I’ve never really got the attraction of angry sex. I mean,I get it. As an author I kinda pride myself on understanding things I don’t necessarily experience or know personally. But yeah, the idea of angry sex doesn’t compute for me.
The closest I get is when I’m being hit with certain things that cause a ‘how dare you!’ kind of reaction in me and I whine and humph in response.

Until today.

I was laying in bed, reading, the house quiet, the world quiet, my brain a buzz. And I just casually recognised I fancied a wank. I grabbed my little satisfyer traveler, which seems to be just the right kind of clit sucker for me and the build of my vulva, and clicked it on.

I’m a very story driven person. I can’t just wank for the sake of it. I need a fantasy. So I conjured up a well known celebrity and imagined him fucking me hard and whispering dirty things to me.

Then someone popped into my head. Someone I’m really angry with right now. Someone I have enjoyed wonderful kinky sexy times with and I heard his voice in my mind whispering.

“Good girl.”

It made me so angry, I wanted it to go away so intensely that I bit my own hand in an attempt to get the fucker to fuck right off and let me enjoy my wank time. But that made it worse as I remembered a time when he was hitting me and I stopped myself crying out by biting my hand.

Just as I contemplated giving up and just crying a thought flittered through my mind, something I’d read a few days earlier, paraphrased.

“No one can take away the dances you’ve already danced.”

And so I embraced the memory. It’s a damn good memory, it’s sexy and kinky and it has all the things I love. I remembered the impacts,I remembered the fucking and I groaned and squealed and I moaned as I let all the anger and fuck you I was feeling feed the orgasm growing inside me.

I came with a loud scream which I silenced with the hand I’d earlier bitten .

And when I caught my breath, I looked down at my hand to see the red mark there.
The anger no longer throbbing so viscerally inside me.
But slightly stinging like the bite mark on the back of my hand.

 

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