Ever had rough sex? If you are reading this blog, I assume the answer is either “Yes”, “Yes, Please”, or “Yes, for the love of God, please please please”.
I think somewhere nested deep in this blog I alluded to not always fucking rough, each and every time. Truth is, I can’t recall the last non-rough, non-passionate fuck session I had.
Why? What’s the purpose? I want passion. I want my hands yanking her hair and I want to unravel my week inside her with a fury unrelenting.
Soft kisses and vanilla penetration? Fuck off. She gets to see me unhinged dying to give her the best this man can fucking muster, each and every time.
100%, all-hands-on-deck, don’t-fuck-with-me, I’m-gonna-steamroll-you, hands-around-your-neck-when-they-are-not-making-you-squirm, get-the-fuck-outta-my-way cause I’m gonna fuck your brains out tonight kinda Passion. Capital P.
Showtime After Hours Skin-A-Max Late-Night-Cable-TV-type soft core shit can go fuck itself.
I’m hitting the gas, so tighten your seatbelt missy, cause I got one speed and it’s the one that makes you have to put the sheets back on the bed when we are done.