Next time we fuck, make it brutal. Make it vigorous and deep and angry and quick. Make it far too quick for it to only happen once. Make it worth all this time that I’ve waited: make it count.
The last time we fucked was before the flu. Before that stomach bug that caught first you, then me. Before the next bout of flu that laid you up for two days, the one that I’ve got now and it seems like I’ll have forever.
So next time we fuck, we’ve a lot of catching up to do. Don’t talk to me or kiss me or hold me: we’ve been doing that all along and if pressed I’ll say that it probably wasn’t helpful for the whole ‘not giving each other diseases’ thing. So don’t kiss me or stroke me or lap gently at my clit like you’re trying to make me come: fuck me roughly.
Next time we fuck, call me ‘bitch’. Spread my legs roughly and crush me into the shape that allows you to plough me nice and deep. Let every single inch of my cunt be filled with a cock that hasn’t felt this in far too long.
When you slide it in, let loose the groan of satisfaction that’s been building for the last two weeks. The one you save for special occasions. The one that means ‘that’s exactly what I needed.’
I’ll do the same: let out a raw-throated groan of pleasure at the satisfaction of being filled.
Next time we fuck, make it swift and impulsive: maybe you could pin me against the wall in the hallway, and yank down my jeans and knickers so carelessly that something rips. Pull up my top so you can grip my tits in your cold, cold hands while we’re fucking. Shove me harder, so that when my nipples brush the wall I yelp at the shock of it, and my cunt twitches around your cock as you shove it deep inside me.
Put your fingers in my mouth until I choke, because you want to feel that twitch again. Do it over and over until you come, pouring shot after shot of your pent-up frustration deep into the pit of my stomach.
Next time we fuck, make it brutal and quick and rough and intense – like a cold-water shower or a 6 am wake-up call or a really vicious whipping.
It might hurt, because it’s been a while. I might bruise, because it’s been a while. But I need to bruise and hurt and ache because for so long I’ve felt nothing.
I have been dead from the waist down for far too long.
And I want you to fuck me awake.
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You are not the only one, sister. I’m sick now, and my spouse was sick all last week, and the week before that we both had a short bug of something and our schedules have been fucking absurd, not just at work and yoga and stuff; but because we’ve been having renovations in the house (and I hate not being able to walk around naked in my own house), and new furniture deliveries and I’m really really tired of it just like I’m tired of this run-on sentence.
I told my wife yesterday that I needed a good and severe flogging/caning and/or some really good pegging with one of our larger dildos (like the XXXcaliber or the Rex) and she just raised her eyes at me and called me “perv”.
And so this morning I get to point at your request for “a really vicious whipping” and point out that see, I’m not alone.
Hugs.
Oh no I’m so sorry – that sucks =( Hope you both feel better soon, and you get the vicious whipping of your dreams! <3
Excellent writing. Completely relate to this.
Hot. And a very piercing last line! That kind of fucking can be so damned necessary and so damned satisfying…as you lay there after, panting and devilishly used. This is a beautiful request.
Thank you! <3
You are really BAD you know? This is one if not the best one since I came on board!
Haha, damn – it’s always the ones that I wrote in about 10 mins that seem to be people’s favourites. Glad you liked it! =)
I have noticed over the years that the time spent in creation sometimes has no relationship to excellence. I used to sort of piss me off, but then I just accepted it as a law of nature! I felt much better!
God dam hot. Not sure how I’m gonna sleep after reading that. Fans self with erotic fiction ….
=) Thank you!
my moto “fuck like you mean it”