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Rough Sex (MF, rough)
by Absinthe

***

I originally intended to go to the tanning bed but then I remembered I
forgot to put on a thong under my sundress.  I wear a thong when I lie
in the bed because I like the way the white lines accentuate my hips
and make my legs look longer.   I also put one of those red playboy
bunny stickers on my chest.  (You HAVE to put the sticker in the same
place every time because if it slips that bunny is going to look like
Abraham Lincoln.)

I also HAVE to do this free form kind of peripheral wandering in my
words here because it comes naturally to me.  I don't pay attention to
most people around me, I'm terrible with names and worse with numbers,
and I really do think about what kind of mascara to use sometimes.

It's also a defense mechanism, I suppose.  It hides the blade.

I give people a chance, a glimpse at what I'm really like, and if they
don't pick up on it, fuck them, right?  I separate the sheep from the
goats real fucking fast.

It was such a hot day anyway, my skin was already damp underneath the
dress which was black.  Detail is good, right?  My hair was
disheveled.  I was wearing eyeliner from the night before, I think,
and lip gloss that tasted like vanilla extract.  When my skin is dark
I don't wear as much makeup.

I stood facing the door and I felt him grip my arm.  I don't remember
if I turned around or if he turned me around, but he pulled my arm so
hard that for an instant I thought he dislocated it.

I like pain.

He was kissing me hard.  I closed my eyes and kissed back hard,
letting my body press into his and I felt his hands tighten around my
wrists which were now behind my back.

I started to resist, but I quickly realized that if I did that he
might have let me go.

I could barely breathe.  I still didn't open my eyes, because, like I
said, I'm shy sometimes... furthermore, it just made the experience
more... tactile... like I felt his fingers ripping through my hair,
pulling my head back, and I felt his mouth on my throat...

My heart was racing so fast it felt like a blur. ..

His hands were all over me and then he just slammed me into the wall
and my head hit it hard and I opened my eyes and I was just dizzy.
Reeling.

He tore the dress off of me and I looked down and watched him trail
his fingers along the edge of my bra before he ripped it open.  I
closed my eyes again and I could feel his mouth and his tongue along
my stomach and then gliding back up along the wet skin and I felt so
warm and dizzy...I can't describe it...

I just kind of slid down the wall and landed on my ass and decided to
let him do whatever he wanted.

I felt the floor underneath my bare back and I could feel his tongue
all hot and all over, like underneath my breasts and before he started
sucking on my nipples they were standing up so hard they hurt...

I can't even believe I'm writing all this.  I can't even look at the
screen I'm just staring down at my fingers typing.

And I can't quite remember how everything happened.  Sex is like being
high or in a fever sometimes.  It's like being in this altered state
and now that I've come back down I can't tell you the precise order of
occurrence... I just remember grabbing him by the collar and pulling
him down on top of me and I was reaching for his cock with both hands
and it was thick and rock hard and it was like I couldn't get him
inside me fast enough.

God, and  I just wrapped my legs around him as he rammed in and out of
me and I just kept telling him to fuck me harder and harder and faster
and faster.  Not like I had any elegant poetry coming out of my mouth
or anything.  My brain was in flames; he just laid me wide open.
 
And we were biting each other all over and I was biting him and a
couple of times I know I bit myself.  Sharks are like that when
they're in a feeding frenzy -- they don't know who they're eating
anymore.

Afterwards I was still licking the sweat off of him --  I just wanted
to soak him in through my skin.  Wet salty lust.  I'm swollen just
thinking about it.
