The Best Kind of Sex

The best kind of sex is the sex you didn’t know you would be having when you woke up that morning. The kind that blindsides you some idle Monday, because you thought he had a girlfriend, and you wouldn’t get to fuck him again for a very long time. And yes you said you were giving up casual sex, but really you meant you were giving up casual sex with idiots from the internet that you just met.

The best kind of sex is casual sex with a man you know really well, whom you have nostalgia and memories with. Who knows what you like, what to say and do. Sex where there’s no ‘what will this lead to?’, because you already played that scenario out, and he doesn’t want to be (metaphorically) tied down. The best kind of sex is sex with an ex, partly because it rhymes.

The best kind of sex is the sex where beforehand you have deep conversations, mixed with flirtation, and when you insult and tease each other, you start getting very turned on.

The best kind of sex is the sex where you’re really excited about playing chess first and you get drunk and play strip chess, (and you win). Even though you’ve seen each other naked loads of times, but he hasn’t seen your tits since they grew a whole cup size. And you’d forgotten just how beautiful his nipples are.

The best kind of sex is aggressive, filthy, and funny. Sex where he chokes you, and sticks his fingers down your throat. Where he pulls your nipples so hard that you scream, and he covers your mouth with his hand. The best kind of sex is the sex where he goes down on you, while you grab his hair, and you ride his mouth with your pussy. Then you kiss him and you can taste yourself on his lips, and you love the taste. The best kind of sex is the sex where Garbage is playing in the background, so you’re getting wine, kinky sex, and 90s nostalgia, and these are three of your favourite things in the whole world. 

The best kind of sex is the sex where his dick is really hurting you inside by hitting against your back wall, so you accidentally say ‘maybe you should just put it in the back hole instead’, and you instantly regret it, because you know that there’s no going back now.

The best kind of sex is the sex where you let him give you anal, even though you haven’t done it for so long, because you have that rule now about not receiving unless you’ve given first. But you break that rule for him, because he’s already been in your arsehole, in fact he was the last guy in your arsehole.

The best kind of sex is the sex where he fucks you in front of a mirror because he wants you to see yourself being abused. Sex where you hate it, but you love it, but you hate it, but you love it.

The best kind of sex is the sex where he falls off the bed and you can’t stop laughing, the sex where you accidentally push one of his balls back up inside him, so he looks really angry when he cums. The sex where he cums on your face, in your hair, and a little bit in one of your eyes.

The best kind of sex is the sex where he cuddles you after to comfort you after all the nasty things he did to your body. Where you can be gentle and spoon each other, and you sleep like this in a post sex glow.

The best kind of sex is the sex where you wake up in the morning and he wants to fuck you again, but you’re half asleep, so he wanks over your face. But it’s taking ages, and you accidentally start talking about recycling and contact lenses, which he tells you is not good sex talk, but you both laugh about it.

The best kind of sex is the sex where he wants you to wank him off instead, and says that most girls aren’t that good at it, but the way you do it feels amazing, so you give him one of the best hand jobs you’ve ever given, and he comes all over your tits, while looking and sounding like he just had the best orgasm of his life.

The best kind of sex is the sex where he says for some reason he thought it might be shit, but he had a great time, because he really has a way with words, and it reminds you of the backhanded compliment Hugh Grant gave you once about your stand-up.

The best kind of sex is the sex you can feel the next day (and the day after that). Sex where you’re hungover, and both your holes are throbbing. Sex where your whole body aches, where you ache in places you didn’t think it was possible to ache in after sex. Sex where you have the beginning of a bruise on your cheek from where he slapped you over and over, and when you get in the shower, your nipples sting under the water from how sore and swollen they are. Sex where while you’re typing this, you can feel the cystitis that you knew was coming.

The best kind of sex is the sex where it’s violent, painful, pleasurable, affectionate, intimate, and most of all – fun. The best kind of sex is the kind of sex you want to have all over again…