Why I Love to Be F**ked Hard

Sometimes—oftentimes—I need to get really pounded. 

I need to get thrust all over the bed, I need to be grabbing sheets and bed frames and chair backs for ballast so I don’t go flying.

I need a man to show me just how wild and powerful and relentless he can be.

I especially need the hard stuff when something is stuck in me and I’m looking for a way to dislodge it.

It could be a specific emotion that’s just lingering below the surface, like anger or sadness.

I need someone to hold me down and fuck me.

The best lovers do this for each other.

You hold each other down and love the fuck out of each other.

And fuck the shit out of each other—and by this I mean headboard-slamming sex and I also mean that by fucking each other with such intense love and admiration, you literally fuck the demons out of them.