I want to be fucked like that…
- Mar 30
- 2 min read
An After-Dark Reflection by Heather Riley
There’s a certain kind of horny that doesn’t just sit between your legs—it presses behind your eyes.
That’s where I was tonight. Not needy. Not desperate. Just… hungry.
Hungry for the kind of fucking I haven’t had in a long time.
The kind where I don’t have to ask for it.
Where I don’t have to perform.
Where someone just wants to use my body until we both come undone.
I’ve had clients who’d spend hours on me.
Who loved my multi-orgasmic body and made it their personal mission to watch me fall apart.
I’ve been fingered into full-blown explosions.
Held in place and eaten until I begged to be fucked.
I’ve straddled someone’s thigh and ground my clit into them like it was my job…
Because if I was going to fuck someone? I was going to come.
Tonight, I started slow—just casually horny, browsing through old content, teasing myself with memories.
Then I pulled up PornHub and searched something messy, something real: “fucked bareback.”
I knew it’d lead me to something dark, something dirty.
The first few videos were too much, too fake, too clinical.
But then I saw her.
She was beautiful. Soft, flushed, letting it happen.
Not performing. Not moaning like it was scripted.
She was on top of him—but he was doing the fucking.
His hips moving up into her.
His hands pulling her arms behind her back.
His mouth kissing her shoulder, groaning into her skin like she was the best thing he’d ever felt.
And that’s when I reached for my vibrator.
Still in my panties.
Just pressed it right against my clit.
Not to finish—but to start the spiral.
I teased myself. Took it off. Put it back.
Watched the way his body moved.
Listened to the way he moaned—not her. Him.
He was fucking her like he couldn’t stop.
And I wanted that so bad I started shaking.
I wanted to be held down.
I wanted to be fucked through.
I wanted a man to look at me like this is what I need.
Like I’m the place he wants to lose control.
And then I came.
I came so hard I forgot what I was even thinking about.
I had questions, maybe even plans.
But the second that orgasm hit, everything left me.
I was just there—wet, shaking, soft, and full of that blissful nothingness that only happens when you don’t hold back.
I don’t even remember what video I was on.
I just know my pussy was throbbing, my vibrator was buzzing, and my mind went blank.
That’s what I needed.
Not a fantasy. Not a script.
Just something real.
And now?
I’m laying here…
Still turned on.
Still wanting.
Still remembering every man who’s ever held me down and fucked me like he had to.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll write about him next time.
Want to hear more of my real stories?
Want to know the names I moan when I think I’m alone?
Or book a night you’ll write about in your own head forever.
Heather Riley
The Gentleman’s Choice Companion
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