.” he tells me. I let this red-hot wave move up my pussy to ny mouth, letting him hear every bit of the pleasure he gives me, as he fucks me so hard I come right there and then. We move and grind and thrust and moan until we’re slack and sweaty, yet still aching for more. We’re not done until we’re well and truly satisfied to the point of exhaustion.

I love how he clings tighter to me as he comes with me underneath him. I love how we lay entangled in each other’s arms, in silent afterglow while our breath steadies. I love how we laugh together about how the God-knows-how-long of fuck-me-until-I-can’t-remember-my-own-name came out of nowhere. How it went 0-100 in a split second.

Sometimes, I just need to be well and thoroughly fucked. And with him I love every second of it.

Masturbation Monday

 

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*Picture – Pinterest

13 thoughts on “Sometimes, I just need to be fucked

  1. I.LOVE.THIS!!! And, I can so identify with the needing to be truly and thoroughly fucked hard. Making love is what I crave most of the time, but sometimes I just want to be fucked so hard that the rest of the world just fades away. Great post, MissViolet!

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    1. Thank you Nora! ❤ Same, I crave some good lovemaking most of the time but sometimes we just need to (in the wise words of the Bloodhound Gang) just do like they do on the Discovery Channel lol Hope you're well! ❤ x

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