I know what you’re thinking. I’ve just woken up in my ex-girlfriend’s bed, and you’re judging me already.
It was supposed to be just a bit of innocent fun. Well, mostly innocent. But then something weird happened and everything changed.
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.