Rough Wild Sex

you know that kind of sex
where the next day your body aches ?

Where you can feel it in your abs
because of how often you held yourself in a certain position
and the ache in your hips reminds you
of how he spread your legs over and over again
to bury his dick in you.

That the muscles in your lower back feel tight
because of how you arched your spine
so he could pound into you.

The kind of sex that leaves you marked;
Bruises on your neck and across your chest,
left behind by a mixture of bites
and rough fingers holding you down
and the red hot sting of the palm of his hand
connecting with the flesh of your arse.

One intense strike that makes
your breath leave your body in a hiss
and the next day when you look in the mirror
you can see the red lines left behind
in that moment by his fingers.

You trail your fingertips across the shadow of his touch
to find that not only can you see where made you burn
but your can still feel it too, the skin a little raw,
a little tender. Ahhh it aches so good.

I want that.
I want you to make me ache again.
I want you to be rough and brutal.

To haul me around, hold me down,
drag from the bed and push me to my knees,
bruise my lips with the intensity of your kiss,
watch my eyes as you fill my mouth with your thick cock
and weave your fingers through my hair
so you can fuck my face how you like it.

The thought of it makes me ache.
But this is a different type of ache.
This ache sits between my thighs,
a hot pulse of need that nestles in my cunt
and makes me shift in my seat.

The thought of you,
makes me reach into my knickers,
dipping my fingers into my folds,
sliding them into me and feeling
my cunt tighten around them
as I remember all the ways you made me ache.

I want that Again.