I need to write about this. It’s been on my mind ever since the first time it happened and I just feel the need to say something about it. I’ve never really been one to write about sex, but I feel more comfortable talking about it here. There’s a first time for everything.
I’ve never enjoyed sex. I’ve always enjoyed the idea of it, but not the actual thing. I thought of myself as grey-a until I met my boyfriend. And he happens to blow my fucking mind.
I never expected myself to ever have intense sexual attraction. It’s just never happened to me. I was passionate in everything I do besides sex, which is where I should be the most passionate. But, oh my God, he is just so good at what he does.
How someone can make me feel like a whore and a princess at the same time, I’ve no idea. My sex life is mind-blowing. It’s dirty, messy, and rough; he knows how to please me the way I want to be pleased without me even saying a word about it. It’s like he looks at me and just knows what I want.
And I want him. Only him. I want his hands gripping at my hips, and I want them searching my body desperately, applying such little pressure as they run up and down my body, so teasingly, so tantalizingly.
His little compliments make everything so much more intense. “Look at that hourglass figure,” he’d say as I giggle and kiss him deeply, sitting down in his lap, moaning into his mouth as I slide him inside of me. The feeling of him filling me up is extraordinary.
I love looking into his eyes as he’s pounding me. The way he has this little smirk on his face, like he knows that he has me under his control. And of course he does. I’m his little slut after all. I’d do anything he wanted me to at his command.
Even earlier today, he jokingly told me to suck his dick. You know, as he was saying that he was kidding, I already had my mouth all over him. It’s like I need it. My body aches for it. I love having my spit drip down onto my chin, watching it string from the head of his dick to my lips. Looking up at him with such a messy face, my eyes full of passion perfectly matched with an innocent smile.
His voice. When he talks dirty to me, I gain so much confidence that I can’t properly contain myself. My pussy trembles every time he speaks while he’s playing with me. And oh, do I love talking dirty back to him. Telling him that I belong to him, because I do. That I’m his little slut, because I am.
And my favorite part is when he cums. Whether it be the feeling of him filling me up with his cum, the feeling of it hit my tongue and slowly go down my throat, or watching him cum on himself (but of course I always lick it up for him afterwards), I love it. I love all of it. I am seriously addicted to it. And I have no shame.
The sweet and loving yet rough and dirty sex is what keeps my negative emotions at bay. I love it when he fucks me like he owns me. Like he hates me. It is by far my favorite thing to do. He’s made me his cum slut and he is my master. And I couldn’t be happier.