(satisfying) Reruns of the same old Dick

So now I get to tell all about Dick. First of all, he's the king of the assholes, he's got assholery down to an art form, he wins the Gold for Assholeness. For years while we were together, i knew this, and we both just did our best to cause the other misery. Which is why i'm glad it's over. However, I will say that one thing is my fault - the lack of good sex. I'm not an idealist. I know there's no such thing as happily ever after and knights in shining armor, and I get that a woman should tell her man what she wants rather than hope he figures it out on his own. I was always very vocal about what I wanted Dick to do for me, in all ways - except in bed. For some reason I thought that if I TOLD him how I wanted to be fucked, it would take all the passion out of it. I just Expected him to know how I like it and to do it to me right. With some prodding and hints, I am guessing he caught on to a lot of my ways through the years, and sex with him before the breakup was always very satisfying, though staid and rather 'vanilla' . Then we broke up. The first time we fucked after the breakup was awkward and hot in that I knew he had a girl and I was the other woman. But the second time we fucked, I had a feeling I wouldn't be fucking him many more times since he was getting in deep with his girl and I figured his moral code would stop his visits soon. (obviously, his moral compass points in whatever direction gets his dick laid, lucky for me)
We were smoking in the living room, me straddling his lap, him kissing hits back into my mouth, when he asked me if he was good in bed. I guess his girly had him wondering, since she was a regular sort of girl and took more than ten seconds of sex to cum. I told him he was pretty good but nothing to write home about not wanting him to get a swelled head. He asked me what he could do to make it better. I don't know what possessed me, maybe it was that I was incredibly high - but I just out-and-out told him to, "Fuck me Hard. Rough. Honestly, a little pain drives me wild." And more than that, I told him, "take charge." He just sort of nodded knowingly and pushed me off of him and started for the bed. When we arrived in the bedroom, he told me to get on the bed, and I gave him a look, so he sort of threw me on it.
Now Dick was always good in bed, but he was also a gentle sort of lover, always quietly inquiring if this or that felt good, did I want more touching, kissing, etc. He was never a forceful sort. His immediate change into a take-charge type at first confused me, and I balked, shoving against his chest as he crawled up over me and began tugging my clothes off. He grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the bed and said, "You don't tell me what to do anymore,"
Oh man, I about moaned in ecstasy right there. See, I'm in control in all areas of my life - certainly I always was in charge of 'us'. So what turns ME on the most is when a guy TAKES control away from me. In a sense it's like to me his desire is so great for me he can no longer give a fuck what I want, he's taking my body for his pleasure right then and there . . . and knowing my body can give him such desire and pleasure . . . Oh God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it . . . and after a non-scientific poll of my friends, this appears to be a theme for us women who are in control of our households. Any male readers, take note!
Anyways, FINALLY after seven years of good sex, this man fucks me down so hard that i'm left at the end just kind of trembling and whimpering a bit. I was in openmouthed shock at how good it was. I mean, he TOOK control. Left bite marks on my thighs, bent me over the bed, anal, oral, you name it, I got fucked down proper. Add to that that he's talking dirty to me the whole time and interjecting comments of "God, you're so hot" to stroke my ego, and I was awash in feelings of immense satisfaction. The man doesn't know it, but he could have me wrapped around his little finger with sex that good. Which is why I don't tell every other guy i'm with how to do me right - the last thing I need is to be dickwhipped in my next relationship.
And he's done it that way every time since, and we've rendezvoused at least once a week since our breakup, which is slim pickins in my book, but after all he's got another girl to attend to. He's complained some about his dick being tired but yet never failed to leave me so doped up on love I don't even think about sex for days afterward unless it's foisted upon me. He has admitted to putting HER off on Saturday nights with the admonishment that he was tired from being out in the sun at the kid's sports event. (he goes with ME to the events - his idiot girl drops him off at my house for the events, cause she has to work. idiot.) All the while, he comes over, tells me all the things I always wanted to hear for the whole time we were together - i'm beautiful, i'm hot, i'm sexy, he loves and misses me - he's even made unfavorable comparisons between me and Tatum, being that I'm skinny and amazingly hot in bed and how fucking her is a 30 minute chore. All things he didn't have to say to me to get me in bed - many of them said after we'd fucked. And then he gets up, puts his clothes on (after a shower to get off my smell) and grabs his phone and goes back to her, leaving me both loved up and confused. Which is why he wins the gold for assholery. I've tried to stop, honestly I have, but I would be willing to bet that if any of YOU found a man who made you cum two hundred times every time you had sex, YOU would sleep with him every time the opportunity arose, unhealthy emotions tied into it or no. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .
With luck, Dick will have some, ah, "visitation" with his kid tomorrow . . . here at my house . . . one can only hope, i've had a bitch of a week. A fantastic dicking-down sounds wonderful. Readers: please feel free to leave comments on my posts, there should be a link at the bottom of each post . . .
Until I sin again . . .
~A