Hard, Hot Sex
On the subject of getting all hot and heavy, there’s nothing I like more than hard, rough sex. I’m getting wet right now just thinking about it. To think of all that sweat, and heavy panting, and hot breath fanning all over my body – there’s something very primitive and shattering about it that I can’t quite explain. It’s like my body tunes out everything around me, and there’s only that exquisite pleasure in between my legs, spreading all throughout.
Hard sex doesn’t necessarily mean fast, and it doesn’t necessarily involve getting physically hurt either. There’s a big difference (at least for me) between a quickie, and two people who want sex so bad, they want to get under each other’s skins. That’s how I feel most of the time – I want to be pleasured and give pleasure so bad, I can’t get enough of it. It’s like there’s this keening animal inside my body, waiting to be set free so I can devour my lover. That’s how big my sexual appetite is, how bold.
I’m sharing my thoughts on this in the hopes of letting you, the woman, give in to your innermost sexual desires. There is nothing wrong with wanting it to be rough, nothing wrong at all with wanting to be taken, and taken hard. I, for one, admit that I can be very wanton, and it feels very, very good.
I’m also writing this for the men who hesitate or are worried about how they should treat their lover. Of course, not every woman is the same – but if you know where to touch them, and lick them, and kiss them, then you just might be able to unleash the fire that will make your sex life the best that you’ve ever had.
The days of old, boring sex should be over starting right now. Chuck your inhibitions out the window because frankly, you ARE missing out on a lot of things. Think of all the exciting tricks you can do to each other if you’re open about what you want and how you want it. Think of all the times you can have an orgasm, think of how liberated you’ll feel. Great sex does not necessarily need anything else except for listening to your body, and giving it what it wants.
Now before I sound too much like a sex therapist, I’ll share with you how I am in bed most of the time, and the things I like to be done to my body while having a hot fuck. From here on, things might get a little bit too steamy, but I’m betting it’ll be fun. It’ll be good for you.
Sometimes during sex, I growl. It’s as if screaming and moaning is not enough, and there’s this deep, primal need for me to let my pleasure out. There are different sounds I make when in bed – I moan, I scream, I talk dirty, I purr – and then sometimes I growl, this deep rumbling sound in my chest, because. It. Just. Feels. So. Damn. Good.
My lover starts with kissing me, open-mouthed kisses that only make you want more, more. I suck his tongue hard, burying my fingers in his hair. I kiss him all over his face, lick his ear, let my lips travel to his neck, and then suck his skin. His fingers also buried in my hair, he then kisses me again on the mouth, hard, hot. I can feel his breath on my face, and the way his breath hitches makes my nipples stand on attention.
I like long, open-mouthed kisses. I like kissing, period. I could kiss for hours. I like the taste of someone’s mouth, I like putting my tongue inside and exploring what seems to be an entirely different universe. And when that mouth leaves me, and moves to my neck, my clavicle, my nape – oh how my toes curl. Those three spots are some of my erogenous zones, so I am pushed closer to the edge when my lover’s tongue dips in that small hollow space between my neck and my shoulder; more so when he begins to plant small kisses on my nape.
And then the biting. God. I love it. It’s one of the aspects of rough sex that I enjoy so much. There comes a time when you feel like kissing is not enough, licking is not enough – you want your lover so bad to the point that you want to transcend the body, but can’t, and this frustration bubbles over that you can’t help but just bite, and those teeth just send fissures all over me.
I also like it when my nipples are sucked hard, my breasts filling a man’s hands. I suck my lover’s nipples, too. Men have sensitive nipples, and believe me a woman’s mouth on it is heaven. I suck it, lick it, swirl my tongue over it, and then I bite it. Fuck, I know how hard that makes his cock.
And when we’ve finally removed all of our clothes, we just start grabbing at each other. One time my lover was salivating at the thought of eating my cunt – he started sucking me through my panties. It was hot as hell, I really creamed myself. And then when he removed it, he had me on all fours, my ass up in the air, and he started licking my ass while he stuck his fingers inside my cunt. I was just bent over like that, moaning and digging my fingers onto the carpet (we didn’t make it to the bedroom). He tongue-fucked my ass while finger-fucking my cunt, and all I could think of was sucking that hard cock - so I went for it.
During rough sex there’s no slowing down, there are only tongues, mouths, hands, motions. I sucked my lover’s cock, I licked his balls, I even put a finger up his ass. Before I knew it we were fucking, and I could only throw my head back in abandon.
