The type of things i'm into would make any young lady blush. For me, sex has to be hard and rough. If you don't fuck like that then to me, you just aren't doing it right!
I like to be man-handled and thrown around, my hair pulled on and spanked.
Its not about being abused though, its about going to the very edge between pleasure and pain and walking that tight rope. Its about seeing how far you can go before it becomes too much and your body can't handle it any more.
Thats where the best orgasms happen too. I'm talking about mind numbing, breath stealing orgasms, one that last for minutes, not seconds.
You can never judge a book by its cover either. I've fucked guys that have been built like tanks, strong and attractive but end up misfiring their weapons minutes after getting started or being afraid of what my kind of fucking is actually like.
Others have been complete surprise packages, lanky and awkward but been able to make me cum so hard I've blacked out.
I remember this one guy... lets call him Richard, or Dick for short.
Now Dick seemed like a shy and timid fellow when I first met him. I was at work cataloguing books when he came up and asked if I could recommend a good thriller. We chatted for a little while and I scoured the shelves, pulling books as I went. I knew that his eyes were roaming my body each time I looked away so I made sure to pick books from either the top shelf, so I could reach up on my tippy toes and let my tight black pencil skirt ride up my thigh or on the bottom shelf so I could bend over and give him a glimpse of my crisp white panties. After a good 10 minutes of perusing the isles I had a small pile of novels for him to choose from. Instead of picking just one he borrowed all 6 hard backs and left, but not before I noticed how stiff his walk had become.
A week later he came back and returned all his loans. I was honestly shocked when he walked straight up to me, thanked me for my recommendations and asked me to accompany him to dinner. I accepted his offer partially because I liked the way he looked and partly because I thought that if he had the balls to do that then maybe, just maybe he would have the balls to do other things too.
Our evening was going quite well and Dick was very witty and sharp. Conversation wasn't lacking in the slightest and he found every opportunity to touch my arm or caress my leg. I could feel this little game of who's the biggest tease getting me a little wet.
At one point he even grazed the side of my breast with his hand when he wiped off an eyelash that had fallen and landed on my cheek. I knew that none of it was an accident... at least I hoped it wasn't.
I made an excuse to go and powder my nose just after dessert and as Dick came to pull my chair out like a gentleman, I made sure to brush my arse up against his crotch, just to let him know that I was indeed interested in whatever he had planned next. I felt the outline of his cock as I pushed into him and I could tell that he was already a little excited.
I came back to the table and we collected our things. "Coffee at mine?" I asked and he readily agreed.
He drove us back to my house and we got comfortable on the sofa as we sipped on coffee and chatted some more.
Once we finished our drinks I casually asked "Would you like a house tour before you leave?" Not because I wanted to show him around but because I wanted to get him into my bedroom so the fun could begin. He accepted my invitation and we wandered around the house before heading to my room. He walked in first and I followed after him and closed the door behind me. Dick turned around and raised an eyebrow at my bold move before sitting himself down on my plush bed. I walked up to him and turned around "Would you mind undoing my dress so I can slip into something a little more comfortable?" I asked with a smile on my face. He stood and slowly dragged the zipper of my dress down my back. Once he had it down as far as it could go he sat back down with his legs open and yanked me down to kneel in front of him. He undid his pants and freed his limp cock from the material of his boxers.