Will You Get a Little Rough With Me?

Will You Get a Little Rough With Me? (F4M)

Mmm….good morning to you. Here, I made you some coffee! No, nothing special. Just wanted to have a chat and a snuggle.
Are you still thinking about last night? I kept waking up, actually, and thinking about it. We’re so good together….it’s like you just read me. You are so in sync with me, and I...I feel like I am with you, too. I feel like we communicate so well...I don’t know. Feeding off one another.
Yeah. Me too.
(laughs, a little embarrassed) Thanks.
Remember, last night, um, when you shoved my back against the headboard? Yeah? I got really into that. And I told you to grab me, remember? You seemed...nervous. Or reluctant to do that, somehow. But I know you’ve thought about it, because we talked about it. I could sense in the moment that you wanted more but you held back. Didn’t you? I felt it. I told you the other night that I...had fantasized about that, too.
Listen. While we’re lying here, we can take advantage of the intimacy we have right now to set this straight. We know we work together, we can be sweet, and intense, and slow, and hard, and all these things, but...maybe tonight...will you get a little rough with me? Let’s go back to what we talked about last weekend. I want it. It’s nice not to script this stuff out too much, but I want you to really take control.
Let me just reassure you. Remember the fantasies we shared last weekend? I know! You had me completely hot and bothered! I want that!
Yeah, throwing me around. That was one of them. And I think you mentioned hair pulling? I’m all for that. Just let yourself go.
I want you...to shove me.
I want you to, like, grab my ass...and leave a mark. Rake your hand across my throat as you’re fucking me. Squeeze it. Make me cry out, baby.
You can fuck me harder. Don’t be gentle. Deeper. Like you’re trying to pound my cervix!
Force my legs apart, bite my inner thigh. Mmm, that would be so hot, honestly!
If you want to spank me, do it right. Make me feel it.

This is what I want to do with you, baby.

No, I don’t want you to worry about hurting me. If it bothers you, maybe we could come up with a safeword so you know if you’re getting too intense. Would that help?

Oh...you liked me talking about that? (laugh)
Want me to keep going?
Okay. Ummm….well...

Use your hands. Pull my hair. Turn my head. Make me kneel, baby, and shove your cock in my mouth. Thrust into me and don’t get scared if I gag. Pull my head back and make me look at you. Cum on my face. You can...you can slap me. My face, my cunt. Use your palm. Your strong fingertips. I want to look at those marks later and remember how you made me completely yours.

Press my face into the bed while you take me from behind. Hold my arms behind me.

Use your teeth. Tomorrow, I want to see the welts from your mouth on my tits and my shoulders. Give me a hickey like we’re teenagers. Use those teeth on my nipples, my skin. Kiss me, and pull my lip. Bite my earlobes. I want it to hurt. Eat me out. Don't be afraid to nibble. Bite, actually. Anywhere. Don’t be gentle, baby.

I’ll tell you if it’s all too much. But it won’t be.
Use your body. Hold me down. With your knees. Hover over me. Show me your control over me. Show me how you can overpower me. I want it. Shove me onto the bed and fuck me, then flip me over onto my stomach and fuck me harder. Carry me. Hold me. Bend me over. Kick my legs apart and finger me like your toy. Follow any physical impulse….I can take it. I’m asking for it.

Stand over me and cum on my body. Make me lie there however you like. I’ll be yours to look at. It’s not just the roughness I crave. It’s your dominance. Make me beg, make me cry out.

Would you feel bad the next day if you could see your fingerprints, all purple and pink, on my ass? On my legs? Or would you be excited that I gave myself to you that way? That I let you  take whatever you wanted?

I know you wouldn’t do any of these things without me telling you I was okay with it. Not with any real conviction, anyway. But, like I said, I think I can tell that you want to...and even if it makes you nervous, don’t forget about afterward. You can wash me in the bath. Touch me so gently. Put some cream on the bruises. Kiss the places that are still swollen and red. Play with my hair. Tell me what a good girl I was for you. How strong I was and how sweet. Spoon me, whisper in my ear. All those things are part of it...the dessert after dinner. The salty and the sweet, right? (laughs)

Hm? Am I turned on? Why yes, yes I am turned on. Just talking about it gives me a thrill. Thinking about you that way...you can tell I’ve given it some thought, can’t you? I’ve been thinking about it since we started sharing ideas….do you need to give it some more thought? You are? You have?
I’m--you’re--I’m not the only one who’s turned on, I think. Is that a good sign?

Oh! (kissing sound) (gasps/sharp intake of breath) Well, I guess we’ll need that safeword...