Feel Me, See Me

She's sick of being treated like glass. Every lover she's had spent more time worrying about how to touch her "gently" than getting her off, and it killed the vibe every time. So she called a few agencies, looked for guys who don't overthink and won't flinch when she says exactly what she wants. She hands over cash for honesty. They come in knowing the drill—no fumbling small talk, no tiptoeing around her eyes. They pin her down, grab a fistful of hair, smack her ass hard, fuck her deep until she's screaming and the headboard slams the wall. She calls out directions—harder, slower, right there—and they listen because she's the one paying. Blindfold on, wrists tied, legs spread wide, she comes again and again because nobody's holding back to protect her feelings. For once she gets raw, loud, dirty sex without anyone's pity getting in the way.