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Today is the last day to vote for the Black Weblog Awards. Before you enjoy today’s nastiness, please head over here to vote for me.
Nobody loves a dirty fuck more than me. The titillation of nasty words whispered in my ear, the shock of pain when he pulls my hair, the gasp of shock when he touches me there. And we all recognize the appeal of the forbidden secret fuck; the pleasure in breaking the rules; the thrilling risk of detection. Everybody loves the first-time fuck; exploring uncharted territory, discovering his boundaries, the sharp cry that comes the first time he hits that spot.
But there is one fuck that beats all these. The fuck that blows the mind and soothes the soul. The fuck that no amount of porn-watching, no anaconda dick, no yankin’ pussy can help you achieve. The old-time fuck.
The old time fuck is the fuck that comes with practice. It’s the tenth or one hundredth or one thousandth fuck you have with someone who has been paying attention, who has studied your every moan, every wince, every gasp, every grunt, and knows exactly what to do to draw them out of you. It might go by rote, you might follow the same sequence of events that you’ve followed a thousand times before, but it’s the fuck that hits all your spots exactly the way you like them.
The old time fuck soothes you like a security blanket. It calms you like a cup of tea. It uplifts you like your favourite scripture. But it also gets you open like Black Moon and wetter than the deepest ocean.
When you’re old time fucking it doesn’t matter if the lights are on or off, if music is playing or you’re grinding to the sounds of skin against skin. Old time fucking doesn’t care if his chest or her legs are shaved, it don’t matter whether her bra and panties matched before she took them off. You don’t need to powder your sheets or light candles for the old time fuck. It’s you and it’s him and the stage is set. The old time fuck needs no accoutrement.
The old time fuck pushes boundaries. It takes you everywhere you like to go and then leads you places you’ve never been. You surrender all your innocence to the old time fuck. He is the first one to ever fuck you like that, she is the first one to ever lick you there. He’s the only one you’d ever do that to, she’s the only one you’d ever let do that.
When he old time fucks you, he doesn’t claim the pussy. He conquered the pussy long ago. When he’s on top of you and long-stroking you he says “you are mine”. And you don’t even have to say anything in response because he knows it’s true. There’s nothing you can do or say to undo the hold he has on you; no reason you would want to be free of him.
The old time fuck is the fuck that’s so good that his face is contorted in anguish, and her groans are like sobs. It’s the fuck where every stroke is a story, every moan a proclamation. It’s not the fuck you stumble drunkenly into; or the fuck that’s achieved by great chemistry. All the hot talks and smut exchanged in the world cannot bring about the old time fuck; you have to earn it; work for it; invest time in bringing it to pass. It’s not the fuck that blows your back out, it’s the fuck that blows your mind.
But what do you guys think? Have you experienced the great old-time fuck? What’s your favourite thing about it? Do you love it or do you prefer the hot newness of the first time fuck? Overshare with me in the comments.
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