Insatiable Addiction

I have become addicted to coming. Coming on you, coming for you, coming with you, coming while thinking of you. The drought is over and how. I come on your hands, as you flick my clit til the gasp rushes out from deep in my throat. Addicted to the feel of your hand inside me. Hooked on the feel of your face between my smooth thighs, nestled deep inside my slit. Craving the feel of your face buried in my pussy. wanting your hot hard cock inside my wet box. Addicted to the thrusts of you inside me, the tweak of my nipples, the taste of you on my tongue. Wanting it, craving it, addicted to it… it’s a craving that constantly stays with me, no matter how much I indulge myself, I always want more.

A former "Friend with Benefits" resurfaces.

Its been forever since he’s laid his eyes on me. We’ve been in touch; he has known me for a very long time and thinks he has me figured out. Who I was, where I’ve been and where I might be willing to go. But he is so wrong. I’m not who he thinks I was, not the wild young thing with nothing to lose, soft scalloped edges full of frills and excitement.

Not that he is completely wrong mind you. That girl is who I was long ago. Pieces of her remain inside to pop up at the strangest moments. The little insecurities showing, the bitter edges rough, the spiteful pieces left behind after someone had smashed my soul on the rocks. I haven’t healed from all of it to recover that tender hearted hopeful girl I used to be. Most of the wounds have scabbed over however, and I’ve found a certain strength in dealing with the pain, coming through the fire mostly intact. Oh yes, he knows where and who I had been, but he’s made assumptions on who I am now and how I will be, and he is so wrong.

I’ll let him have his illusions, the sugary sweet memories, for the moment. I know it’s wrong; I could correct him with just a small amount of effort. Soon enough those rose colored glasses will fall off and he’ll get a sense of how off the mark he really is. He wants an adventure; A nice safe excursion on the slightly wild side. I know that, even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself. I’m willing to give him a trip on the wild side for sure, but it definitely isn’t the vanilla spice he thinks he’s getting.

If he is fool enough to put himself out there, I’ll take him for a ride and it will be much more than he bargained for. He’ll be looking to sooth his soul; myself I’ll be after filling my own needs, and they aren’t what he assumes they’ll be. He’ll make a pass or maybe two if I ignore the first one, then I’ll take him up on the offer. I’ll twist it all to fit my own desires; If he loses control and gets slightly burned in the process I’m not going to be regretful – He wants something different from his everyday life and I can give it to him without a doubt.

He’ll get a few things he wanted; a little necking, some heavy petting, maybe the start of some sweet soft sex, a laugh or two. But where he’ll be thinking I’m content I’ll be just starting the ride. Get him hot and bothered again, feed him my pussy, have him asking for more and thinking he’ll get it. Bargain once or twice with him and just when he thinks He’s got it under control, he’ll find himself snared in my web, his hands tied to the bed.

There is nothing like having a hot hard man horny as hell trying to convince you to let him go, let him get on top, let him in. He’ll enjoy it, his cock in my mouth, my pussy smothering his face, force feeding him my nipples as I slide up and down against his hardness. He’ll be in heaven until he realizes he’s given up enough control so its all up to me. He’ll eat pussy til I am sated; I can ride him or not; tie his balls tight and attach the string to the end of the bed so every move he makes can bring on serious pain.

I’ll tell him to fuck me tied to the bed, or I’ll let him go and he’ll just have to do without. Flex my hips back and forth; sliding him deep into me, knowing every tug up is a pull on his balls, every pull down a momentary respite from the pain. Turn myself around on his face, smothering his whining with my slit, burying his face in my juices. Force him to lick me or drown, offering to get up only when he’s gotten me off. I’ll be watching his balls get darker as the ties tightens, briefly licking his cock just to get him close and then backing off. Get myself some ice water and relax a little before returning to him. Use the ice on his cock, getting him oh so cold, and then sliding my hot wet pussy over him. Oh yes, he’ll be complaining one moment and in heaven the next.

I’ll slide a collar on his neck, closing it with one of my teeny tiny locks, cuff each arm and agree to let him come in my hot snatch only if he let me clip the cuffs to the collar. Fortunately I have more than one of those little locks. If he disagrees, I can get myself off with a toy lying on his chest and he can lie there til I want him gone or he agrees to let me take him; His choice.

Once I have him, hands useless and cock deep inside me, I intend to cut the string holding his balls to the bed and ride him til he fills me with hot come. He’ll be in bliss til I straddle his face again and give him no choice about cleaning up his mess. Fortunately we’ll have time for him to come around to my way of thinking, I won’t need to rush off anywhere and since he’s not supposed to be here no one will come looking for him here.

Oh yes I’ll give him a walk on the wild side, that’s for sure. It’s just not the one he thinks it’s going to be. He’s looking for a slightly naughty girl to keep him company; not a wild wanton woman who wants much more than vanilla spice. He has no clue who I am, not really. It’s going to be interesting watching him figure it out.

A Question for BigBoy

Hey There, BigBoy. Its Me. You Busy? Guess what it is I want… Oh yeah baby I’m in the mood. I wanna fuck you, but that’s not all I wanna do. I wanna feel your mouth on my nipples, sucking and feeding off my chest. I want to have my nipples tweaked, pulled, nibbled on, sucked so hard they are like rocks, aching with every move I make.

I wanna put my legs on your shoulders, wrap them around you. Put your face between my legs and have you tongue me for ages. I wanna feel your tongue inside me, lapping up my juices, making me ache with pleasure. I want to feel your cock between my tits, rubbing against my lips, feel it inside my mouth with the smooth skin rubbing against my cheeks.

