I want to be fucked. Not made love to. Not a fifteen minute session of somewhat satisfactory sex. No. I want to feel the strength of masculine fingers curl around my throat, lifting me ever so slightly off the floor as my cunt is continuously impaled. I want the low guttural grunts of a man vibrating against my back as he slams his shaft all the way into my ass, the force of which leaves a scream locked in my lungs, paralyzing my gasp so no one can hear my primal release. I want the sting of my flesh as he claws at my skin, as he smacks my face with every beautiful assault. I want the weight of his body to press down on mine, holding me a willing hostage until he stains me with his seed. Until his body jerks against mine, nearly suffocating me as his climax pushes me, nearly but not entirely to my own orgasm.
I want to be fucked. I want bruises left both in and on me, a constant reminder of the sexual creature I am. Constant like the hunger created from not being allowed to come. From feeling his semen brand me but denying me the same freedom. I want to be fucked. I do not want to fuck, I want to be the toy, the instrument, the hole. I want to be consumed with control and mindless pleasure.
I want to be fucked. Now.