Seriously, Lora Leigh has me thinking the ONLY way to go at sex is rough. Slaps to the ass. Bite marks. Scratches. It sounds so damn hot. I crave it. It must happen.
Hard. Fast. Harder.
It is absolutely great to have rough sex. In fact, I recommend getting a little wilder than normal at least once a week. Cause changing shit up is important in a sexual relationship.
Here is my issue: a bruised and slightly battered vagina is one thing. It reminds you that you had damn good sex at some point. A bruised nipple? Not so much. The thing is a bruised nipple kind of sneaks up on you. It's not like he caught your nipple in his teeth and you thought, "Ouch" and then later it was purple and hurt. No a bruised nipple just suddenly happens. One moment you are loving the attention your man is laving on your nipple, and the next you want him to be anywhere but at your breast. And, of course, being a man, he wants to be at your nipple. And your vagina. Simultaneously if possible.
But then, after all that hardcore, hair-pulling, biting, scratching sex...your nipple HURTS. It's purplish and always distended. You'd have to pad your bra with a pillow to hide the fact so its almost like your nipple is in a constant state of arousal and the world knows it. Everything that touches it hurts- ice, water, silk sheets. And your thoughts center on your nipple. Much like the thoughts of a man center on his penis. It's like a broken record is spinning in your head "Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouuuuuucchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
And then I start to wonder, was the rough sex really worth it? Well, if I left bloody scratch marks on his back that are driving him crazy the day after then yes, yes it was totally worth it.
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