I wrote this for my friends at Met Another Frog a while back but I never shared it with you guys. It's one of my favourite nasty posts ever. Enjoy.
I used to be the kind of girl who wanted to be made love to. The kind who preferred candlelight to daylight and had soft music in the background. I used to want to be undressed slowly as if I were a gift he was savouring. I wanted to be touched worshipfully, gazed at adoringly. I believed that the more gently a man touched me the more he valued me. I wanted to be spoken to lovingly and thought that a man who uses the word pussy – especially when inside of one – hates women. I was the vanilla sex girl.
I am no longer a quiet woman. I don’t stand demurely at my man’s side; smiling benevolently and speaking only when addressed directly. Nor do I walk a deferential three steps behind him, my hand cradled gently in his as I follow wherever he leads. I make moves and if he doesn’t move fast he’ll be left behind.
So no I won’t lie beneath you in the dark, my head thrown artfully back in feigned ecstasy, ladylike mews escaping my throat. I don’t want to stare deeply in your eyes and caress your face gently; whispering that I love you so much. Don’t give me slow, deep kisses that feel as though you’re exploring every crevice of your mouth. I don’t want to be languidly stroked, held gently like a fragile doll.
No I want you to seize me. Push me up against a wall and try to take me. Fight me for control and hold me down if you have to. I want to be clutched, squeezed, my face pushed into the bed. Kiss me hard and bite my lip as you pull away. And turn the lights on – I want see you, I want you to see my face contort in painful pleasure as your hand closes over my throat. I will moan deeply, loudly, and often and I will tell you exactly what I want you to do to me and exactly how I want it done. I pull you hard and deep into me, I beg for more. I want all of you and I’m not too shy to let you know that.
I’m not a submissive woman anymore. I’m no longer a helpmate. I don’t live to please my man. What he says doesn’t go unless I want it to. I don’t defer to his superior judgment and I won’t follow his lead. I don’t smooth the path of your life. I don’t sacrifice my wants and needs to facilitate yours.
So I will not set a stage for you. There will be no powdered sheets, no soft candlelight, no romantic music playing. I won’t drift into the room in a filmy negligee and lie patiently waiting for you to remove it slowly. This doesn’t happen on your schedule, I won’t wait for you to be ready for me. You will not lie on top of me and pound relentlessly into me at your own pace. I will not stare at the ceiling and wrack my brain trying to remember if your favourite rice pudding recipe calls for one or two eggs while you work out your aggression on me. You will not roll off me and fall asleep the minute you bust a nut with no regard for my orgasm. And I won’t marvel at your moves and exclaim that no one has ever done that to me before.
I know what I like and I will make you give it to me. I will grab you when I want you. Climb on top of you and have my way with you. I will spread my legs and rock my hips on you and make you feel like I’m taking something from you. I won’t lie beneath you and whisper emphatically that I am all yours, I will look down at you and tell you that your dick is mine.
I’m not a good girl anymore. I don’t like hugs and flowers, don’t smile politely and move out of strangers’ paths. I’m not a decorous woman. I am bold, impolite and demanding. I don’t accept social conventions. I eat with my hands. There’s nothing bland or homogenous about me.
So no please do not give me the generic fuck you gave the last girl and the girl before me. I won’t be pleased by your standard moves. You will not insert tab A into slot B, pump the default number of times and climb off me thinking you just did something. I want a custom fuck designed to please me. Don’t call me baby or honey or sweetheart. Don’t stare and the ceiling or squeeze your eyes shut in one-pussy-fits-all ecstacy.
Fuck me, look at me, talk to me. Study me. Learn me. Make me feel like you’re taking cues from every contortion of my face, every moan from my lips, every contraction of my pussy. Force me to go beyond my comfort zone. Push my boundaries. Fuck me the way you know I need to be fucked and make me tell you I like it.
I’m not a good girl. I live a big life and I need big sex. Not gentle, sweet, make-you-feel treasured sex, but epic sex. Mind-blowing, earth-shattering, make me question my morals sex. Leave my clothes in tatters sex. Anything but vanilla sex.