This chapter switches between the narrator narrating and describing her significant others traits and qualities etc, to her admiring the sex she has had in the distant and near past. These are diary entries of hers.
March 9, 2022
Yesterday, I had some of the best sex of my life. I felt sore as I knew he was done with me, but that was until he started cumming in my ass. I didn't even get to process his raw cock violently penetrating me from behind at lightning speed as he came only seconds after entering me. Come to think of it, I'm still sore right now. And I think I will be for a long time especially since I haven't gotten a break, and I won't get a break in a long while.
When his hot heavenly sperm filled both my pussy and my ass multiple times, all I could do was lie there with my ass in the air and my face buried into the soaking wet mattress. I lied there sexually fulfilled, letting him treat me like a sex craved woman desperate for it. I actually was, because it wasn't even enough when the day before, we fucked liked we had never before; I got thrusted into the walls and windows and desks in his office; ruining the beds and couches and counters until everything fell off of them. I had hoped the walls from the time in the hotel were soundproof, but due to the knock on the door from the hotel staff, I knew they were paper thin and sensitive. It was a very productive day.
I have known him for so long, so I feel like I know everything about him, personally and sexually. Maybe this is an exaggeration, but he felt like a sex god sent from above, and I was beyond lucky to have him all to myself. Of course my eyes buldged out of my face when I saw the pictures he sent me online a few years back. His cock was huge, unhuman. But in person, it is different. The camera was an insult to him as in real life, I knew huge was an understatement. He has a nice penis, it's actually decent looking (which is rare). I find him to be a nice man, he always has been. But is it bad to say that sometimes I think that he and his cock are like two different beings?
It's like when he fucks he turns into a different person, a man that is above professional at sex. But when we're not fucking, which is very little of the time, I rarely, but sometimes think of him as a different person. Still over the top sexy, but sexy in a different way. A way where he doesn't get called sexy only after screwing me for days. But instead the kind of sexy where I find it attractive when he works or cooks or removes his suit jacket or gets frustrated. Still, I think my brain goes a bit overboard even when he does the most normal human things, because I get turned on or feel like I've re-fallen in love even when he does something as simple as open a door for me or listens to me while I ramble.
I've always liked his manliness. He's masculine but in a regular respectful masculine way, not too cocky or overly confident in everything. But I must admit, he gets cocky when we have sex, but that is something I don't mind because part of me wants to be proven wrong or guilty or even disrespected while having sex. When we fuck, I like to piss him off or say the wrong things so he can prove to me that he is always right (might I add he does it in the most extreme ways.) If that isn't cocky I don't know what is. Though he is a gentleman, I undoubtedly like it when he treats me rough during sex. When we first met, I told him that I wouldn't mind for him to call me names or put me to use in a harsh but still pleasurable way.
He agrees, he likes it. He likes being the one in control. He's sweet and nice, but he doesn't hesitate to show that that is not all there is to him. He doesn't like being told what to do or how to do it. He doesn't like being underestimated or lied to, so I provoke him. And as a result I get unforgettable and unimaginable sex. And he gets the same in return, all while letting me know that I've made a mistake by doubting him. And he gets to be cocky without judgment, but rather appreciation. It's a win-win situation.
When we're not fucking, I want to, badly. That's why at that moment yesterday, and every other time in our relationship, I feel like his dick was godsent, like it was not meant for a person like me. Of course I appreciate his other qualities, and he appreciates mine, but even after years of being together, it's like our sex drive has only dialed down by 1%. The sex really hasn't gotten old, because when he charged into me, I threw my head back and I couldn't even scream as even my voice box was in shock from how good he was. We've been together for a long time and he still feels brand new.
