I love the sound she makes when I pull on her hair from behind her. When I'm fucking her from behind with a handful of her hair in one hand and the other hand pressing down on her shoulder, forcing my hard cock deeper into her wetness.
I love the sound of my hand smacking her soft ass, leaving it red and sore. It turns me on to hear her wimper ( Read more... )

I want to fuck.
I want the hair pulling, ass-slapping, loud, sweaty sex that you get from a one night stand or after a night of drinking; When you get home and your horny and too drunk to care how you're treating each other as long as you both cum, long and hard.
I want to be rough and take her from behind just as she likes it, but is too afraid ( Read more... )

I dont know who of you have read my last 2 (and only 2) entries or not. but I have made a decision ( Read more... )

She was so nice too.

I hadn't known her all that long either. A few hours at most. We had met a coffee shop near where I was living and started talking almost as soon as she had sat down. I had already been there searching for a while and was about to leave when I saw her walk up to the door.
I knew right away.
( Amy, I believe she said her name was... )

She tried to resist but I was ready. Straddling her waist I pinned her arms to the ground at the elbow, digging my fingers into her biceps. She wimpered then went limp.
"Don't move or I will make it hurt more than it was going to," I whispered into her ear. Her face was reddened from struggling and her eyes were welled up but she was not crying ( Read more... )