I‘ve been fucking this girl the past few weeks, and let me tell you what, it’s a lot better than masturbating. I was on a pretty serious post-college losing streak, so she’s been the outlet for a lot of pent-up frustration. I’ve already broken skin twice. Once was from smacking her ass too hard while I was doing her doggy-style a few nights ago, and the other was from a bad rug burn she got when we were fucking on her living room rug missionary. I’ve got matching rugburns on my knees. The latter occurred this past Tuesday. I ended up cleaning a blood stain off the rug from that one while she watched the season finale of her favorite show. Ain’t I a nice fucking guy? Also this past Tuesday.

More fun was a little over a week ago when we figured out tennis shoes gave me more traction on the rug. See, the first night we tried it where she was laying down on the bed and I was standing up on the floor, but my feet kept slipping on the rug so we scrapped that. Asics solved the problem later.

My first impression of her as a feminist was she’d be a boring lay… not really into dick, wanting me to clean the carpet all the time, etc etc etc. But, obviously, those conceptions turned out to be wrong.

She’s into the aggro. Biting… scratching… clawing… biting… hair-pulling… all the fun shit… and she loves to suck the dick. Lest you think I’m selfish, I don’t mind cleaning the carpet either.

To do:

The beauty of all this is ground rules were laid out beforehand. It’s a friends-with-benefits situation. HIGHLY recommended. Hell, she’s even been paying for the condoms.