Fucking

I’m exquisitely dominant, but roughness doesn’t come naturally — I go to great lengths to protect the women I fuck from my anger, and I want to understand why.

Swanky bar, arctic char, Scotch, self-satisfied finance bros, and Rose — who’s moving away, and whose cock-sucking I intend to savor.

Luna is difficult, entitled, and spectacular — and on this particular evening, she was lying face-down on the bed, as instructed, her magnificent ass writhing in anticipation.

The Amazon gives me an awesome blowjob – her mouth is like a warm cave of jello, with soft pillows lining the walls.

It’s cowgirl, and I’ll tell you exactly why — but there are exceptions.

What it feels like to slide my cock inside you — the warmth, the merger, the selfish pleasure, the primal fulfillment.

The only destruction I hope to do is situational, welcome, perhaps metaphorical.

Fucking has never come naturally to me — it requires an aggression I’ve long kept at bay. Lately, though, something’s shifting.

Fucking isn’t the point. The sentence is more interesting than the period at the end of it.

My first time at a sex party was a letdown. My most recent time, I arrived in a very different place.