“Please, I need to feel it on my skin …”

This is a common phrase, uttered by me right before he comes. My begging is often muffled because his hand is on the back of my head, holding my face to the pillow while his cock reams my cunt and his fingers gouge into my hips.

Asking is a formality. He likes to hear me say I want to feel it and I like the way he grunts and throbs, swells, and then whisks his cock out of me just in time to deploy his load onto my body. Lucky for both of us, he never comes just once. The first one will shoot up my back, warm and sticky. He will immediately slip in to come again inside me, which makes me come, and then the third load will be a hearty dollop on the small of my back, or with his cock head pressed against my ass hole.

We’ve been fucking each other ragged for almost two decades and knowing that he can, and will, pull out and come all over my ass and back, makes me delirious with need.

Still.
Every time.
Like clockwork.

 

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Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.