Rough sex I’ll never forget

Well this is a first…. Traci, wanted to share a story about our night of rough sex but didn’t want it posted on her couples profile. She asked me to post it for her instead….

Traci’s story

I wasn’t planning on meeting anyone that night.

I was in Sydney from Melbourne for business and had checked into the Hilton earlier that day. The Marble Bar downstairs looked like the perfect spot for a quiet drink after a long flight and meetings. Heritage marble, soft dim lighting, and the live band playing classic favourites made it feel intimate and relaxed.

Then I saw him.

He was a few stools down the long marble bar. Our eyes met and held. There was no polite glance away. Something electric passed straight through me. He smiled…confident but warm… and I felt my stomach flip. Before I could talk myself out of it, he picked up his drink and came over.

“Mind if I sit here? The view just got a hell of a lot better.”

I laughed, surprised at how easily it came out. “Smooth. I’m Traci.”

“I’m Mark.”

We talked for over an hour while the band played behind us. I told him I was only in Sydney for a couple of days on business. The conversation was easy and flirty. Every time his hand brushed mine or our knees touched under the bar, a little spark went through me. I kept reminding myself I wasn’t looking for anything this trip.

But the longer we sat there, the harder it was to ignore the pull between us. The way he looked at me made my skin feel too warm.

When the band took a short break, I found myself saying the words before I could second-guess them.

“I’m actually staying right upstairs. My room is literally a few floors up. Want to come up for one more drink? No expectations… but I’m not ready for this to end yet.”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Lead the way.”

The elevator ride up was thick with tension. The second the door to my room closed behind us, the air changed.

He stepped in close, one hand sliding around my waist while the other cupped the back of my neck, and kissed me like he’d been holding back all night. It was deep, hungry, and I moaned into his mouth before I could stop myself. His hands were firm… gripping my hips, then my ass, pulling me hard against him. I could feel how turned on he already was.

I barely had time to think before he spun me around and pinned me face-first against the wall. His hand slid between my legs from behind and found me already soaked. Two thick fingers pushed inside me while his thumb worked my clit in firm, confident circles. I pushed back against his hand, biting my lip.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my ear.

“I’ve been wet since you sat down at the bar,” I admitted breathlessly.

He worked me until my legs started shaking, then pulled his fingers out and led me straight to the big king bed.

He laid me on the bed and stripped me the rest of the way. The look in his eyes when he saw me naked made me feel incredibly desired. He climbed between my thighs and sank into me in one smooth thrust. The stretch was perfect.

He pinned both my wrists above my head with one strong hand and gripped my jaw with the other, forcing me to look at him as he started fucking me deep and steady.

“Look at me while I fuck you.”

I nodded, already lost in it. “Yes… fuck, yes.”

He shifted higher, grinding against my clit with every thrust, and I felt the pressure building fast. Then he hooked his arms under my knees and folded my legs back toward my head, pinning me open. The new angle was deeper, tighter. Every stroke hit that perfect spot inside me. I couldn’t do anything but take it and I loved it.

When he leaned down and nibbled my ear and bit my shoulder, I cried out, the sharp sensation mixing perfectly with the deep pounding.

After a few intense minutes he flipped me over.

“On your hands and knees.”

I moved without thinking. He gripped my hips hard and pulled me back onto his cock. The first few thrusts were deep and deliberate. Then he started spanking me… firm, rhythmic slaps that made me gasp and push back harder. Every spank sent a jolt straight to my clit.

He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled my head back just enough to arch me beautifully while he kept fucking me. The combination of the grip, the spanking, and the deep strokes had me moaning nonstop.

“Spank me again,” I heard myself beg.

He did… and harder. I came hard like that, shaking and clenching around him, the orgasm rolling through me in waves.

He didn’t stop. He pushed me flat onto my stomach, straddled my thighs, and slid back inside. His body weight pinned me down completely. One arm wrapped under me to grip my breast hard while the other stayed tangled in my hair, holding my head turned so he could bite the back of my neck and shoulders. I felt completely trapped beneath him… used in the hottest possible way, as I pushed my ass up to meet every thrust.

He reached under my hips and rubbed my clit while he ground deep. I came again, face buried in the pillow, body trembling uncontrollably.

He rolled us so I was on top. I tried to ride him, but he took control immediately, gripping my hips and slamming me down onto him while he thrust up hard. Then he pulled me down onto his chest, one hand gripping my ass hard and spreading me open, the other on the back of my neck, holding me close while he fucked up into me with powerful strokes.

“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered.

I obeyed. He planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting up with everything he had…. deep, vigorous, using his whole body. Both hands gripped my ass now, lifting and slamming me down in rhythm with his powerful upward strokes. I was completely at his mercy, bouncing on his cock, and I’d never felt more turned on in my life.

He reached between us and rubbed my clit while he kept pounding up into me. I came again with a broken cry, nails digging into the headboard, my whole body shaking.

That pushed him over the edge. He flipped me back onto my hands and knees one last time, gripped my hips hard, and fucked me with deep, relentless strokes. spanking me, pulling my hair, manhandling my body exactly where he wanted it.

When he came, buried deep inside me with a guttural groan, I came with him, my pussy clasping g him tightly.

We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap on the big bed. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead, then my lips… softer now, almost tender after everything.

“That was…” I started, then laughed breathlessly. “I wasn’t looking for that this trip. But holy fuck.”

“Same,” he said, still catching his breath. “One look at you at the bar and I was done for.”

We lay there talking quietly for a while, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. Eventually he got us water from the mini bar and we exchanged numbers before he left.

I lay in the big hotel bed after he was gone, body still humming, a satisfied smile on my face.

One look across the marble bar while the band played downstairs. That’s all it took.

I wasn’t looking for anything this trip.

But I was already hoping he’d text me before I flew back to Melbourne.