It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t supposed to last this long.

It wasn’t supposed to be so addicting.

Almost four years have passed since I first walked through his door a jumble of nerves. I hadn’t been with another man since Tim and I didn’t know what to expect. I did know one thing and that was I was going to fuck this near complete stranger. We talked for a while, well, he talked for a while and when my body decided to stop trembling I grabbed his hand and we walked to his bedroom.

We kissed.

We barely undressed.

We frantically fucked.

After 3 ½ years I never grow tired or bored of our sex life. It has only gotten better over the years and honestly; I can’t get enough of him. It is to the point that I have told him several times that I wish I could clone him a few times. He always tells me it’s so I could have all my holes filled at once and sure that’s not a bad idea at all. But mainly, so I can have him fuck me at every glance or inkling that I have. I demand a lot from him during our limited time together. I know he needs to rest but I can’t lie still when we sleep at night because the only thing running through my mind is the sex I want with him.

Jon is a gentleman and it takes some pushing on my part to bring out the animal in him. I crave pain and he is always afraid of possibly going too far. So, if I had to make a request it would be for him to be more sadistic with me but I’m not complaining. He does his best to oblige and I know I am not forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to do because his cock doesn’t lie.

When I look back to our first meeting and think that it was supposed to just be a one-time occurrence. Yet, years later I am still a junkie for our sex. He has set the bar high but that doesn’t mean I won’t have future lovers. That’s the nice thing about open relationships is the possibility to spreading the lust around.

It’s an addiction I don’t mind having.

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This story comes with a little history lesson about me so I will get that out of away so it will flow properly.

I love being on top. I come intensely when I am riding a cock. There is a slight problem with me in this position…I can get very violent and I have punched my own husband in the face Californication style, except I punch better and harder than that girl on the show. I loosened Clark’s tooth and he just loves telling people how he may lose his tooth due to a punch in the face from his loving better half. I guess he’s proud that his wife can throw a punch and in the heat of passion.

Jon knows about this little incident so we both agreed a very long time ago that I would stay off of him since he is not into pain at all. Yes, I scratch and bite him up but I can’t control myself but at least we can keep a punch in the face from happening.

He was napping after our regular morning sex. I had only slept for a few minutes. It was his birthday and I wanted to wake him up with my mouth wrapped around his cock. I slid down the bed and pushed his cock in my mouth. I could tell he was awake and not really in a deep sleep. I moved between his thighs and proceeded to give him the raunchiest blowjob and I went above beyond the rules I wrote about. I suppose there could be a part 2 to “properly sucking a cock”. I could feel him about to come but it would subside. This happened several times and there are times when he just can’t come in the morning. However my sucking caused his cock to be very engorged and rather huge. All I could think about was stuffing his cock inside me. Then my mind flashed to that moment of sinking my cunt down on his cock. I started to tremble. I wanted to fuck him.

There was a moment of hesitation. I sat up and pushed up to his face and kissed him. He seemed alarmed by my out of behavior action. After I kissed him I sat up looking down at him, “Fuck me” I said with my hand wrapped around his cock.

I could tell he was tired, “Ok,” he whispered but I just sat there looking at him and he didn’t move. My body started to shake at the thought of riding him. Those few seconds of deciding on what to do, felt like an eternity. I pushed my leg across him and slid his cock in me in one motion. We both gasped at the same time and my nails immediately dug into his shoulders. I kept telling myself, “Don’t you fucking punch him, don’t fucking punch him!” as I pulled up and down on his cock. My body was already on edge at the thought of fucking him and I was teetering on an orgasm. His hands grabbed my hands from clawing at his flesh and I was lost as I fucked him slow and steady. I pulled upright and bent backwards trying to keep from falling off him. As I kept a pace, his cock kept hitting my g-spot and feeling this full length in me caused an eruption. Before I could react violently, I collapsed from him and writhed on the bed in the most intense orgasm I have had in a while.

While I was completely lost in twisting with my orgasm, he had gotten up and pushed himself between my legs. When I started to come down, he pushed his cock inside and I near screamed. My cunt clenched around him from my post orgasm contractions and this just sent more electric shocks through my body. Every thrust felt like a lash of lust. My body was in one long tremor. It didn’t take him long before I heard him groan and come inside me.

I guarantee you, I will be doing that again.

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It had been two weeks since I had sex.

It had been two weeks since I had his cock in my mouth.

It had been two weeks since his mouth was near my ear.

I was in my car rocking myself to music and pushing the leathery cushion against my pulsing cunt. I was on edge. I could almost taste him. I could almost feel his fingers pushing into me so perfectly against my g-spot making me flood his hand and my panties. I could almost feel his cock pushing inside and causing violent orgasms. Yes, so close.

I text him when I was near.

His reply: Should I start laundry or you want to eat first?

I read his text and was a little dumbfounded. Fucking was on my mind and those words were not in his text message.

My reply: Is fucking an option?

His reply: I’ll be waiting for you then.

I smiled and then wondered if that was acknowledgement of our plans to fuck when I walked in the door. I thought, it didn’t matter; I was going to drag him kicking and screaming to the bedroom.

There is no hesitation when I walk in his front door. I saw him waiting in bed with a hard on; I put all my bags down, stripped my clothes and crawled into bed with him. I hugged him and my hands roamed but I kept it away from his cock on purpose. His body shifted and our mouths met immediately and I melted into him. His cock nestled into my hand and I grabbed and stroked. He let out a sigh in my mouth. My other hand grabbed at his hair to pull him into me more. I wanted him and this all exploded out of me at the same time.

