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Stay Away from My Family, and We'll Be Fine I guess since we’re both passionate people, it would make sense that our arguments would be almost as passionate as when we make love. This one time, my girlfriend and I had this huge blow out argument about her family—I mean, it got intense. We were hurling insults at one another and saying really awful things to each another. Suddenly, I realize how fucking hot she looked when she was that angry, that pissed off. She was breathing hard, her face was flushed all red, she had this glitter to her eyes that was really fantastic. I just raced across the room and tackled her, pulling her to the floor and tearing her clothes off. At first, she was really annoyed; I mean, it’s not like you can turn off the anger that quickly, and she was fighting and struggling, which just made it all the more erotic. She turned pretty quickly, though, as she always does, and it became this raw, animalistic wild night. I’m not allowed to talk about her family any more, though. Lance K., Lowell, MA Animalistic is All the Rage Tammy is a hot-head; she gets super-heated angry in mere seconds. I’ve seen her switch from her normal happy and cheerful to a spitting hellcat in the blink of an eye. If I can survive the initial onslaught, though, it can really work for me, as I think all that primal anger turns on her sexual drive like the switches are cross-connected in her head. One second she’ll be ready to tear me apart, and the next she’s grabbing me and practically ripping my skin off with her long nails as she kisses me and drags me into the bedroom. Once we’re in there, it feels like she’s completely lost every inhibition she’s ever had—she rides me like she’s never wanted me more, screaming and growling like the animal she becomes. She may tear skin off my back when she’s that worked up, but hell, it’s so damn worth it. Gary C., Kansas City, KA Just Like the First Time My wife, Angelica, and I had this argument one night that felt like it threatened to ruin our marriage. All the angers and resentments that had been building up for weeks and months suddenly came pouring out and neither of us held back. We said some things I don’t think either of us ever expected to hear or say, and each thing seemed to just spark another line of pain and anger. Once it was over, though, we were both so sorry, so worried that our feelings had done some irreparable damage. It wasn’t like that at all—it was just one of those things where we needed to clear the air and get some of that shit out, but after we were left feeling so tender and loving for one another. We kissed, and it got deeper and more erotic, and suddenly we were both crying and frantic to prove how much we needed one another. I was fucking her and she was moaning and moving beneath me, and the tears were falling and tongues were everywhere—it was an unbelievable night, and we did things together we hadn’t done since our first dating days. Neither of us is so afraid of those arguments now. Allen T., St. Louis, MO
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