Becky dropped some pretty heavy shit on me last night. She told me she couldn't ever be the girl I wanted her to be because (get this) she's still in love with her ex-husband . . . I know! What a bitch, right?
Well, this entry isn't about that, it's about the sex we had after that.
She stopped being agressive in bed a while ago, so I have getting more and more agressive. She seems to be into that, so I try to do something diffrent fairly often. Choking seems to be her favorite, but she also responds well to other forms of humiliation and physical pain . . . but I digress.
So teary eyed, she tells me that she can not be emotionally involved in this relationship. Naturally I was taken aback by this, but I had to know . . . "could we still have sex?" As she was cooking us dinner I came in and started being cute, she was trying to cook and told me to stop. I then threw her against the wall with force and pinned her there so she couldn't move. I'll spare the details and move to the part when I put her up on the kitchen counter. I had just watched True Romance and I was totally thinking about the scene where Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette fucked in the phone booth. I didn't have anything to stand on though and I am a bit short for the counter top, I scooped her up and brought her to the dining room and held her half on and half off the table. She stopped responding to that after a while, I think it was because the edge of the table had been digging into the center of her back. I moved her to the couch and we spent the next 20-25 minutes there.
She told me that it had been long enough since she started birth control again that I could cum inside of her . . . so there was the icing in that cake. Not once (untill the very end) did her feet touch the ground.
Well, this entry isn't about that, it's about the sex we had after that.
She stopped being agressive in bed a while ago, so I have getting more and more agressive. She seems to be into that, so I try to do something diffrent fairly often. Choking seems to be her favorite, but she also responds well to other forms of humiliation and physical pain . . . but I digress.
So teary eyed, she tells me that she can not be emotionally involved in this relationship. Naturally I was taken aback by this, but I had to know . . . "could we still have sex?" As she was cooking us dinner I came in and started being cute, she was trying to cook and told me to stop. I then threw her against the wall with force and pinned her there so she couldn't move. I'll spare the details and move to the part when I put her up on the kitchen counter. I had just watched True Romance and I was totally thinking about the scene where Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette fucked in the phone booth. I didn't have anything to stand on though and I am a bit short for the counter top, I scooped her up and brought her to the dining room and held her half on and half off the table. She stopped responding to that after a while, I think it was because the edge of the table had been digging into the center of her back. I moved her to the couch and we spent the next 20-25 minutes there.
She told me that it had been long enough since she started birth control again that I could cum inside of her . . . so there was the icing in that cake. Not once (untill the very end) did her feet touch the ground.