Rough s*x is so good. Let's just start there. Instead of having a beer and wings after a long week, you just need a good pounding. Well, at least I do. I'm speaking from experience here people! Let's get started with the topic
I've been married now for what feels like a lifetime but really, it hasn't been that long at all. I decided that we would never let s*x get boring. It will never just be the usual hit it and quit it method. Sometimes, we both just need some rough s*x to sweat off the day. Recently, my husband came to me and said he wanted to make love. He wanted slow passionate s*x with kissing and foreplay. Mentally, I was like, no! I want it rough. Throw me around! Tie me up. Choke me, slap me daddy! Give it to me rough and hard! Verbally, I agreed that on that night, he would be allowed to make love to his wife. Sadly, I didn't enjoy s*x that night. I made up in my mind that I wanted to be used and abused.
I never talked to him about it. It was his wish to have slow s*x so as his wife, I provided. But let me tell you all what I really wanted. I was having a really hard week. Work was a nightmare, my blogging was just slow and I couldn't find anything to do with my photography. So at that moment, I just needed to be used by my husband. I wanted to be treated like a hooker in a hotel room. Just fu*k me and leave the money on the nightstand.
I stated before I wanted to be choked. I wanted to have a reason to put concealer on my neck before taking the kids to school the next morning. I downright wanted to be in tears from how good the pounding would be. You know how the porn stars squ!rt and there is a whole category over it, I wanted to do that. The need for wet bed sheets was there. The need for the neighbors to wonder if I was being murdered or just really good d!ck was there. The need to walk with a limp in the morning was there. The desire to have to get my life together in the shower was there
The next night after my husband got his slow s*x, he went out with the boys and the kids had sleepovers with friends in the neighborhood. I had some alone time with me and my little friend. Yup! That's right! A dildo. Double sided fun for at least a few moments. I needed to get that release.
Those 30 minutes alone were great. I showered before my husband left so I was already walking around in just a towel with my hair wrapped. A glass of wine and some grapes to start to calm down from the week. I laid in bed and turned on my smooth jazz. Started to scroll through my social media like I normally would and something clicked. I knew that it was the right time for me to get just what I was searching for. As I rolled over and grabbed one of my favorites from my collection, I also lubed it up really good. I wanted it to glide in and out of me like butter. And it did just that. I was already naturally moist so it didn't need much. I exploded and it was hard. My fingers were sticky and covered in my own juices. Just to be even freakier in that moment, I licked my own from my hands to see how sweet I was. I sucked the dildo clean and then decided to go for one more round before the hubby was walking through the door
I went at it again. I also have one that has a suction cup on it so I pushed it up against the wall in the bedroom. Grinding so hard that my *ss bounced off the wall. That night, I got the rough s*x from two toys and I will do it again as a treat to myself. I worked for my own release and it was amazing.
By Clint Bling