And How You Ache to Be Sore
“I can’t even get up,” she said.
“My vagina is fucking worked.”
These are the words I hear, gasping out of you as you lay there, sprawled across the white linens, your body just having been rocked to the core from the passionate fuckfest that just crushed you.
‘Sore’ is the best word I can find for what your next week looks like.
Yes, My Love. Yes, indeed, your pussy has been “worked”.
Sorry Kitten, but I need you to remember me for the next week every single time you take a step. Each time your sexy leg moves forward past your other one, and that soft olive skin that bruises so easily, I need for you to feel me in each stride. To remember me, as you do something so simple as walk.
Every time you go to the bathroom, you will feel me, remember me, and remember what I did to your body. You’ll try and recall as many orgasms as you can remember, then give up because you lost track, and then finally just well up with lust for the out of body experience that is our passion.
Every single time you stand up, the ache you feel will be my signature.
My masculinity having taken your body and made it mine — you now knowing intimately, what it feels like to be royally fucked by a man. The ache I left behind, sending you little messages to never take your mind off of what I did to you.
As I pinned you down with my strength and weight, then shoved my fingers deep inside you, stretching you to the brink, punching back to your cervix. You remember my aggression when you squirted. Even during the moment, I knew right then that your pussy would beat like a drum an hour later.
I know — that you’ll get wet weeks from now when you revisit this memory.
I know — that you as you sit there trying to get things done on your laptop, you are pressing your legs together, feeling the saturation, feeling the shudder, and giggling inside because I know you so well. All as you are dying inside for the next time I make you sore again.
You know — I need for you to have a sex hangover.
To me, it is a must.
I just want it to last your lifetime.
Also published on Medium.