My husband and I had been together for a year, plenty of time to get to know one another or so you’d think, but it’s amazing what can be hidden even from those closest to you. 

Our sex life was great even from the start. My husband was less experienced than me, having only been with two other women previous to me. As for me I’ve chosen not to add up the number of sexual excursions that I’ve been on. Although he wasn’t as experienced, my husband did manage to show me a few tricks he’d learned through the hours of porn he’d watched. In fact my husband was the first man to ever go down on me. Not that it hadn’t been offered before, but back then I was more into pleasing than being pleased. My husband has always been a gentle man especially during lovemaking. He was able to keep me satisfied, however there was something missing. Something I was ashamed to admit at first. 

The truth was bound to come out and so it did one night while we were drinking for the sole purpose of getting drunk. After we were both quite drunk we started to fool around. It was great to begin with- he was as gentle as usual and doing his best to please me. This time however it just wasn’t working. I knew in my heart what was missing, but I was afraid to tell him what I really wanted. Finally after several tries to get me turned on, he wanted to know what was wrong. It’s now or never, I thought to myself. 

“I want you to be rough with me,” I finally admitted. 

He asked me what I meant by rough so I confessed my dirty little secret. I liked to be dominated, but not merely the gentle hold me down honey kind of domination. I liked to be raped, I liked to fight back and know that the man is using nearly all his strength to control me. At first my husband was shocked to hear me say that I liked it that rough. He was a little apprehensive to say the least. He didn’t want to be too rough or not rough enough to satisfy me. After explaining to him that he only needed to be as rough as he felt necessary he seemed to be ok with my request. 

He held my hands above my head with one hand while the other began to grope and fondle my body. I began to fight and struggle to get away. The more I struggled the tighter his grip got. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter the more we struggled with each other. His left hand moved quickly as he undid the buttons from my shirt and pulled my blouse open. He smiled at the fact that I was wearing a bra that snapped in the front, it didn’t take long for him to expose my ample breasts. He began to slide his hand over to my right breast grabbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger he began to pinch it and gently pull it until it became hard and perky. He then repeated the processes on my left breast. 

I could feel his hot breath as his mouth moved toward my right breast. He began to suck and gently bite my nipple. The feeling was almost too intense. I began to struggle with all my strength, writhing