As for the sex-- It was wild, rough sex.

He was very vocal during sex which I loved...  He would talk down to me, talk dirty to me, grunt and groan when it felt soo good to him that he can't keep it quiet.  Actually, I was the first one to start talking dirty to him, to arouse him more.  I would utter things during sex like "mm fuck my little pink pussy,"  "I'm your dirty little whore,"  "This pussy belongs to you," " Fuck the shit out of my pussy," and "Fuck my brains out baby."  That would make him groan and fuck me even harder.

I loved it when he dominated me, with my legs on his shoulders-- I felt so vulnerable to his punishing cock, trying to jam it down inside me deeper and deeper.  I loved being overpowered.  I loved it when he said things like, "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you?" and "You like getting fucked, you filthy slut, don't you?"  He choked me gently and at times, interspersed with his filthy language, he'll say that I'm beautiful and moan my name.

Sometimes, I was left with my pussy feeling really sore from the trauma of it being so roughly abused-- but it was a satisfying kind of soreness.  Can't explain it...  

Sometimes, I liked feeling like I was used for his pleasure, for him to unload his masculinity inside, that I was his play thing.  In actuality, it was different.  We really liked each other, we dated and unfortunately, I wasn't ready to commit.  I didn't want to become serious yet despite him wanting to.

These days, I don't have that much sex with my bf.  Sometimes, I decline telling him that I'm tired.  But on the few days that I do have a libido (mind you, I had a raging libido prior to my bf), I think of my sexcapades with J.A. or with some other guy....