Why getting into an argument with your lover is ideal, however not-so-frequent and fleeting

He and I are arguing…

I’m headed out the door and unexpectedly, i find him pulling me to himself, he starts kissing me and carries me up to straddle him while our mouths are still fused together.

I feel my bag slide down my shoulders, I’m both mortified and insanely aroused.

He sets me down on a work table not so gently, hikes my skirt up, pulls my panties down so aggressively, i’m pretty sure it sustained tears in several places; then he rams into me and proceeds with thunderous plunges i can literally feel his dick assaulting my guts.

I’m screaming from surprisingly painful pleasure.

In a heartbeat, I’m on my belly, gripping the edges of the table and moaning so loudly, i start to laugh at our sheer barbarism.

This nigga takes turns, pulling my hair from behind, slapping my butt cheeks and squeezing my breasts, i feel my legs giving way underneath me.

I cry out a painful release and he holds me firmly in place still thrusting till he finally shudders his release.

He continues thrusting slowly, leaning on me now. I try to catch my breath while scheming our next argument, trying not to show how pleasurable this experience was, and wondering what exactly we were arguing about in the first place.

P.S: You might want to argue your way into 2022…