I wanna feel your cock between my legs, sliding against my pussy, making me so hot and wet inside. All that yes, but most of all I wanna get fucked. I wanna fuck you long and hard and slow and soft, in and out and all over again. I wanna feel that long thick hard hot cock inside me. I wanna ride you to ecstasy.

I wanna feel your body hot and hard and hevy behind me, above me, working in and out of me. I want you to fuck me so bad. Yes, I really need it bad. I wanna get fucked fast and hard. I wanna get fucked out of my mind, to feel that big hard incredible hunk of a cock inside my warm wet pussy, I need to get fucked. I’m craving the feeling of your body inside mine...

I wanna get fucked by you, BigBoy. What do you think about that?

* This particular piece was written in 1986, fell out of a time capsule I was going through. Thought you might enjoy it just the same.

Since you asked- TMI Tuesday

This isn’t my usual thing, but since I’ve been asked this time I’ll answer...

On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Quantity is a 4
Quality is a 10

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?
Adrenaline surge, tongues wrestling, panties getting very damp (if I have any on) and then grabbing his ass to make sure his hard cock rubs up against the right spot.

3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?
Acknowledging an anniversary by indulging one of my whims; Bringing a fantasy to life unexpectedly; telling me he loved me while he was deep inside of me – It was an incredible evening.

4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex? There’s several but on top of a pool table; on a staircase; on the washing machine all seem to rise to the top of the list.

5. How do you liked to be kissed?
Deeply, tenderly, lots of tongue and those little nibbles at my lips at the end make me go wild.

Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?
Learning after the fact that his roommates considered my overnight visits an excellent opportunity for “live audio porn”. Apparently if you were next door in the bathtub you could hear right through the wall and no one bothered to inform me of this fact. Until the night I quietly slipped from the room to use the bathroom afterwards - and found them all still in there listening, complete with beer and snacks…

Let me help keep it toned....

Did you know the strongest muscle in the body is the tongue? Be sure to keep it limber, warmed up and well-toned so you don't strain it.

Boytoy did that once; Now I'm careful to keep him exercising it so it doesn't happen again. He's quite good at using it to lick me until I come. Thoughtful of me look out for him this way, isn't it?

Feeding the hungry

He asks – And I consent. The boytoy doesn’t hesitate to get into position, doesn’t second guess my answer. Before he really settles in his spot, I’m crawling up his body. Delve into his mouth with my tongue and move his arms out of my way. I rise up, slowly settling one knee next to his ear, his hands lightly gripping my hips as I swing the othe leg over him. I wait a second til he asks me please… And with that I begin to settle down. His eyes are on mine as I cover his mouth with my slit, filling his senses with the taste and smell of my juices.

He gently nibbles, quick soft licks, as he pulls my hips closer, wider over him. His slow gentle touch gets rougher as he flicks my clit and licks the juices from my body. I can feel the wave start, just a ripple at first. I crave more as he starts tugging slightly on my body with his mouth. As he pulls, I slide deeper.. letting all tension go. My leg muscles relax and his face, his chin, his nose, all become buried in my nether regions with my full weight resting on him.

His hands grip my ass as I shift my weight, using his whole face to stimulate my body. He moans as I shift back, pulling my clit away for seconds, giving him a moment of air and then move forward again, pressing down and feeling the ripple rising inside. His mouth sucking on my hot button, then tongue tensing and delving deep inside me. My breathing shifts, becoming deeper as the intensity of the sensations increase.

I’m ever closer to where I want to go, my hands pinching my nipples, getting hotter, and pushing harder. The hair on his chin rubbing against me, my clit swollen in his mouth, I fall forward and end up on all fours, watching his eyes as the boytoy pushes me further into a frenzy. I’m whimpering without realizing it, knowing that wave is going to crest, I just need a little more to push me over the edge. My hips have a mind of their own as I use him to satisfy myself, back and forth, friction ever growing.

He knows me, knows my body. Has heard the whimpers and moans and all the little noises my body makes as it gets close and then crashes over the edge. His timing is perfect, nodding his head to keep in pace with my hips, sharp sucking and then flicking my magic button at just the right moment. And as I fall over the cliff thinking it can’t get an more intense he slides fingers inside me, setting off more fireworks. My back arches, and my legs shake as the ripple goes from inside out, and I come on his face.

Boytoy's request

The first time he whispered it I didn’t expect it. Sporting a strap-on? Now there’s a road I hadn’t traveled…yet. As in tying a cock, seated in leather, against my body. As in bending him over and having him ask for it. As in pushing cool lube inside him, playing with his ass while he holds himself open for me. As in pressing against him and sinking into him. As in hearing him moan for me. As in hearing him plead for me… please please please. As in fucking with his body enough to fuck with his head, so he’s not sure if he wants it to stop, or to go on, as in end the pain, or stretch it out.

Oh yeah, and then while I’ve got his cock in my mouth he mentions it again, having me fuck his ass with one of my toys while sucking his cock. Which leads to some very mixed images flowing through my brain, my toy slowly piercing his asshole, his body shaking and breath coming hard, him holding his legs up out of the way while he watches me take him. Taking him hard, rubbing my clit against the harness, watching the emotions flicker across his face. He’d be mine in a way he’d never been before.

One day, just casually asking me if I would fuck him with a strap-on. So gently asked, slipped into the random sex talk we have, easily dismissed. Except this is not the first time he’s mentioned it. It sticks in my mind because he’s got a different look on his face – like he’s hesitant to ask. Late that night, my body curled around his. I bump his ass with my hips as he mutters "um hum." I whisper in the dark ‘you’d let me wouldn’t you?’ he pulls me harder against his ass and tells me "oh yes – please be gentle." And the thought rolls in my mind again we’re going to go down this road if the trip lasts long enough.