I’ve been carried, fucked while he was standing up, my legs wrapped around his body, slammed onto the wall, onto the door with the doorknob digging behind my back, thrown into the bed, dragged on my knees – but probably my most favorite position while being fucked hard is when he’s behind my back, fucking me from behind. I wouldn’t lie – I love being fucked in the ass, but we’ll talk about that for another time.
For now let me say that I really love it when he’s behind me, his cock in my ass and his fingers in my cunt. He raises my right leg with his arm, and he fucks me so hard there’s nothing I can do but reach behind me or above my head to hold on to him. Sometimes he sucks my breast while he does this or kisses me hard. Sometimes we do it in front of the mirror, do it at the balcony, do it at the living room with the curtain up – just for that extra kink. And it makes me come hard each time.
It doesn’t matter if my lover is new or if he’s an old fuck buddy. I make sure I get to be fucked like this at least once.
And then afterwards, when we’re both tired out, exhausted to the brink of passing out or just genuinely sated, that’s when we cuddle, when I allow myself to be held, when I snuggle in for an embrace or a sweet kiss. Maybe after a short nap, or after we can breathe properly again – maybe we can have slow, fiery sex. We can take our time this time, draw out that orgasm by the lingering kisses all over my body, by rubbing our skins together, by staring at each other’s eyes.
That’s how I want sex to be like. How about you? We may not have the same tastes, the same fantasies or desires. Maybe to some of you, it’s more important to have a very tender lovemaking, versus raw fucking. And then maybe some of you are like me. It doesn’t matter. The point is: know what you want, and then go for it. And if you want to be a good lover to your partner, you listen to what he or she wants, and then you give it.
Some of the men I’ve been with have told me that they experience satisfaction seeing me erupt into orgasm, more than when they reach the point of coming. At first I thought, oh fuck it, I don’t need any more jerking around when I’ve jerked your cock enough – but then I realize that they may be telling me the truth. I feel deep gratification whenever I see that I’m pleasing my man – when his eyes roll to the back of his head, or when his toes curl, or when he just gets all choked up with the sensation – I know I’m doing good.
It’s a different kind of elevation, to know that you’ve pleased your partner. It’s saying to him or her: I’m paying attention to you and your body, I’m listening for what you like and don’t like - I’m doing all I can to please you, because your pleasure is as important as my pleasure, and I’m giving all I’ve got to be the best damn lover you’ve ever had.
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On the subject of getting all hot and heavy, there’s nothing I like more than hard, rough sex. I’m getting wet right now just thinking about it. To think of all that sweat, and heavy panting, and hot breath fanning all over my body – there’s something very primitive and shattering about it that I can’t quite explain. It’s like my body tunes out everything around me, and there’s only that exquisite pleasure in between my legs, spreading all throughout.
Hard sex doesn’t necessarily mean fast, and it doesn’t necessarily involve getting physically hurt either. There’s a big difference (at least for me) between a quickie, and two people who want sex so bad, they want to get under each other’s skins. That’s how I feel most of the time – I want to be pleasured and give pleasure so bad, I can’t get enough of it. It’s like there’s this keening animal inside my body, waiting to be set free so I can devour my lover. That’s how big my sexual appetite is, how bold.
I’m sharing my thoughts on this in the hopes of letting you, the woman, give in to your innermost sexual desires. There is nothing wrong with wanting it to be rough, nothing wrong at all with wanting to be taken, and taken hard. I, for one, admit that I can be very wanton, and it feels very, very good.
I’m also writing this for the men who hesitate or are worried about how they should treat their lover. Of course, not every woman is the same – but if you know where to touch them, and lick them, and kiss them, then you just might be able to unleash the fire that will make your sex life the best that you’ve ever had.
The days of old, boring sex should be over starting right now. Chuck your inhibitions out the window because frankly, you ARE missing out on a lot of things. Think of all the exciting tricks you can do to each other if you’re open about what you want and how you want it. Think of all the times you can have an orgasm, think of how liberated you’ll feel. Great sex does not necessarily need anything else except for listening to your body, and giving it what it wants.
Now before I sound too much like a sex therapist, I’ll share with you how I am in bed most of the time, and the things I like to be done to my body while having a hot fuck. From here on, things might get a little bit too steamy, but I’m betting it’ll be fun. It’ll be good for you.
Sometimes during sex, I growl. It’s as if screaming and moaning is not enough, and there’s this deep, primal need for me to let my pleasure out. There are different sounds I make when in bed – I moan, I scream, I talk dirty, I purr – and then sometimes I growl, this deep rumbling sound in my chest, because. It. Just. Feels. So. Damn. Good.
