Sometimes, hardcore sex is where it’s at.
I want hardcore sex, so I can get nasty, dirty, and feel that sex for days. I don’t want “I love yous” or “lovemaking” or “gently caressing”. No. I want a cock to stab up in my pussy and to wake up the next morning with bruises all over. That’s the kind of sex I need.
My favorite kind of rough hardcore sex is asphyxiation, something around my neck and keeping me from breathing. The lightheadedness only intensifies the pleasure of a cock pounding into my wet little pussy. I love struggling for breath; everything melts away and only my ability to feel stays.
It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love being suffocated with a man’s big, strong fingers. They wrap around my throat and leave me with bruises for days. Everything around me quiets down: the grunting noises my partner is making, the slapping of skin, the squelching noises of his cock ramming my pussy.
None of it reaches my brain.
My vision sparkles and I can’t focus. I can’t even feel the sweat that drips from him to me or the dip in the bed from his arm next to my head. Instead, I only feel sweet, sweet pleasure. There’s only an electric current of pleasure that shoots straight into my brain. Everything is closed down but that one current, and it feels so incredibly intense as my lungs burn for air. My head spins but the pleasure holds me down, keeping me wet and aroused, making everything brighter.
Often I’m so out of it, I don’t even realize if I’m drooling or spitting or coughing. Instead, the only thing that matters to me is the orgasm that’s building, slowly overtaking my muscles as they spasm even further than normal from the lack of blood in my system. I’ll spasm and cum hard, so dry but intense, eyes rolled in the back of my head. Sometimes, you just need to be fucked, no?
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