Tonight Was Just Too Much To Handle

I’ve always been attracted to a bit of rough play and tonight was no exception. My fiancé, Mark, came into the bar looking for his usual booth right after I got off work. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up like Christmas lights, and we both knew what was coming next. We didn’t even have time to sit down before he pulled me behind a closed door at the back of the bar where no one could see us. The moment our lips met, I felt his hands slide under my shirt, grabbing hold of my ass as if to say, 'You’re mine tonight.' His grip was tight and demanding, like he needed to mark territory or something primal like that. We tumbled onto an old couch behind the bar’s office, clothes flying everywhere. Mark wasn’t playing around, he had me down on all fours, lifting my dress up over my head as if it were made of air. I felt his fingers digging into my hips as he positioned himself from behind, and when he entered me, there was no mistaking what this moment was about: raw, unfiltered passion without a care in the world. He pounded against me with a ferocity that left bruises later but also a deep sense of satisfaction. It was exhilarating to feel so completely desired by him, there’s nothing like being pushed up against a wall or held down on a hard surface to remind you just how much someone wants you. Even as my legs shook and the world around us blurred, I knew tonight would go down in history for both of us as something we’d never forget.