Fucking

J perfectly understands my particular form of submission.  It has nothing to do with humiliation or shame, pain or cruelty.

It has to do with desire – the delicious satisfaction of giving him exactly what he wants, which is exactly what I want.

We’re perfectly matched, his hunger for fucking me met by my hunger for being fucked by him.

With J, “fuck” is not a bad word – it’s a wonderful word.  It’s not a cold, derogatory, offensive term, but a loving, passionate, intimate verb that expresses a deep, consuming connection.

I’ve never fucked anyone like I fuck him, and I’ve never been fucked by anyone like he fucks me.

He takes me, fully and completely, and I take him, deeply and totally.

I love his strength, his power, his primal carnality, his forcefulness that never crosses the line into violence or brutality. All of his needs are mine, all of my cravings are his. We feed each other and feed on each other, always hungry but always satisfied.

We fuck with cock and cunt, mind and spirit, heart and soul, mouth and mouth, flesh and flesh. It’s an all-inclusive act of intimate union, nourishing, fulfilling, wholesome.

 It’s also wickedly fun and incredibly hot!

>:)

~M