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Last post before the holidays and I should be thanking you guys for a great year, wishing you a warm holiday season with your family, or remembering the reason for the season and all that nice stuff. Fuck that. It's Friday and we're getting nasty.

Last night I climbed on top of him. I braced myself on his thighs and lowered my pussy on his dick nice and slow. I took it in as deeply as I could, then raised up to work the tip slowly. Then lowered down to take him all in and raised up again.  I rocked back and forth on him as his breathing got heavier, his groans got louder. I looked at our reflection in the mirror beside us (strategically placed for our viewing pleasure) and thought to myself “I am fucking like a grown up”.

When I was a little girl, new to men and new to fucking, I was missing the point of sex. When I was fucking like a little girl I wanted to be held as gently as an eggshell; caressed gingerly, reverently. Because a little girl doesn’t want to be hurt.  I didn’t want to be ridden hard, fucked into a sopping pile.

Now that I’m a grown up, pound the shit out of me. I appreciate the marriage of pleasure and pain, so grasp me, clutch me, scratch me. Fuck your frustrations out on me. Leave your mark on me.

A little girl doesn’t want to be seen. A little girl needs the cover of darkness to loosen her inhibitions. A little girl gets self-conscious about her body; takes her clothes off under the covers so you don’t see anything too closely. A little girl turns her face away when the pleasure starts to build.

But I’m a grown up and I want you to see what you’re getting. Fucking like a grown up is lights on; clothes flung off unabashedly. I will stand in front of you and let you examine every inch of me and know that you love what the fuck you see.  A little girl is embarrassed about her fuck faces, but I’m a grown up and I want you to watch me cum.

Little girls want to be respected for what they won’t do. Little girls worry about what’s nasty, what’s dirty, what’s perverted. Little girls don’t want to fuck well because they don’t want to seem to experienced. Little girls won’t admit to liking what they shouldn’t like. Little girls say “no” and “stop” and “don’t touch me there”.

A grown up fucks like she has something to prove. A grown up breaks down boundaries. A grown up wants to show you things you’ve never seen, make you do things you’ve never done.  A grown up doesn’t say “no” she says “yessssss”. A grown up doesn’t worry you’ll wonder where she learned that. A grown up knows  you’ll just be glad she taught you.

Little girls think sex is like insurance. Fucking is just what she does to keep her man from straying. A little girl isn’t in it to get hers; she just wants to make sure he gets his. A little girl isn’t running the show, she just shows up and waits for instruction. A little girl is shy, nervous, timid. A little girl is afraid to take initiative. A little girl wants you to do all the work.

But fuck that. I’m grown and I am not afraid of you. I’m not afraid to tell you I want more of that, harder, faster. Now. A grown up will knock that XBox controller out of your hand, push you on the bed and have your dick inside her before you can say “Call of Duty”. A grown up takes responsibility for her own orgasm. A grown up isn’t afraid to tell you to be still and let her do the work.

A grown up gets hers. A grown up takes hers.

I fuck like a grown up. Do you?

Happy holidays everyone. See you January 3.