A touch of rock in your song
When you hear a rock song, what kind of sex suits it? In my taste, that should be a partner who gives fast pace and hard kind of pump inside of my holy hole of pleasure — somebody who bites your lips and got you scream so fucking loud. In case you haven’t heard of this song, i recommend you to listen to a song called ‘Détourné’ by The Sigit. Aside from the fact that it was one of his favorite song, this song may offer you a better picture (and vibe) of this chapter.
I couldn’t quite recall our first fuck since we’ve had lots of sessions. We fucked after work, before sleep, morning call, and even during class break. Fucking was like our main meal. Even if one session might ended up after 1–2 hour, we seemed to be tireless. I love the moment i sat on his lap while having cigarettes together with him — facing the window before the sun set. I had him sniffing the back of my neck which ALWAYS drove me insane.
Among countless sessions, the one i fancy the most was the time we were drinking together while watching Lana Del Rey’s Born to Die music video. I barely wore anything beneath an over-sized shirt. As i sang along, he looked at me with his hyena eyes before he dragged me toward him and shook his motherfucking fingers inside of my womb. Those lightning speed took me almost so heavenly. Then he moved me to the edge of his bed and rocked me like no one else. I hardly held my moans, tho. I got my first cum in missionary at that day — which no one had ever done before. Cumming is one of my complex. If one could make me cum in missionary position, that should be considered an impressive achievement.
Don’t you guys wonder why did i keep him as my friend with benefit for a pretty long time? Do not say something cheesy like strings attached LOL. Aside from the fact about his skill in bed, he was a fun person to get along with. We did stupid ‘lil things together as friends — like getting not sober in a concert or painting his mirror with my lipstick. His sassy-rather-cocky attitude could eventually appreciate my body — which surprised me a bit at the beginning. We took time to appreciate our bodies in front of the mirror while he lightly rubbed his cock against my butt LMAO. He also talked about his passion in music and how he loved his band-mates. I mean, this dude might be that bad-ass who just loved sex and getting not sober, but he was quite brilliant in classes and he had been working on his passion. Moreover he wasn’t some asshole who underestimated others on daily basis. He was a decent example of ‘Do not judge a book by its cover’. While writing this chapter, i’m assured that he is still one of the top list among all the guys i have ever fucked. I hope you can conclude that skill wasn’t the main thing i consider in sex. It is attitude and just basically how you appreciate your partner in a decent way.
