Being Truthful

I pride myself on being free,
Independent,
In control,
No one’s fool;
Yet sometimes, I yearn for a man to take me, break me,
Fuck me till I can’t walk anymore,
Make me so sore that I have to beg him to stop;
I want him to pin me down, spread my legs with his knees
And just fuck me like it’s our last day on earth.
No love, no affectionate caresses, no words.
Not all women are like me, maybe not even most,
And yet, to ignore the obvious, the primordial instinct
Bred into us since the beginning of time,
There is no shame in that;
I do not feel less of a woman or consider myself weak
Because I sometimes
Want to be submissive,
On my knees while a man stands above me
Guiding my mouth with his hand on the back of my head;
His eyes riveted to the motion of my tongue and lips
Sliding over the tip of his cock
Tasting the salt and pre-cum;
With my left hand wrapped around the base of his cock,
My right hand rests on his thigh cause I love it when he’s
About to cum and I can feel his muscles tense underneath his skin.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not like this all the time.
I believe in love, romance and the knight in shining armor.
Yet sometimes, it would be nice if the knight would get off his damn horse
And just fuck me.