There are many good reasons to love sex. That exquisite moment when the cock slides its full length into the pussy. The sounds of bodies slamming into each other, nasty words whispered or shouted. Gripping smooth skin slick with sweat, faces contorted with pleasure. Hair pulling, nails scraping backs, the build up and the epic release.
Yes, there are a lot of good reasons to love sex. But one of the things I love the most about sex is the sentence that pops into my head every so often after I have it: I had sex today.
I love walking around knowing I’m freshly fucked. It’s a lovely little nasty secret that leaves me with a permanent smirk on my face. Nothing puts a smile on my face better than knowing I had sex this morning,
5 minutes before I wrote this post this afternoon or yesterday. There’s more than a little pleasure in that grunt of pain I give every time I get up because my hips are sore after having had a man between them a couple hours ago. I love the post-sex shudder I get when I remember that yes, he did touch me here and oh wasn’t it lovely when he touched me there?
More than anything else, recent sex has the ability to transport me from wherever I am. One minute I’m giving my underling shit for not knowing the difference between an introstitial and an interstitial and the next….I’m remembering the feeling of him holding onto my shoulders and pushing himself deeper into me. I’m bowling with my co-workers and the weight of the ball in my hand brings me back to earlier today when his balls were in my mouth.
Unlike smut, which is a conscious decision on my part to make my love come down, the sex flashbacks are involuntary, impromptu and much more vivid. Don’t get me wrong, you guys know I love my smut and it definitely gets the job done, but there’s something about being able to still see his arms flexing with the effort of holding himself up as he slow strokes me, to still feel his slightly-rough fingers gently grazing my nipples, to still hear him whispering “I love your pussy” that just…sends me.
Unfortunately, like everything else good in life, that post-sex stupor has a shelf life of about 48 hours before I go back to my regular state of horniness. But while I’m in it, I’m untouchable. Nothing can get me down and the world is bright and rosy because I…had sex. And it was fucking great.
Oh and speaking of sex, since so many of you told me you liked the baby-making music in Monday’s post, I’ve got another good one for you. Check it out here and use it as a soundtrack for your Nasty Friday nail painting.
But what do you guys think? Do you love the freshly-fucked feeling as much as I do? What little random things do you love about sex? Do what the fuck we do on Fridays – overshare.