You don’t want sex, you want to be fucked [M31/f25][D/s]

There seems to be a misconception regarding what it is to be fucked. Not all intercourse is sex and not all sex is equal.

To be fucked is to be left spent, gasping, sore, and concurred. It isn’t so much the position, but more so the act during those positions.

It’s one thing to have him stand behind you during doggy, and another to be mounted by him. His weight and strength felt behind each stroke. Hitting you with enough force each time he pumps into you that your body feels weak and small. Leaning over you and biting the back of your neck like a wolf catching prey. To hear his grunts in your ear, and to have his panting match yours. His hands unable to get enough of you – from groping you to choking and pulling on your hair, to reaching around and firmly rubbing that swollen clit – his hunger for you shows in every act. To be dominated is to be desired, and to be fucked is to be devoured. Through you, he takes his needs – and when in you, he is free to act out his animalistic desires.

Teased till you’re cock drunk [M31/f25][D/s]

**Hike her legs back but not because you’re going to fuck her**

Push her on her back, grab her by the ankles, spread her legs and push them back. Not because you want to fuck her, but to make her feel vulnerable.

Let her feel the aggression in your grip, the strength in your arms, the stretch in her legs. Make her focus on the way her lips spread, the tingling that’s building up in her pussy, and the way her breathing is picking up.

Speak to her about what you’re causing her to feel. Remind her of how helpless she feels. Point out the blush in her face, and how you know she enjoys the embarrassment you’re causing. Ask her about the wet spot on her panties. Tell her how cute she looks when she’s flustered and horny. Pull her panties to the side and sink into her… Not because you want to fuck her, but because you want to show her how in control you are.

Sit deep inside of her while you whisper in her ear about how she is yours, mind, body, and soul. Make point of how she’s wiggling helplessly just to feel the slightest bit of friction. Call her a needy little whore.