My lover starts with kissing me, open-mouthed kisses that only make you want more, more. I suck his tongue hard, burying my fingers in his hair. I kiss him all over his face, lick his ear, let my lips travel to his neck, and then suck his skin. His fingers also buried in my hair, he then kisses me again on the mouth, hard, hot. I can feel his breath on my face, and the way his breath hitches makes my nipples stand on attention.
I like long, open-mouthed kisses. I like kissing, period. I could kiss for hours. I like the taste of someone’s mouth, I like putting my tongue inside and exploring what seems to be an entirely different universe. And when that mouth leaves me, and moves to my neck, my clavicle, my nape – oh how my toes curl. Those three spots are some of my erogenous zones, so I am pushed closer to the edge when my lover’s tongue dips in that small hollow space between my neck and my shoulder; more so when he begins to plant small kisses on my nape.
And then the biting. God. I love it. It’s one of the aspects of rough sex that I enjoy so much. There comes a time when you feel like kissing is not enough, licking is not enough – you want your lover so bad to the point that you want to transcend the body, but can’t, and this frustration bubbles over that you can’t help but just bite, and those teeth just send fissures all over me.
I also like it when my nipples are sucked hard, my breasts filling a man’s hands. I suck my lover’s nipples, too. Men have sensitive nipples, and believe me a woman’s mouth on it is heaven. I suck it, lick it, swirl my tongue over it, and then I bite it. Fuck, I know how hard that makes his cock.
And when we’ve finally removed all of our clothes, we just start grabbing at each other. One time my lover was salivating at the thought of eating my cunt – he started sucking me through my panties. It was hot as hell, I really creamed myself. And then when he removed it, he had me on all fours, my ass up in the air, and he started licking my ass while he stuck his fingers inside my cunt. I was just bent over like that, moaning and digging my fingers onto the carpet (we didn’t make it to the bedroom). He tongue-fucked my ass while finger-fucking my cunt, and all I could think of was sucking that hard cock - so I went for it.
During rough sex there’s no slowing down, there are only tongues, mouths, hands, motions. I sucked my lover’s cock, I licked his balls, I even put a finger up his ass. Before I knew it we were fucking, and I could only throw my head back in abandon.
I’ve been carried, fucked while he was standing up, my legs wrapped around his body, slammed onto the wall, onto the door with the doorknob digging behind my back, thrown into the bed, dragged on my knees – but probably my most favorite position while being fucked hard is when he’s behind my back, fucking me from behind. I wouldn’t lie – I love being fucked in the ass, but we’ll talk about that for another time.
For now let me say that I really love it when he’s behind me, his cock in my ass and his fingers in my cunt. He raises my right leg with his arm, and he fucks me so hard there’s nothing I can do but reach behind me or above my head to hold on to him. Sometimes he sucks my breast while he does this or kisses me hard. Sometimes we do it in front of the mirror, do it at the balcony, do it at the living room with the curtain up – just for that extra kink. And it makes me come hard each time.
It doesn’t matter if my lover is new or if he’s an old fuck buddy. I make sure I get to be fucked like this at least once.
And then afterwards, when we’re both tired out, exhausted to the brink of passing out or just genuinely sated, that’s when we cuddle, when I allow myself to be held, when I snuggle in for an embrace or a sweet kiss. Maybe after a short nap, or after we can breathe properly again – maybe we can have slow, fiery sex. We can take our time this time, draw out that orgasm by the lingering kisses all over my body, by rubbing our skins together, by staring at each other’s eyes.
That’s how I want sex to be like. How about you? We may not have the same tastes, the same fantasies or desires. Maybe to some of you, it’s more important to have a very tender lovemaking, versus raw fucking. And then maybe some of you are like me. It doesn’t matter. The point is: know what you want, and then go for it. And if you want to be a good lover to your partner, you listen to what he or she wants, and then you give it.
Some of the men I’ve been with have told me that they experience satisfaction seeing me erupt into orgasm, more than when they reach the point of coming. At first I thought, oh fuck it, I don’t need any more jerking around when I’ve jerked your cock enough – but then I realize that they may be telling me the truth. I feel deep gratification whenever I see that I’m pleasing my man – when his eyes roll to the back of his head, or when his toes curl, or when he just gets all choked up with the sensation – I know I’m doing good.
It’s a different kind of elevation, to know that you’ve pleased your partner. It’s saying to him or her: I’m paying attention to you and your body, I’m listening for what you like and don’t like - I’m doing all I can to please you, because your pleasure is as important as my pleasure, and I’m giving all I’ve got to be the best damn lover you’ve ever had.
nessie@www.indybay.org please repost as you wish