I want you to give yourself to me, completely and totally. I want to hold you down and reign you in and make you wait and make you beg, because it’s all I can think of in times like at the bar and your shirt is cut low and you laugh and press yourself against my arm and make me wait, make me reign myself in and hold myself down.
I want to tear off your clothes and bend you over the couch or the kitchen table or the hood of my car and I want to slap you and choke you to keep you in that moment, that second, where my hand hits your ass and my teeth scrape your neck and my cock pushes into you. I want you too feel alive, and scared, irresistible, ravaged, controlled. I want to reward you. Punish you. I want to leave marks that we can touch and remember how so shortly before then we were both so drunk and drowning on our emotions and passions and desires and excitement that I didn’t care about anything but making us both come, and all you could think about was what I was doing to you right then. Both of us totally lost in lust, passion, and pain.
When it’s over, and when our minds return, and when we’re finally once again aware of the room and the floor and gravity and the locations of our clothes, and we see the hand prints on your body and the teeth marks on our necks and the long red lines carved into our backs and your thighs. In those seconds I want to kiss you, and tell you I love you, and ask you just to be sure if you liked it. I want to curl up with you as the adrenalin fades, as our hearts slow down and we feel the beat of them in our scratches and bruises, like a lullaby, reminding us of the reality of moments before. In that calm after the storm of my lust we were both caught in I want to fall asleep knowing that I never have to hold back anything from you, because you’re too strong for me to break and I love you too much to ever try.
Absolutely perfect. This is what I desire for the most.