It all started while we were drinking wine and watching Netflix - the usual Hollywood erotica. A good looking piece of meat with stubble slamming a girl up against a wall. Kissing her roughly. Fingers in her hair. Tongues everywhere. Groins censored. Fake-fucking brutally. My disillusioned husband made a comment - one that would change our relationship.
“In reality, women don’t want that shit! I mean, c’mon! Who fucks like that?”
My pause said it all.
And so did the silence that followed.
My husband was a caring, thoughtful lover; but sometimes I wanted more. More passion. I wanted to be fucked. Used. Dominated. Treated like the girl on screen. So after a gulp of red, I confessed all. Right there and then - straight to his face.
After thinking for a while, my husband turned off the movie, pinned me to the couch and fucked the life out of me. Making me come hard from his aggressive thrusts alone. Introducing angry sex role play into our relationship.
There was no going back.
That was over two years ago - we are now pros. Our sessions safe and organised. Brutal with just enough aggression to get us both off. Below is a typical weekend rough fuck.
I always put my hair up and slip into my favourite balcony bra. I then add a pre-bought blouse and some panties to my body, both inexpensive and ready to be ripped. My husband stays outside the room and strips in the bathroom across the hall; jerking himself into a passionate state. Getting ready for his big entrance as I add the final touches of deep lipstick and perfume. Reminding myself of our safe word.
A word that I won’t need.
He storms in; his manner and cock aggressive. All muscles, tattoos, and a thick gold chain I bought him for our 5th wedding anniversary. He grabs my shoulders and slams me against the nearest surface, making the thin drywall tremble - along with my pussy. Then, with intense eye contact, his hands are around my throat, just tight enough to thrill me safely. He pulls my face to his, but I fight his grip; making him earn my lips. His stubble and kisses are as rough as fuck as I fake fight against him. Pretending to resist but loving every suck and tiny bite on my face.
I let out a faux protest as his hands move to my shoulders, pushing me down violently to where he wants me to be - in line with his angry cock. A cock that is already spitting pre-cum. With one hand behind my head, the other pulls my chin open ready for entry.
