I’ve always viewed sex as a battle for power. I typically get off on being in control, but one night my boyfriend turned the tables, turning me into a begging, pleasing, shivering mess.
The night started innocently enough with a movie. About fifteen minutes in, he kissed my neck and told me how badly he wanted to be inside me. I told him to shut up since I couldn’t hear the dialogue. Unfortunately, he was persistent. I told him to wait until the movie ended.
Eventually, he overpowered me. Against my will, he pulled off my sweatpants. At this point, I could’ve gotten serious and stopped him, but his aggressiveness was a welcome surprise in our stagnant sex life.
He pulled my thong to the side and without any foreplay, pounded me deep and fast. All I could do was lay defenseless on the couch as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. As I reached climax, I uttered “I’m gonna cum” in between moans. He responded that he was going to cum as well. As I tightened up, he pulled out.