Even

Rough sex is new to me. Lucky I am a quick study.

It once would have taken me aback to be asked by a lover, as I was by Madeline, to slap her around during sex. I’m certainly an odd candidate to cast as the heavy, as violence is so alien to my nature.

As new lovers have schooled me in rough sex, I have come to understand that it is not about violence. It may borrow from the vocabulary of violence—spanking, choking, slapping—but applies those actions to the ends of giving pleasure.

These actions cause sensations, and for some people, those sensations release powerful feelings: a rush of endorphins, a delight in surrendering, a sense of being taken.

Since I am a “pleasure man,” I understand how that can work. So I meet my lover’s request by butching it up.

But even a bruiser like me wants it nice and easy sometimes.

I grew hard as I rested in Madeline’s arms. I rolled on to my back. “I want you to ride me,” I told her. “Real nice like. Okay, pretty lady?”

She took a condom and rolled it onto my cock. “You know,” she said. “This may surprise you, but this is the first time I have put a condom on a man.”

(This was the first time—and certainly not the last—that Madeline would use the phrase “this is the first time . . .” during the course of the weekend.)

She lowered her body onto mine. I was in her.

She rode me slowly at first, feeling my touch as I caressed her, opening the depth of her eyes to my stares, releasing my eyes to follow my hands in getting to know her body. Her gyration intensified as I cupped a breast in my mouth.

At one point, she moved her right hand to touch herself, fingering her clit to orgasm.

At another, she reached back to lift her buttocks, arching her back in orgasm.

I watched, logging these clues to her body’s sexual responses.

As we rested, I looked at my clock and wondered aloud, “How is that have you have been here all this time and you have still not given me head?”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” she replied, moving to rectify this oversight.

Her mouth was on me, deep and wet. She watched me through the hair falling in her face. She sensuously sucked me up and down, moaning as my pelvis lifted to push into her.

Her hand held the shaft of my cock as her head moved up and down on me. She jerked me as her mouth found my balls, licking down until she found my anus. She pushed back my legs and flicked me with her tongue.

“Unh, yes, eat my ass,” I moaned. She did, taking her time to enjoy how it affected me.

“Okay, now suck me more,” I writhed. She returned to my cock, taking it deep again as she slipped a finger in my ass.

She doesn’t yet know this about my body: my ass is ground zero of my body’s erogenous zones. It usually takes a lot of foreplay before anything goes there. She took it in one fell swoop; I let her have it.

I lifted my legs, putting them on her shoulders, resting my feet on her luscious hips. With this leverage, I could push my legs to rock her body back and forth, her mouth responding on my cock..

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and down as she swallowed me. I pushed her head down and held it there, forcing my cock deep into her throat.

Just as she had predicted: this excited her as much as it did me.

I pulled out and tossed her body over. I squatted on her chest and fucked her face. She lifted her head to take my cock as fast as I could feed it to her.

I was about to blow. I pulled out and came on her neck and chest.

“Now I’ve seen you cum too,” she said, grinning. “We’re even.”

“Even.” I collapsed by her side.

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