Two weeks of pent up sexual energy escaped and I wanted everything all at once. His hand pushed between my legs and I rubbed my panty-covered cunt against his hand. He teased when I wanted his finger knuckle deep inside me. It took him several seconds to get past the fabric and me groaning in his mouth. My nails started to claw into his back. I wanted to come on his fingers. I wanted my wetness to squirt out from the small gaps from his hand and my cunt. His fingers slipped along my slit and he took the wetness that was pooling. He was making me wait. My nails dug, his fingers pushed inside and I let go of his back and arched up. The wetness purged and drenched my panties, the sheets and the mattress. His fingers pulled slowly out as the rest of the wetness gushed out. His fingertips circled my clit and I was climbing and grabbing the headboard and pillow. I came hard with my body twisting and writhing.

This was all he could bear and he got up and I twisted around pushing my ass in the air. His hands slipped the soaked panties from my round ass, down my thighs and off my feet. He threw them off the bed and I took a deep breath as his hands gripped my ass and I felt his cock push slowly in.

Two weeks of wanting.

Two weeks of waiting.

Two weeks were finally over.

He put his length inside and I gasped and clenched the sheets. It was heaven. It was all the stress and tension escaping from every pore of my body. It was a therapy long overdue. Nothing can really replace this very moment of having physical sex.

The sex was urgent. It was primal and I pushed back hard as he pushed forward. We were a rhythmic machine of lust. My teeth were clenched and his hands gripped my ass as he hit my cervix. I felt myself climbing, as his cock would hit my g-spot.

“Come in me.” I whispered over and over. I knew he could hear me. His hearing was very good.

Then it changed to, “Come with me,” and I was pleading. I felt his body jerk and I seized and we came at the same time panting, hissing and gasping.

He fell beside me and touched my sweaty back. He always feels he did “good” when I ended up in a sweaty mess by his side.

He smiles at me, “Is fucking an option? Fucking is always an option.”

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The following is a letter to Tony:

Yes, I told you this was a confession and now when I think of it more, I’m in a confessional booth with my hand between my legs. I like to sin and especially in a building of faith. I’ve been in a catholic church before and the only thing that kept my attention was staring at those booths and daydreaming about fucking in them.

But, I digress.

You’ve been heavy on my mind and last night I fell asleep listening to the audio files you sent me over and over again. Each time I listened to them I swear I heard a word or sound I didn’t catch prior. I lay there squirming, wetting my panties, fingers rubbing my lips, hand pushing the hair from my face and my breathing… my breathing almost matching yours. Listening to your varying stages of urgency made me crazy.

Your words.

Your breathing.

You saying my name.

You talking to me.

Triggered gasps and whimpers. I wanted to be with you so bad. I could see you standing there in the four walls of your bathroom. I could see your face, your hand and your cock. I had to try my damnedest to not moan out loud because he was sleeping right next to me.

At some point I turned on to my stomach grinding my cunt slowly into the bed. I’ve gone far too long without sex and probably too long without an orgasm. I missed our interactions and this was a worthy substitute. Part of me wanted to race off to the other room to frantically get off when you said, “Come with me” over and over. I can’t express to you enough how you talking to me went straight between my legs like a bolt of lightening. Lightening that I was getting off on.

When I pulled out my headphones I lay there thinking about what it would be like to actually talk with you and get off together. How amazing that would be, the both of us climaxing together and making so much noise that our neighbors would be highly jealous.

I drifted off to sleep and I know I dreamt of you but it was all foggy and I couldn’t grasp at the details when I woke up.

So there… my confession completely nude and with this never ending dampness.

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I’m high.

I’m dreamy.

I’m heightened.

It’s like taking a hallucinogen only it’s words that have flooded my mind. These words form vivid images, feelings and physical reactions. Skin flushed and warm. Perpetual wet panties. A constant throbbing between my legs. It’s what every girl strives for when interacting with another person.

All of this is taken with me into the bedroom and it’s not the same man. One man is fucking my mind while another man is fucking my body. They don’t know each other but they work together to make my sex life remarkable.

It’s a ritual now: my ass in the air, my head buried in a pillow and my hands gripping the bed sheets. He is behind me and I feel the tip of his cock meet my wet. I’m already anticipating it and his hands grip my hips. He draws this out and I’m almost holding my breath waiting. Waiting for him to penetrate me. I’ve waited all week for this moment. That second his cock pushes in and it robs my breath till his full length is inside. Immediately my body quakes and I push back against his thrusts.

I’m on fire.

My mind is flashing words and images. My groans are filling the air and gets the cue I want him to fuck me. He’s in a rhythm and my body is already betraying me. I’m shuddering, clenching and I grip the headboard. I’m coming on his cock and he whispers, “Yes” but my cunt pushes his cock out. I catch my breath and he’s aching to be back inside. He pushes and I vibrate into another orgasm and push him out. This goes on over and over till he grips my hips harder and his cock stays in as I thrash about coming over and over again.

I’m overwhelmed.

Orgasm after orgasm sounds like deviant fairy tale but the emotions flood with the pleasure. My body shakes uncontrollably as I feel his body stiffen behind me. His fingertips are digging into my hips and I am near pleading for him to come in me. I feel his cock swell one last time as he lets out a grunt emptying himself into me with thrusts and groans. His grip tightens before he lets go as his cock slowly slips from my clutches.

I’m fortunate. I’m lucky. I’m thankful.

Thank you to all the men in my life. Without you, I wouldn’t have this blog and I wouldn’t have the amazing sex and orgasms that you all give me.

Don’t stop.

I want more.

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