I have this ex boyfriend who I'd give anything to fuck again. There was just something about him. The way he carried himself he bordered on more cocky than confident and he had this dark twisted side underneath the way he portrayed himself to everyone else. He always identified himself as a sadist, he was extremely intelligent but did a very good job playing "dumb jock" with the rest of the world. I literally felt like the world revolved around him, he could've been God to me, I adored him. I always knew I liked dominant men but I'd never identified as a machosist until he swooped in and told me what one was. And told me I was one. I think about on the days I spent in his bed and I feel my pussy drip all over again. I'd give anything to feel his tongue and teeth slide and sink into my collar bone, hip bone, stomach and back all over again. He used to leave the nastiest biggest purple hickeys all over the back of my neck and across my shoulder blades the pain he inflicted all over mixed with tender caresses was enough to have me begging him for more, we got lost in another world every time we were physical together, a world I'd kill to go back too. The sex would last so long to the point we'd get to switch different positions. I loved riding for the pure fact I'd have just a little bit of control for just a little bit of time, and the faces he made as I grinded around and bounced up and down left me feeling so proud of myself always. But then he'd switch it up and push me face down into the bed as he slammed me from behind while I screamed, cried and moaned his name and begged him not to stop, he'd grab my wrist and hold it so I could hold his back and then he'd flip me on my back and slam into my rough and missionary style just so I could scratch up his back something awful. I loved when he'd come cause everytime after he came he'd let out an angry growl and collapse onto my neck making me squeal out so the next thing I'd see would be a big grim on his face, he made my body shake, something nobody else has ever been able to do, and I've had five other partners. I miss the feeling of his cock pulsing in and out of my pussy, I miss the feeling of him twisting my wrists as he held me down to the bed naked, staring me in the eye while he was still fully dressed and roughly telling me "try and get up. Try and fight me, I dare you." I miss telling him I couldn't and moaning as I felt my pussy soak itself just from the way he looked at me, and they way he'd laugh when he knew he had me under his thumb. I miss begging him please just kiss me while he teased everything about me just hovering over my body. I miss the half an hour of control he'd give me to tease him when I'd get to kiss, sucks, grind, and gently run my lips and finger nails all over his skin. I miss the spankings, and the chokings, and most of all the way he turned my mind on as much as my body.