rough sex: how rough?

dolf

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in your ideal rough fuck, just how rough would it be? where do you draw the line between fucking hot and just plain fucked up? have you lived your fapping fantasies? how close have you come to what you daydream about? have you ever crossed your own lines? does a dark part of you lust to cross those lines? or does the idea of rough sex of any description leave you cold?

confess your sins!
 
Not too rough but rough enough.

Don't think I could hit her in the face. Least not with close fist.

I do enjoy her discomfort though. At least to the point that she was once squirming in overwhelmingly orgasmic sensations but now she's whimpering and trying to buck me off because her cervix is getting bashed. I also enjoy really leaning into her, putting my full weight onto her back, pushing her into the mattress or rug or... as I fuck her upthrust bottom. So all really normal banal stuff.
 
I've crossed them. Usually it comes with misjudging the moment or the partner. The events themselves are not 'confession' fodder. That the line was crossed was immutably detrimental to the 'relationship'. The err can come from either side - or in my case once, both. The difference between rough and wrong can be at a razor's edge - literally. If that sounds a bit towards vanilla then, it is as intended.
 
I enjoy the range... but there's very little that I won't do with/to a willing partner.

I knew a lovely librarian many years ago who would come as soon as I punched her in the eye while fucking her.
 
I've crossed my boundaries twice. It was a few years between them. The first time I was too stupid to call a halt and wound up really hurt. The second time I had given up and I didn't care if he hurt me.

Needless to say I'm not in that place anymore.
 
Rough, but not too rough. Too many nuances to explain accurately, but if he's got a fist full of hair and I am pinned down, I am a happy partner. I hate being called bitch or spoken to harshly, but a whisper of "it's time to come my little slut" in my ear can really send me over the edge. A good partner will discuss such things in advance and read the situation before proceeding into potentially brutal territory. One woman's hair yank is another woman's restraining order. Communication. It's a good thing.
 
the full range of STD tests should be preformed, before there is anal bleeding.
tongue in cheek, but really. i am finicky with what my body wants and needs. i'm not a fan of verbal humiliation and degradation. bruises. pain the next day or two. can't walk to bed after. that's nice. not every time. it's like dessert. i have crossed the line. i didn't want to come back. that's not a safe place for me.
 
Not too rough but rough enough.

Don't think I could hit her in the face. Least not with close fist.

I do enjoy her discomfort though. At least to the point that she was once squirming in overwhelmingly orgasmic sensations but now she's whimpering and trying to buck me off because her cervix is getting bashed. I also enjoy really leaning into her, putting my full weight onto her back, pushing her into the mattress or rug or... as I fuck her upthrust bottom. So all really normal banal stuff.
it's the opposite of banal.
I've crossed them. Usually it comes with misjudging the moment or the partner. The events themselves are not 'confession' fodder. That the line was crossed was immutably detrimental to the 'relationship'. The err can come from either side - or in my case once, both. The difference between rough and wrong can be at a razor's edge - literally. If that sounds a bit towards vanilla then, it is as intended.
i hate you! you pique my curiosity, then draw a line under it. i need to know!
a razor's edge... that's where the thrill is at though, right?
I enjoy the range... but there's very little that I won't do with/to a willing partner.

I knew a lovely librarian many years ago who would come as soon as I punched her in the eye while fucking her.
this shit stopped surprising me years ago, you dirty fucker. once i found your furry suit i knew there were no depths of depravity to which you would not stoop.
I've crossed my boundaries twice. It was a few years between them. The first time I was too stupid to call a halt and wound up really hurt. The second time I had given up and I didn't care if he hurt me.

Needless to say I'm not in that place anymore.
i'm picking up a degree of self blame, rather than just an acknowledgement of part responsibility. am i reading too much into that?
 
Rough, but not too rough. Too many nuances to explain accurately, but if he's got a fist full of hair and I am pinned down, I am a happy partner. I hate being called bitch or spoken to harshly, but a whisper of "it's time to come my little slut" in my ear can really send me over the edge. A good partner will discuss such things in advance and read the situation before proceeding into potentially brutal territory. One woman's hair yank is another woman's restraining order. Communication. It's a good thing.
i think that's most people's idea of what rough sex should be. more vanilla with a twist than full on pervert. makes me want to pull your hair :)
the full range of STD tests should be preformed, before there is anal bleeding.
tongue in cheek, but really. i am finicky with what my body wants and needs. i'm not a fan of verbal humiliation and degradation. bruises. pain the next day or two. can't walk to bed after. that's nice. not every time. it's like dessert. i have crossed the line. i didn't want to come back. that's not a safe place for me.
didn't want to come back?
 
I'm good with it as long as I don't get punched or bleed. A little pain is a nice counterpart to pleasure. Slap my ass and pull my hair and I'll be over the edge in no time
 
this shit stopped surprising me years ago, you dirty fucker. once i found your furry suit i knew there were no depths of depravity to which you would not stoop.

There's a limit to even my depravity;
Next time, just ask me before doing that chicken dance thing...

Although the feathers you glued to your ass were kind of funny.
 
I've gone to my limit, but hers was a bit more than mine. I couldn't bring myself to do the choking or face slapping that she wanted. At that point, it would be more violence than sex and it just didn't feel like a line I wanted to cross.

But it was hot as hell. The danger to me was the need to keep crossing that line.
 
All girls like it hard. All girls like it rough, even if they do not know it yet. Rarely will they tell you you how rough. It is a fine line trying to find out. I tend to err on the side of caution while getting as close as possible. I do not find being rough a great turn on in itself, I find turning them on to the maximum potential the biggest thrill. So crossing the line would suck for them and me......
 
I would go with Sinny's and Scout's explanations, adding only that part of the fun for me is pushing my boundaries.

Not to get too bogged down in BDSM jargon, but everybody has hard limits and soft limits. It's fun to push those soft limits once in a while.

I never thought I'd enjoy or even allow myself to be gagged or slapped in the face. It can be hot as hell with the right partner.
 
When it comes to taboo territory, thinking about it is half the fun.

A dirty mind is a wonderful thing to taste.


in your ideal rough fuck, just how rough would it be? where do you draw the line between fucking hot and just plain fucked up? have you lived your fapping fantasies? how close have you come to what you daydream about? have you ever crossed your own lines? does a dark part of you lust to cross those lines? or does the idea of rough sex of any description leave you cold?

confess your sins!
 
i'm picking up a degree of self blame, rather than just an acknowledgement of part responsibility. am i reading too much into that?

Definitely some self-blame there. I knew I wasn't in a good place, I knew I shouldn't have let him go that far and while he knew it too it was me who failed to put a stop to it.

These days I'm mostly vanilla with a good hard yank.
 
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