Rough Sex Queen – A Girl’s First Fantasy Becomes Reality

Rough Sex Queen – My Long Time Secret Fantasy

Powerlessness was one of my first ever fantasies. “Sweet Savage Love” was hidden at the back of my closet and the back of my desire for the longest time. Ginny, the main character, was taken on a journey of erotic discovery by a dark, dangerous man. Trust me; most women love these themes. And, if someone tells you that’s not true, you can bet they are lying. In fact, I credit those books for making me a rough sex queen.

The dark stranger was beside me on the bed. Coming slowly out of a dream, I realized I’m awake, and someone really was here. Breathe, Chanel, just breathe. Desire curled in my belly, fueled by my naughty thoughts and horny body. I heard a faint rustle behind me, and then a thick arm appeared beside me on the bed.

Suddenly a weight held me down. Strong arms appeared on either side of my head, and a low voice next to my ear murmured, “I’ve been watching you.” Then, his strong arms and hard body were pressing me down. I gasped in adrenaline-fueled excitement. By that point, my hard and sensitive nipples were pressing against the mattress. The sounds of my breathy moans filled the quiet space of my bedroom. I could feel his hard length pressing against my ass. “I can smell your arousal,” he growled, that low, sexy voice making my stomach tighten. My faceless lover knew I was a rough sex queen.

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Oh God, that voice was pure sex. Of course, his husky voice filled my body with instant arousal. As my cunt filled with juice, I realized he was lifting so he could slide his zipper down. Suddenly his cock was pushing against my dripping cunt from behind. Roughly pushing my nightie up, he thrust deep into me from behind. “I need you to do exactly as I say.” Of course, there was no request for permission in his voice— only an implacable demand. I rolled my head sideways to allow him access.

His lips slid across the soft skin behind my ear, tongue flicking out to touch me; his teeth nipped the lobe, and I moaned, pressing back against him as the rough sex queen in me took over. Then, he rotated his hips. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” Unthinking, I spread my legs to give him better access and gasped loudly as he rammed himself harder into my hot cunt.

Was this really happening? My body bucked back against him. I cried out when his teeth sank into my shoulder. Then his fingers slid beneath the thin cotton and lace and stroked my wet skin, pulling at my tender opening in a way that had me moaning loudly against the mattress “Come for me,” he murmured. His fingers wrapped around my mouth. A naughty tongue rolled around my ear. Talented fingers began to flick my hard nub, and with a strangled cry, I came hard. Finally, my forehead dropped down to rest against the mattress.

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Startled out of my erotic daydream, I forget for a moment where I am. When I look around, I suddenly realize I’m alone in my bedroom. My phone is ringing. With a shaky hand and a throbbing pussy, I answer…  I gasp with arousal as a  sexy voice whispers, “Are you ready to really get fucked?”

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