Read The Feminist and the F Buddy

Written by FatalPrincess

First try at third-person POV.
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Feminists are known to be ruthless when it comes to the topic that they abhor most: men (duh, they’re feminists; female…femme…okay, I’ll stop). But have you ever wondered how they react towards sex?

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“Sex is primarily ‘woman’ in nature.”
“What are you getting at Kitch?”
Kitch flipped her hair and continued, “All I’m saying is that a woman can live without sexual partners, yet guys think about sex every six seconds.”
“Funny how you put six and sex together.”
“I’m serious!” she said, glaring at him. “Besides, what girl would want it more than any guy?
“So, you’re telling me no girl ever really wants it.” He shook his head at her from his spot in his favorite chair causing his glasses to fall down his nose a little and reveal his dark brown eyes. Kitch couldnt help but remember their kiss that hot summer afternoon. His lips were so soft and urgent, his tongue so gentle but commanding. She could feel her nipples harden beneath her white shirt just from the memory and the thought of repeating that kiss. And more. Much much more.
“Well, yeah. I guess.”
“So, again, you’re telling me that you’ve never really wanted it? You’ve never been really turned on before and needed it?”
Kitch stared at him wordlessly, barely managing to shake her head in the negative.
He smiled. “You’ve never felt arousal pulsing between your thighs, wetness drenching your panties, making your whole body ache for release?”

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She crossed and uncrossed her legs beneath her skirt as he spoke, entirely forgetting to respond to him.
“K…?”
Before either of them knew what was happening, he had practically leapt from his chair, tackling her on their couch. Their lips connected with a fervent passion that put the hazily recalled kiss to shame. His tongue slid into her mouth, filling every inch of it, as his hands began to work down her body, familiarizing himself with her curves. Kitch kissed back with every ounce of passion in her, moaning loudly into his mouth when his hands slid over her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Overcome by the rush of heat between her legs, Kitch wrapped herself around him, grinding into his hardness. They groaned in unison as they connected through layers of denim and cotton, each feeling the all consuming need for release.
Kitch whispered his name as his lips left her own to glide down her neck while his hands moved under her skirt to remove her thong. As he held her soaking wet undies in his hand he pulled away and smirked at her.
“You’re pretty wet for a girl whos never needed it before, Kitch.”
“Not ‘never needed’. Just…” She stopped as his smile grew. He slid a finger inside of her. Her hips lifted to meet his hand, her head thrown back into the cushions of the ratty old couch.
For a brief moment, she wondered how far this little game would go, but all thought ceased when she felt her own hands move to the zipper on his jeans on their own, forgetting that she had a boyfriend waiting for her back home. She maneuvered a small hand inside of his jeans and undies and wrapped her fingers around his hardened manhood.
“Ohh…fuck, Kitch.” His voice was barely above a strangled whisper as she began to stroke him up and down, using the precum liberally oozing from his dick to lubricate her movement.
He could have cried when she pulled her hand away.
“K… Please”
“Please, what, Kitchy?” She knew that he wanted it as badly as she did, but he was teaching her a lesson today.
“Please… fuck me K! Please…” Kitch knew K was startled by how quickly she responded, but before he could speak, her hands pushed his jeans and undies down his legs and onto the floor.
Before he even had time to think about his next move, Kitch had used every bit of strength in her body to push him over so that he sat normally on the couch while she straddled him with her skirt pushed up around her waist, her wet, hot, bare pussy tantalizingly hovering above his cock. She pulled off her shirt revealing braless breasts before she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“Tell me that you want it, K. Tell me how you want me; tell me how much you need to be inside me.” She smiled at him, sultry and sexy and slightly coy.
“Mmm…Kitch, I want you to sink down onto me and bounce until you cum, and then I’m gonna pick you up and pin you up against a wall while I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked…” then his words were cut off as Kitch let out a long moan before allowing his dick to slide inside of her. They let out a cry in unison as he was completely sheathed within her. Kitch had never been so filled; K had never felt such perfect tight, hot, wetness surrounding him.
It was several moments before Kitch began to bounce on top of him, her strong thighs allowing her to bob up and down slowly at first, but with increasing intensity for many minutes before her orgasm began to build.
“Oh…God…K…God…”

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As Kitch was about to cum, K took control of their situation and shifted, beginning to stand up. Rising from the couch, he grabbed her legs and brought them around his waist where she gripped tightly, never allowing his cock to leave her. K guided them towards the wall near the door as Kitch gained the wherewithal to grab Ks shirt and pull it above his head. Once he slammed her body into the wall, holding her there with a combination of his weight and strength, he began to thrust into her. Kitch buried her face in his neck at this new angle before moving her mouth to bite and suck on the salty flesh of his bare chest. In their new position, one that she had certainly never been in, Kitch noticed that every connection of their bodies brought his pelvis into contact with her clit. The pleasure from this new sensation caused Kitch to cry out at the beginnings of another orgasm.
She saw K smiling to himself at the noises he had been able to elicit from her so far. He once again tightened her legs around his hips and carried her a few feet down to the floor. She knew he had secretly always dreamed of fucking someone on the floor, screwing while rolling around, and his cock quivered inside of Kitch from the promise of another fantasy fulfilled. Placing her on the cold floor, K grabbed her knees and pushed them apart as far as they would go before renewing his thrusts. Kitch opened her mouth to scream, but for the first time since he had entered her, K caught her lips with his own. They kept their lips connected, tongues occasionally tangling as K slowed his thrusts in this position. Kitch found herself turned on as much by the intimacy between them as by the feel of his cock awakening the passion with in her. As she came again, it was slower, and burned through her whole body like fire.
Almost ready to explode himself, K pulled out of Kitch for the first time since they had begun and flipped her body over so that her naked stomach and breasts were pressed against the cool surface of the floor. In this position, K entered her again, thrusting into her with none of the tenderness of their previous pose, but once again with wild fast strokes that made her cry out. She felt her body begin to give, unable to support itself any longer after the merciless fucking K had given her, when she noticed how erratic his strokes were becoming. Almost instantly, she felt him explode inside her as he groaned loudly and collapsed on top of her.
“Fuck…Kitch…?”

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“Mmmm?” She turned around and looked into his eyes with a satisfied smile that K couldn’t help returning.
“Are you still feminist?”
“We should do this again.”