I hadn’t seen him for a few days and I’ve been so horny for him lately.
We were in bed, touching each other. I indulged my senses in the feel of his fingers along my body, in the scent of him, in the texture of his chest hair. I love the way my body reacts to his touch. He knows just where to touch me – non-errogenous zones – to work me up and arouse me. Massaging where hip meets thigh, firmly stroking my thighs, calves. We had some sort of hot porn on, but now, a few days later, I can’t recall what it was.
He fucked me doggy style. I bucked my hips back to meet him and started moaning from the stroking of his cock inside me. We fucked for a while, and I didn’t orgasm although if he had given permission I could have. Despite this I was still pretty damned happy. Which is saying a lot for a goal-oriented slut like myself.
As he lies next to me, he takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard. His tongue toys with the areola and he uses suction to pick my breast up away from my supine body. I gasp and roll my hips as he does this. I run my fingers through his wavy hair.
At this point I was totally lusting after him. I was hungry for his touch, his caresses. I twined my fingers in his chest hair and ran my hands down his body. I massaged his inner thighs and he told me how good that felt.
After languorously playing with my nipple, he went back to playing my body like an instrument. I stroked my slick clit as he teased me and told me dirty things. I came hard with my fingers on my clit, but it was his talk and touch that made the orgasm really happen. I came two or three times that evening – without fucking. He clasped my throat at one point and I wasn’t sure if I loved or feared the fuzziness that came over my vision.
We fucked again later and he let me use the magic wand on my clit. I love feeling the buzz on my clit while I feel his thick cock fill me up. I fuck him frantically trying to control how fast he thrusts in and out of me. He ultimately controls it, however, no matter how hard I try. I come, and come, and come when he gives me the word.
It seemed like we were pretty much over playing but I was still lusting hard. I licked and kissed his chest, stroking him all over. I played with his inner thigh and the lower portions of his ass. I know this feels good to him. He tugged at his cock until ready to come. In the meanwhile I positioned my mouth nearby and licked my lips, hungrily longing for his come in my mouth. I kept eagerly springing forward in the hopes that he was ready to spurt. I looked like those women in porn films that are open mouthed and licking their lips in lust over some guys’ cock. I thought it seemed a bit overdone when I’ve seen it in porn but perhaps I just hadn’t had the right guy in front of me before. I wanted his cock in my mouth.
He came in my mouth and I sucked on it while holding the come. Instead of his usual request for me to dribble out his come he had me spit into a glass. He threatened to have me drink it but thankfully saved me from it… that night. He keeps talking about me snowballing with DeeDee.
Later he wanted to come again – something that pretty much never happens. I was getting tired by this time, but I did as Sir told me and got pillows so I could kneel on the floor and play with his cock as he reclined on the couch. He came into my mouth again. There wasn’t much come this time, but I was glad that he was satisfied. I went to bed with a smile on my face.












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