Author: Own-Bid-1435

I miss the feeling of a cock in my mouth. Feeling it fill me up in both my holes, in whatever order he pleases. It’s been 8 long months and the longer it takes, the hornier I get.
The last guy was a keeper if not as emotionally unavailable as he was at the time. He liked making me beg for it. He’d pull out of my dripping pussy, all but the very tip of his beautiful cock. Watch me squirm and plead with my eyes. He’d make me say his name again and again, one hand holding my arms above my head, the other alternating between flicking my clit and dipping into my warm cunt. Making me gasp, moan and beg, my hips rising and bucking, desperate to feel him. Finally, when he would lean down and kiss me, pull back and pound into me – deeeeep. The head of his 5.5” cock filling me up, making me cry out his name. The next few strokes felt like a reward. Later, I would kneel between his legs and show him how much I appreciated that with his cock in my mouth.
The man cuddled expertly, waking me up with kisses down under. He would order me to touch myself as he told me how hard I made him and how my pussy was made for him. He’d make me stop before climax, holding my thighs open and pushing my hips down. This would go on for 5-6 rounds, until he couldn’t take it anymore and would flip me over to ride his cock to orgasm.
And it took him ages to cum *swooooon*

I used to think intimate frilly sex was it for me. For him to stare deep into my eyes, say ‘I love you’ as he gently entered my trembling pussy. Both of us laughing as we knocked heads in our passion, glowing in the aftermath of our mutual orgasms.
I have now realised I am a whore. Aching to be used as a personal cumslut. I want my hair pulled, marks and bites left all over me, your cum in my pussy…leaking down my pantiless crotch to my thighs. I want to be free use for someone who knows just the right balance of rough and intimate, forced and aftercare, someone who doesn’t mind me rubbing my dripping pussy on his knee or shoes or hand.
I used to feel shame for my inclinations, needs, desires. Not anymore. In tune with breaking the cycle, I love how needy the right man can make me, how wet he can keep my pussy with the mere thought of him. I love orgasming and receiving, sometimes even in public. And that is me! Slutty and proud, haha