Why Not ?

Yeah, we don't sleep together. So let me explain. Do you remember the first time? I went through your body, with my hands, with my skin, with my mouth. You wanted kisses. Okay, I have the kiss for more intimate than all the other sex. 250 bacteria, at least. But I kissed you, I caressed you, I masturbated you, the first time you wouldn't let me put my tongue through the parts I didn't know yet, I penetrated you, you've got a big dick, but worse than that, there's no position that fits. When you close your legs, I'm fucking looking for the pussy I lost, it's never happened to me before, but it's true, not all bodies are made for the art of mating well. Well, here we come to your ass, a monument, no doubt, wide, spacious, not to mention well-built, and stiff, cheeks not wavering, pure muscle to sit on, I'd say, if it weren't for the talk of likes and dislikes on the second night, and I'd have chickened out just in anticipation, but you said no anal. First of all, you don't say anal, you say ass-fucking, piss-fucking, and I explained to you that it's a matter of partner competence, whether you like it or not, and you didn't even admit the possibility. I'd have turned your head all the way around, and with my thumb on the back of your vagina, I'd have pushed the index finger into the hole, rubbing the two of you together, first slowly, then progressively, until it was you turning your back. I bet you wouldn't say, "Yeah, tie me up, but slowly", you'd say, "Maybe you can try anal, but be careful and pull it out if you hurt me", the first secret would be, "No, you're the one who's going to get in", after you've been lubricated, with oil, of course, and it'd be your hand guiding my dick, which is the right size for inexperienced guts, and you'd end up saying, "That's good. I never imagined it could be so good". A little more you have to take advantage of, your body is a disaster. The breasts accumulate, but they do not reach the shape, are half breasts. The legs, so do not talk. Of course you have lips of brooch. Wide mouth, thick lips and outlets. And well you said that oral you like, to do and to be done. And I did, but you did not reciprocate. The excuse of laziness and nausea does not laugh, ridiculous. You just wanted me to give you some orgasms, and to pour the testicles in the usual place. Even on the third night, when I was really tired and asked you to punch me, you did the right thing, you used force where you should have skill, it's not a stick, it's blood-stained flesh. I see sex as a pleasure to be shared. Exchange for exchange. Starting with the words. Fuck is not a doctor's appointment, it's another language. And I hate a woman who is silent, as if she keeps her emotions to herself, ashamed. In paints. At least by the third morning you should have realized that I like to wake up with the fucking licked. Normally I would say that a woman like you, without an attractive body, at least a good blow job must have learned how to do. I'll be in doubt, but I'm inclined not even that. The men who held you securely who tied themselves to your entanglements: you're smart, you turn around any papal bull. The others poured and left. It's life. That's what I'll do. We would never have games of domination, that your pathetic feminism forbids you to assume in bed what you are affectively. I was tied to your iron bed that wanted you. To dilute in pride your pleasure in humiliation. So that when you opened the door for me you would immediately disappoint me, and on your knees suck me. Just to warm up. You'll never know what you've lost... patience... women I know more... with beautiful bodies and less beautiful bodies... but with hunger... hunger for me to feed them.