Angry Sex – As I sat ruminating on past events this year, it occurred to me that though this year has gone by so fast, it has been a very eventful one. If you are like me and you made a bucket list at the beginning of the year, how many things on that list have been ticked off? For me, I would say it has been a year of many firsts…so yes my bucket list has just a few things unticked and I look forward to ticking them off in the remaining days of this year.

I had an experience that was not on my bucket list but unforgettable nonetheless. I am talking about angry sex.

It’s something I’ve always been curious about. I gathered from my study that angry sex is often fueled by intense emotions and an adrenaline rush – both of which may make it easier for you to step out of your comfort zone when it comes to sex. So it’s usually less about romance and more about acting on your desires and urges.

Well, I had an episode that is worth sharing. It was one of those days…I guess I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. So I was grumpy all day.

My first victim was Mike. We had a huge misunderstanding in the morning and I took that anger out with me. Needless to say, it was a shitty day, and I assumed it was going to end that way.

When I got back in the evening, Mike was home already. The bickering continued as soon as I stepped foot in the apartment. Every conversation was a battle of words. It was like we were trying to outdo one another…neither of us wanted to give in. I stormed out and decided to go take a bath to calm my nerves.

Just as I undressed and wrapped the towel around me, Mike walked into the room. His presence got me started again. I began ranting about last night’s episode…that’s what started the fracas in the first place.

Mike walked up to me. I thought he was about to give me a piece of his mind, but he held me by the neck and kissed me…. It was a steamy kiss with a mixture of anger and domination. I was not expecting it, but I responded with equal passion, pouring out my frustration into the kiss.

He pushed me against the wall, while still kissing me, taking both my hands and pinning them against the wall. My towel fell to the floor. He kissed my neck, licked my ears, then he traced the line of my shoulder blades with his tongue, he moved lower till he got to my breasts.

He took one breast in his mouth and sucked on it like his life depended on it. I moaned in pleasure. It was all I could do because my hands were restricted.

With his second hand, he reached between my legs, slipping his middle finger in me…his finger was covered in my cream as he slid in and out, I was soaking wet. I couldn’t touch him because he held my hands still.

Then I heard him say: “You have been naughty… Daddy’s going to punish you….”

At this point I was losing control…he moved me to the bed, sat me down, and put his dick in my mouth. He shoved it down my throat…all the while chanting: “Who’s your daddy?” I sucked hard and fast, but he wasn’t going to pop so easy.

He grabbed both my breasts, squeezing them together, he put his dick between them, thrusting. Repeating over and over again: “Who’s your daddy?”

Just when I thought he was going to pop, he turned me over, got me on my knees, and penetrated me from behind. His moans were loud and his chants of “Who’s your daddy” were even louder.

He spanked my bum a couple of times as he continued to ride me…I couldn’t take it any longer, I climaxed with a shout of: “You are my daddy.” That seemed to do it for him because he exploded in me just then. We slept in each other’s arms and woke up as new.

Who says sex is not a healer? It sure healed us. At least for that day.

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