I want to be fucked. Not any of that romance and love-me tender bullshit. I want to be properly pussy-aching, sheets soaked, hands behind my head, moaning uncontrollably fucked. I want to feel her fingers deep inside me, thrusting my body against her own. Her pulling at my neck to pull me closer than we already are. I want her to kiss me, with passion and full of lust. I crave the bites and the bruises. I miss the sheer pain of it all sometimes, and the excitement that it provided. I want that raw animal instinct of enjoying the pleasure that’s being given to me. I want to ride against her hands, feeling each one of her movements inside of me with every ounce of my body. I want to hear her whispers in my ear, telling me how she loves making me cum, telling me that she loves doing this to me. I want to contract against her fingers, reaching ecstasy over and over again. I want the taste of myself on her lips, after she’s sucked them clean, once I’ve finished. I want that feeling of knowing this was just the warm up to the start of our game.