I Had Never Known a More Phenomenal Love Until I Was “Fucked”!

I Had Never Known a More Phenomenal Love Until I Was “Fucked”!

By: CherylLynn

Having been in a twenty year relationship, I had known what it was like to make love; soft, tender, loving and intentional. When that relationship failed, I sought solace in a friend of two decades. I never thought of this person as a lover or even a love interest; he was a good friend and neither of us ever portrayed our relationship as anything but. When you have two people that want nothing more than a carnal sexual connection that’s where things get intriguing. I had never known a more phenomenal love until I was “Fucked”!

This sexual experience was not prospective. It was impulsive, instinctive, raw, intense, lustful and the most erotic, pleasurable moments of my entire life. This type of sex is the kind where you both fuck with your clothes still half on; that’s how much need and how greedy your bodies both are.

Everything about this lover was intoxicating and gratifying. His fingers and lips grazed me in all the right places at all the right times. I had no idea that a man would or could fathom how to touch me in one certain place using two methods at the same time. Don’t get me wrong, I dreamt about being touched that way but wasn’t aware that any man was cognitive or ingenious enough to think it up themselves without being guided.

His body type was even completely opposite of what I’d been accustomed to. He was tall and slender not overly built or muscular; just lean. His size was quite excessive and unconscionable; the shape, the length, the curve. It fit me in a way that I never quite envisaged or anticipated; penetrating and stretching me in ways only my wildest dreams conjured.  This lover opened, exposed and laid bare parts of my soul that were submerged and subsist dormant for far too long.

I always had viewed being “fucked” as a bad thing; deplorable, disrespectful, hurtful and leaving resentment and guilt. But, I found that my experience being “fucked” by a close friend and someone I had never ever envisioned in this way was phenomenal, endearing and satiating. Having known each other for so long, maybe our bodies just knew how to speak to one another. There was no need to communicate with our voices; our bodies did the talking and it was beyond gratifying.

I’d love to tell you that this persuaded an awe-inspiring love story, but it did not…not at first. After all, this was just someone I “fucked” not loved right? The truth of the matter is that it ended our friendship even though we tried adamantly to save it. I want to convey and convince you like a good, little girl that I regret my decision, but I DON’T…not even a little bit; the moments I shared with him were worth the silence that festered and plagued us. It’s was arduous to lose a lover of this magnitude I began to slowly but surely realize. My only solace as the silent months passed by was being aware of the undeniable chemistry sexually and emotionally that we had for one another. I knew deep in my soul that a dual attraction like that did not die.

Eventually, our paths crossed, and we were faced to force the irrefutable temptations that linked our two broken souls to submerge as one entity. Was this love…real love, “I can’t live without you, love”, “I can’t take a breath, love”? Was “he” my soulmate and after all these years, why now? We “fucked” but now we were approaching an alternate plain of emotion, of spiritual connection, longing, desire…the desire to explore one another, to expose one another, to reveal our truest, mind-altering, souls of one another. My heart felt full when he was near. His crystalline eyes were clear now…decisive, scorching my deepest longing and need for pure, unadulterated love; the kind of love you see in the movies…so passionate, so intense, so raw and tantalizingly gripping. What are the chances of your one-time lover becoming your one-time true love in it’s purest, sexiest and most fulfilling love of all?

We are conditioned, especially as women, to long for stability, a husband, and children and how to keep a good home from a very early age. We foresee the wedding gown, the reception, the birth of our unborn children and the white picket fence. But, what happens when that fence is not so white or picket? We always hear the saying, “The grass isn’t always greener on the other side.” But, what if the grass is fucking greener? How will you truly, truly know unless you attempt to walk on the lawn first? We often stay in unhappy, dormant and excruciatingly boring relationships for comfort, stability and security. We condemn and prevent ourselves from experiencing what could possibly be the most pleasurable experiences of our lifetimes. We don’t flirt with that cute co-worker, we don’t smile at that hot delivery man, we see “only a friend” when that “best friend” is your “best choice” but Why?? So, we don’t hurt someone? So, we can be selfless and not selfish? Fuck that! We NEED to be selfish… often. And, in the process of trying not to hurt someone else what is the likelihood that you are hurting YOU?   We need to allow ourselves to step outside of our comfort zones preferably before we get into them. These moments, experiences and self-indulgent acts may not always end up being our happier ever after’s, but they are worth the risk of taking. They mold us and make us who we are and undeniably guide us onto a path of what we should want and what we are “programmed” to want.

Live your life; make love, fall in love, fall out of love and simply just get “fucked” if that’s what you want without any regards to a double-standard. Experiment with your soul and find out what it really is that makes your spirit fly.

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