A Little Bit Of Rough: An Erotic Sex Story
It was one of those nights when I was feeling adventurous and hungry for something wild. I had just broken up with my long-term boyfriend recently, and I was eager to explore new experiences.
My friends suggested I try a bit of rough. They said that it could be a real thrill, and that it didn’t have to be dangerous. So, I decided to take their advice, and I found myself at a local brothel.
It was a small, unassuming place, tucked away in an alley. The walls were painted bright red and there were several doors, each one shut tight. I was wary and a little bit nervous, but the warm smile on the face of the receptionist soon put me at ease. She was friendly and welcoming, and she quickly found a suitable man for me to spend the night with.
His name was John, and he was tall and muscular with a beautiful face. He had a hint of mischief in his eyes, as though he knew exactly what I was here for.
John took my hand and guided me to the bedroom, where he began to kiss me passionately. Soon enough, his hands were all over my body, exploring every inch of me. He ravished me, making me gasp with pleasure as he touched me with tenderness and love, yet also with a bit of roughness.
He nibbled my neck and flicked his tongue across my nipples. His hands explored my body and his lips caressed my inner thighs. I was aching for more and I moaned in pleasure as he slowly licked and sucked me.
John then moved downwards, as he began to lick and suck my most intimate parts. He teased me mercilessly and I writhed beneath his touch, my pleasure intensifying with every tender stroke of his tongue.
My body quivered and I moaned louder and louder with each stroke, until I finally found ecstasy.
John then removed his clothes and lay atop me, his hardness pressing into my body. He thrust inside me and I gasped with pleasure as I felt every inch of him. His thrusts were slow and steady at first, but then he began to increase the intensity, pushing deeper and harder until I was quivering with delight.
John continued to thrust, his hips grinding against my body as he found his own pleasure. I was in a trance, the sensations taking over my body and my mind, until I finally found release.
When it was all over, John held me close and kissed me tenderly. We lay there for some time before he got dressed and left.
As I lay in bed afterwards, I felt a deep satisfaction. I had experienced something special and I would never forget it. I had experienced a little bit of rough, and I loved it.
