Reassurance in Roughness

Hi... I'm horny xP Soooooo here's what I've been writing! :p

Have you ever been in that mood where you just want someone to be mean to you? Where you want them to stop being so sweet and considerate and just throw you down on the mattress? To stop taking things so slowly and just take all their sexual frustration out on you? Well... I'm in that mood 😅

There's a certain reassurance in roughness. An escape from the tentative nerves that come from those first lingering touches. Slow teasing allows for thoughts to creep in. Is this really what they want? Am I making them happy? Do I look sexy enough?

But with primal roughness there's no time to worry. There's no time to think at all. Thoughts just evaporate into vapor as our bodies intertwine. Words are lost forever to the sound of whimpers rising in the back of throats. Hungry gasps as you kiss the air from my lungs. Legs tugging you in tighter as my body aches for more of your heat.

I want you to be mean. To be selfish. To consume my aching need and use it to get off. I want to see the desperation burn in your eyes and know it's because of me. I want to feel you tug and touch and tear. Frustrating fabric ripped in a sexual frenzy. Don't tell me what you want; Take what you want. Kiss me, bite me, fuck me. Feel my blissed out body writhe beneath you. Eyes half-lidded as pleasure and pain short circuits my brain. I want to be so overwhelmed with sensation that I can only have the capacity for a single thought. You. 

And that's how I want you to get off. As many times as you want. My tongue, my face, my fingers, my cock: all of me is at your disposal. I might not even want to cum at all; my pleasure is secondary. Feeding off your hunger is what sustains me. To know that I'm desired and useful to someone as gorgeous as you is exactly what I need. Please use me. Please kiss me. Please take me... Please reassure me with your roughness.