I love fucking

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I love fucking

So what is fucking?

It can mean different things to different people but to me it about penetration. That might be with a cock or fingers or a dildo and it might be in my cunt or arse or mouth but it is definitely about being penetrated and if there was ever a sex thing that was on the top of my list then fucking is definitely it.

I am all about the fucking.

I want to be held down and have fingers buried in my cunt, slow and deep, filling me up. I want your fingers wrapped in my hair as you hold my head in place and slowly fuck your cock in and out of my mouth until the drool runs down my chin and you have to fight the urge to empty your load into my willing little mouth. I want to feel the cool droplets of lube running down my arse and watch as you coat your cock with the stuff and then ease yourself into my arse, pinning me face down on the bed and fucking me like that. Tell me that it feels good. Tell me that I feel good. Fuck my arse. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my mouth. Fuck me like you mean it. Taking your fucking pleasure in me.

I want you to fuck me so very much right now.

It has been a fairly rubbish year on the fucking front to be honest, unless you count fucking myself. I have done a LOT of that and whilst it is a wonderful thing in and of itself it is not a replacement for partnered sex. Even when living with a partner I will usually have a wank most days although I will say during this year my wanking has definitely changed. I am using a lot more toys than I used to and have discovered some new favourites. I have even experimented with some sensation play, mostly pegs but some self impact too. I have given all my glass dildos a good outing and my two beloved soft silicone toys from Godemiche. I have fucked myself fairly extensively this year. I was already a fairly committed wanker but this year I have definitely go all out on the wanking front

Fucking memories

But let’s get back to fucking, and whilst this year has lacked in quantity it has most definitely not lacked in quality because the few fucks that I have had have been, well, pretty fucking amazing. There was the one after the long dry spell, an afternoon and evening of utter filthy pleasure between two people who turns out had secretly had a thing for each other for quite a while. It was the best way to break a dry spell and even now 4 months later I smile every time I drive past the hotel where we stayed, which is a lot because it is in my town and remember. Oh yes I remember.

Gentleman fucking

And then there was The Gentleman. A man who left me sore and bruised and aching on more than one occasion. Who left a partial hand print on my arse from just slap, who covered my neck and chest in bruises and even my lip. Who fucked me so hard up against a window sill that the next day I had a bruise on my hip and on another occasion held my face against the door and fucked me leaving a bruise just above my eyebrow which I spent the whole next day pressing… and remembering. Remembering the way it felt when he first pushed into me (that is one of the absolutely best moments in any fuck in my opinion) remembering the look in his eye as he held me down, remembering the feel of his mouth on my neck and shoulders as he buried himself in me, remembering his hand on my hair as he fucked me from behind, remembering the way he manhandled me out of the bed at four in the morning, pressed my face up against the wall and buried his dick in me again. So much delicious fabulous fucking.

All the fucks

It really should come as no surprise that I love fucking when you read my blog. Over the year I have written about so many types of fucks, slow gentle fucks, desperate quickies, brutal fucks, arse fucking, mouth fucking. Fucking in alleyways. Fucking in graveyards. Fucking in the morning. Double penetration fucks and so many finger fucks that I can’t even begin to count. It appears in much of the fiction I have written and lots of the personal stories about me too.My blog is littered with fucks!

This weeks quote on quote quest is

“The more buttons you undo,’ she said, the faster I become undone.” — Michael Faudet

Which actually made me chuckle because actually I love fucking with clothes on. There is something so hot to me about that kind of fuck where you skirt is hitched up and his trousers are undone just enough to get his cock out. Even if eventually the clothes go starting off like that, the urgency, the barrier of the clothes, the need to just have him inside me above anything else. *eyes desk…. Yep, I could so go for a fuck like that right now.

So yeah, I love fucking. I miss it. I want it.

Let’s fuck!