I (F) NEEDED Him

Sex with the SO averages about once a week. I’d love for it to be more, but that’s a whole other thing. If I go longer than a week without, I start to get nutty- I’m tense, cranky, 1000x more horny, and distracted. Usually a solo session does the trick if all I need is a release. Well, I’ve done that a couple times in the past week, and it didn’t help.

I needed more than just an orgasm- I needed him. The last few days everything about him made me horny to the point of physical discomfort. Every kiss, every time we made eye contact, his touch…I shut my eyes and grimaced as I dripped. Such a miserable, almost shameful pleasure. My mind races full of daydreams I wished were happening instead of him looking at me like he couldn’t see the addiction in my eyes.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I climbed into bed with him, wanting to grab him there and then. But my conscience held me back. I hate waking him up. Being next to him- naked…I dripped. I rolled over. I held him. I dripped. I couldn’t wake him. But I needed to. My inner thighs were tensing. I could orgasm with a thought at this point. I’m trembling and dripping and…I can’t wake him.

I roll away from him, trying to will myself out of it. I’m better than this. I’m acting like an addict. He rolls over. I freeze. I slide next to him to spoon. I’m drenched. I’m breathing loud and heavy. I’m almost ashamed. he rolls on his back, his hand over my waist. I’m trembling again, uncomfortably aroused.

He slides up behind me again, grabbing me close. I’m muttering- almost whimpering- about how I need it. I’m grinding my clit and my wet pussy against him, my body bucking all on its own. I’m having mini orgasms just from the contact. He grips my waist and slides right in. My whole body sighs and throbs. He pounds into me, I thrust against him. My thrusts become involuntary as I slip into several hard orgasms.

He pulls away and lays on his back. I’m supposed to get on top, but I can barely move. I’m still orgasming as I get on all fours, my core tensing so hard I can’t climb over onto him. Seeing my distress, he gets up and behind me for doggy style. My god. He’s so warm, he’s so rough, and I’m cumming so hard my whole body is contorting- the convulsions make me look as if I’m doing the yoga poses cat (back severely rounded) and cow (back severely arched). I feel every wall gripping his dick between my orgasms and his thrusting. I crash into another hard one as he cums too. It’s about a minute before my body has relaxed enough for him to pull out. I’m dizzy from the heavy breathing, the hard orgasms, and the blissful screams. I literally feel my body unwind and happily melt into a quiet serenity.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4phx4e/i_f_needed_him