Having your face fucked might not sound the most romantic of acts, but like everything in life, it depends how it’s done.
It was a perfect Sunday evening in summer when she did it to me. The thing I thought I’d never do.
Birthday’s lose their shine in your 30s, and I feel a little guilty to admit it, but I’d usually rather just carry on with my day as normal. I don’t get excited by presents anymore, I have what I want, and I don’t enjoy all the attention and all the fuss. Like this year. I was taken out to dinner by my family, and as much as I love them all, they’re exhausting.
He knows I like it rough. He knows I enjoy a bit of a struggle; how much it turns me on when he overpowers me; how I love it when he’s mean. He knows not to stop unless I use our safe word. I don’t think he planned to spank me that evening though.
She stalked over with a look on her face that said I was in trouble. She stood with her hands on her hips and eyed me up. She moved closer, closer than was comfortable. “Show it to me,” she said.
I love sex, but I’ve always been a little shy talking about it. Even with boyfriends. I’m too shy to even ask for what I want.