Petite Mort

 

There's something sacred about lying in bed, after catching your breath and feeling your heartbeats become normal again and watching your lover do the same.
Notice I said lover, and not just another random fuck.
I've heard about making love before, but I always thought it had something to do with rhythm and/or cheesy statements during the act. But I guess it's just about the person.
I will ride like a crazy jockey, sway my hips and scratch and moan like possessed by some desperate need and it's love.
Bites, marks, smacks, hair a mess and with every thrust it is love.
It is love.
And it is savage, and it is power, it is fulfillment, it is just great.
I love making love while fucking you to death.