That’s the way we like to fuck

I don’t even know where to begin with this huge topic except to say I love to fuck. Fucking is one of my favourite things ever.

But what is fucking? Well, it comes in so many different forms. It’s not just about having sex, there’s far more to a fuck than just sex. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy sex too but I much prefer to fuck.

Before I discuss what it is, I want to mention what it isn’t, or at least what it doesn’t have to be.

It’s not about the heteronormative assumption that one of you has to have a penis and said penis has to enter a vagina. Fucking is about so much more. Your penis could be a dildo but also, you don’t even need to have a penis at all. We all have fingers and tongues and for me they’re far more important to get me off than a penis. Don’t get me wrong I love those too!

It’s not about having a partner, you can definitely fuck your self too but again, I don’t need a dildo to do that. If I’m fucking myself then my end goal is to have that release of an orgasm and a dildo definitely isn’t going to do that, if anything it just leaves me frustrated.

So what is fucking then?

Well if I’m with partners then as much as I’d like an orgasm or few, that’s not my end goal, I just want to have fun and enjoy myself. Whilst PIV is unlikely to make me come, knowing he is getting off and seeing his reactions and hearing his moans definitely works and drives me wild.

You don’t even have to be physically with your partner. You can definitely fuck with each other when you’re apart, it’s definitely not the same but teasing each other and winding each other up means that when you get your hands on each other the need is already coursing it’s way through your veins.

Fucking is raw, it’s passionate, it’s need, it’s giving into those deeper urges.

It’s starts when you’re out, your flirting until it becomes something more. You’re fucking each other with your eyes in the back of the taxi on the way home. It’s stumbling through the front door and struggling to close it behind you. Deep kisses as you struggle out of the minimum amount of clothing. Belts undone and dresses hitched up, it’s being bent over the kitchen table or being pushed up against the wall. It’s feeling the bruises the next morning and poking them to refresh the memory and feel that need come rushing back.

I definitely like an added something when I’m fucking. I want to be pushed down and held in place, either by hands or by something more secure and be told that I’m their filthy slut, I’m just holes for their use. Nothing but a human wank toy. Head down, arse up, that’s the way I like to fuck.