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Submitted by Anonymous. As I lay in bed next to Daniel, our bodies entwined and sweat-slicked from yet another bout of lovemaking, I can’t help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction gnawing at me. Don’t get me wrong, I love Daniel with all my heart. He’s kind, funny, and reliable, the kind of man you build a future with. And the sex is good, really good even. But sometimes, just sometimes, I crave something a little wilder.
I turn onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as I try to process the familiar ache that’s starting to grow inside me. I fantasize about being thrown onto the bed, my wrists pinned above my head as Daniel claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. About him ripping my clothes off with a primal growl, his hands roaming my body roughly as he marks me as his. About him bending me over the edge of the bed and taking me from behind, hard and fast and without restraint. But Daniel would never do those things. He’s too gentle, too vanilla. And while I appreciate that about him most of the time, sometimes I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he let go, if he gave in to his more primal urges.
I roll over, pressing my body against his. That was amazing, I murmur, running my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest. You always make me feel so good. He smiles, pulling me in for a kiss. You’d do the same for me, he says softly. I’m lucky to have you. I smile back, but inside I feel that familiar ache growing stronger. Maybe tonight, I think to myself. Maybe tonight I can get him to let go, just a little bit.
I start to move against him, grinding my hips into his. He groans, his hands coming up to grip my waist. Again, he asks, a note of surprise in his voice. I nod, biting my lip. I need you, I whisper. Please. He hesitates for just a moment before nodding, his eyes darkening with desire. Okay, he says. But let’s take it slow. I shake my head, leaning in close. No, I breathe. Not this time. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to make me scream.
His eyes widen at my words, and for a moment I think he’s going to pull away. But then something shifts in his expression, a flicker of heat that makes my pulse race. Okay, he says again, but this time there’s a different tone to his voice. A note of promise, of danger. But you asked for it. He flips me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head just like in my fantasy. I gasp, arching up against him as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, dominating me, consuming me. I moan, writhing beneath him as his hands roam my body, groping and kneading my flesh. He tugs at my nipples, twisting them just hard enough to send sparks of pain and pleasure through me.
Fuck, I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist. Just like that. Don’t stop. He doesn’t. He pins my hands above my head with one large palm, using the other to spread my legs wide. Then he’s inside me, filling me up in one hard thrust. I cry out, my head falling back against the pillow as he starts to move. He sets a punishing pace, slamming into me again and again as I meet his every thrust. Yes, I hiss, my nails digging into his back. Harder. Please.
He obliges, pounding into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. Fuck, he grunts, his face buried in my neck. You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet and perfect. I moan, my body coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. Don’t stop, I beg. I’m so close. He doubles his efforts, fucking me with a wild abandon that I’ve never seen from him before. And just like that, I’m coming undone.
I scream his name, my pussy clamping down around him like a vice as I come harder than I ever have before. He follows seconds later, cursing as he spills himself inside me. We collapse together, both of us panting and sweat-slicked. For a moment, we just lay there, basking in the afterglow. That was… I start, but I can’t find the words. I settle for pressing a soft kiss to his jaw instead. He smiles, pulling me in close. Yeah, he says softly. It was. And as I drift off to sleep in his arms, I can’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, I’ve finally found the missing piece of our relationship. The wildness and passion that I crave, mixed with the love and gentleness that he brings.
But as I wake up the next morning, I can’t shake the feeling that something has changed between us. There’s a new tension in the air, a sense of anticipation that wasn’t there before. Daniel seems to feel it too. He’s quiet as we go about our morning routine, stealing glances at me whenever he thinks I’m not looking. Is everything okay? I ask finally, pouring us both a cup of coffee. He nods, but there’s a strange look on his face. Yeah, he says slowly. It’s just, last night was…
I can feel my cheeks flushing as the memories come rushing back. Yeah, I say softly. It was. He takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. I liked it, he says finally. A lot. I smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Me too, I say. It was intense. He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. And maybe, he says slowly, we could do more of that?
I can feel my pulse quickening at his words. You mean like, rougher? More exploratory? He nods, his eyes darkening with desire. Exactly like that. I bite my lip, feeling a thrill of excitement run through me. I’d like that, I say softly. He grins, pulling me in for a kiss. Good, he murmurs against my lips. Because I’ve got some ideas. And as he starts to describe exactly what he has in mind, I can feel the ache inside me growing stronger once again. But this time, I know that Daniel will be able to satisfy it in ways I never thought possible.
