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.