Lashing out

So, it had been a gentle, sweet weekend for us, here at Longing’s End Manor. Last week had been an aggressive, and often brutal week of sex. As we reached the weekend, we had both been a bit exhausted, and needing intimacy more than we really needed fucking. Saturday morning saw mina waking me by sliding her hand down my stomach to take my cock in her hand. Coincidentally, I had been enjoying a rather raunchy dream about the two of us secreting into an alley. In a flash, she was pushing the comforter down and taking me in her mouth. In the course of events, I pusehd mina onto her back and entered her from above, and slowly ground my body against hers, bringing her a beautiful orgasm to start the day before allowing myself to have my own orgasm inside her.

Our pillow talk turned to cuddling, and then, that urge came up between us again. Specifically, I said “I am thinking of you moaning approvingly as I come into you from behind.” I scratched her thighs, and pulled her body against mine. She groaned and arched back against me. Well now, this is a pleasant turn of events. I pulled her up onto her knees and took her from behind, working furiously inside her, going as hard as I could, ultimately, too hard. I exhausted myself, and had to rest my arms, rocking my body against her, rather than pulling her hips back, as I normally do. She looked back over her shoulder, watching my hands on my hips as I rocked exhaustedly in her. Slowly, the aggression melted away, and I eventually rewarded her with the feel of my orgasm bursting inside her. She moaned appreciatively.

And then, we took a nice easy day. We had brunch at our Saturday habit, saw the same waiter again, and had a nice lunch. We ran a few errands shopping, and it was a pleasant day. We came back home, I turned the stereo on, and massaged her for about half an hour, head to toe, front and back. No…not that kind of massage. Just a soothing, relaxing massage. We then napping together, drifting in and out of sleep to the music. Afterward, I cooked dinner (seared tuna and jicama salad) and we stayed up late watching movies and called it a night. It was a very sweet, enjoyable day together.

This morning, we took care of some other parts of our weekly routine, and came home to another deserved nap. So, everything was on course for a pleasant evening. Except there were two things going on. The first was that she was on her cycle last week, so our sex had a bitch of a hitch in it as she had to take a break to dispose of some necessities. (was that delicate enough?) During that week, I had made her a promise: “The next time you don’t have to consent, you won’t get to.” As anyone who knows me knows…I don’t tease. If I say I am going to do something, it will happen. Secondly, mina did something rather provoking. She wrote a naughty. And not about me. Well…I can’t just let this go by, can I?

Of course, it helped that reading her story had me really bothered. In the good way, of course. So, I went to the bedroom, pushed the comforter off, (we had just cleaned it that morning, and I didn’t want to start the next dozen sex stains already) turned the lights on and told her come here. She stopped in the bathroom on the way so I stepped out of the room, so as to allow myself to pounce on her from behind. She got two steps into the bedroom before realizing that someone had the drop on her. I pounced and grabbed her, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the door. My hand clamped over her mouth and my other hand darted under her shirt to pinch her nipples. My hips jammed against hers, and pushed against the door. The assault was on. I hissed in her ear:

“I am going to fuck you. how much it is going to hurt is up to you.” I scratched. I grabbed handfuls of her flesh, crushing it in my fist. I pinched her. I pulled her shirt up around her wrists and threw her face down on the bed. My own shirt went off and I wrapped it around her face, tightening it, blindfolding and gagging her. My finger pressed in, molesting her. She moaned, and I pushed my shorts down, slightly surprised to find I was already at full attention ready to plunder her. I pressed inside…I was shocked how wet she already was, and how easily I found myself completely inside her. I was pounding away, playing the role of her assaulter. mina was getting the punishment she craved…and deep down…it didn’t do it for me.

As I continued thrusting, my brain shifted gears. This role did not fit me, and I needed a different one…and I reached back for the one thought that always works…

I love this woman

Yep…still works.