Quick Morning O [f][mast][f-solo]

It was the first thing on my mind, from the moment I woke up.

My naked nipples brush the linen of my bed covers, and that’s all it takes. There is only one thing in my life from that moment: my next orgasm.

First it’s the bedsheets, and as I roll out of bed it’s the cold air. It rushes over my skin, giving me goosebumps and making me hyper-aware of my body as I make my way through the room. I sit on the toilet, and as I pee all my focus turns to the warmth and longing between my legs. I bite my lip as the soft toilet paper caresses my labia, and I let my fingers linger over my clit for a few seconds. A shiver runs through me.

I pick a pair of cotton panties from my wardrobe. I watch myself in the full-length mirror as I pull them on. The cotton hugs my groin and sends electricity through my nerves. In the mirror, I see a dark spot in the cotton, where a dribble of wetness has escaped from inside me. My insides clench tight.

Scorching Morning Showers [f][mast][f-solo]

I don’t know…I dream about sex a lot.

I mean, I have a pretty healthy sex life. Like for sure a few times a week or so. More than the average Jane. But still, at least once a day, and usually more like 3-4 times, no matter what I’m doing, where I am, or who I’m with…my thoughts get hit by a freight-train of wild sexual thoughts and need. The fantasies are all over the place…some vanilla, but mostly kinky as hell…some sensual, but mostly tending towards violent. A lot of the time I can excuse myself and go and do something about it, a lot of times I already have plans to see someone who I know will take care of me later in the day…and sometimes I can’t.

A little while ago, maybe 2 years now, I started keeping a fantasy journal. Every night before bed I try to recall the fantasies that swam through my head that day, and I write them down, as detailed as possible. It’s an exercise in pure self-restraint, trying to avoid saying “fuck it” and putting down my pen and reaching for my box of toys under my bed and just getting off to my thoughts. But it’s been such a great exercise for me, mentally…but that’s another story.

My Dentist’s Special Chair [F][bd][bdsm][drunk][exh][Fsub][huml][mast][oral][reluc][sm]

I had fucked my dentist before. But the night he had me over to his place was something else.

He was handsome, late 30’s, well built, dark complexion. We had found common ground when I had my 3rd appointment with him and he asked about my tattoos and proceeded to show me his under his white coat, and it turned out we had quite a few things in common. I kind of had the hots for him, and the submissive aspect of being a dentist’s patient had already thrown some fantasies into my head, so when he asked me whether I’d like to have a drink with him sometime I immediately agreed, and it only took about 10 minutes after the first beer for us to be back in my car kissing and touching each other while I raced through the city back to my house. Then we fucked. And basically that happened a few times after that. We’d meet for drinks or dinner, and end up in the sheets before much food or drink was consumed. He was strong, and seeing as I’m rather petite he was throwing me around with some ease and I loved feeling like his toy. He was rather dominant, often pinning me down or stretching me out into challenging positions, pulling hair, slapping…I loved every minute. We’d often spend all night awake smoking weed and listening to music between fucking.

The things that I want [F][anal][bd][bdsm][blkmail][bst][buk][cuck][drugs][exh][Fdom][fist][Fsub][huml][mast][nc][oral][prost][reluc][voy][sm][public][freeuse]

I want to be fucked on a park bench.

I want to feel two fists inside me.

I want to be on a leash. I want the leash to clip to my clit piercing.

I want to get choked while I’m being fucked in the ass.

I want to be fucked to an emotional wreck.

I want to be made so wet it drips down my thighs walking around.

I want to feel cum drip down my thighs.

I want to be a 24/7 live-in sub.

I want to know how big of a buttplug I can take.

I want to have all 3 holes abused at the same time.

I want to feel your cum pumping down my throat.

I want to cum so hard it makes me pass out. Every day.

I want to be passed around so many guys I lose count.

I want to my ass gaped.

I want to be a sex-doll.

I want to blow you at the movies.

I want to masturbate over and over again until my body is limp.

My after-work routine [F][Mast][Drunk][Desperate]

My mind can be obsessive. There are a few things I can’t stop it from going into overdrive. One of them is sex. I started masturbating early, I guess when I was 12, and since then I’ve spent a pretty huge part of my life doing that, fantasizing about almost everything there is to fantasize about, which is probably why my mind struggles to stop itself when the thought pops in. Don’t get me wrong I have plenty of sex, at least 1-2 times a week, but I’ll still masturbate upwards of 4 times a day. Anyway, back to the point. Because of how my mind reacts at any thought of sex, I have a hard time avoiding it. You’d be surprised how many seemingly monotonous things happen daily that start my neurons firing on all pistons: seeing myself naked in the bathroom mirror, running my soapy fingers or rough sponge over my labia in the shower, the soft fabric of my underwear, zipper, or buttons as I get dressed (or even just sit around), the saddle of my bike between my thighs, the rumble of public transport…As you can probably imagine by now, by the time work is over I’m almost having an anxiety attack about getting back home as fast as possible and treating my body to blissful orgasm. Truth be told, there are days, many days, where I just can’t wait to get home. For those days, I’ve by now found a pretty good repertoire of places I can get to quickly for some much-needed relief (bathrooms, parks, parking lots, restaurants…). Most of the time though, I wait until I get home, because I know that if I can push myself to wait, the anticipation both physical and mental, usually adds up to some pretty incredible orgasms. So, because of that, I’ve kind of developed a bit of a routine.

I got roughed up at the club last night. [fmmmm][mast][drugs][gangbang][mast][nc][huml][oral][reluc]

This is fiction. It’s not from my perspective.

“Ow! Fuck! Oh god what the hell?! I feel like I’ve run a marathon… how much did I…ugh, I feel sick!”
My eyes opened to the bright haze of the afternoon world to a sharp pain in my temples and what felt like every inch of tissue on my body. An overwhelming nausea swept over me. Blackout fucking drunk. That’s how much I must’ve drank.

I really do feel sick. I hurled the sheets to the side and my body over the side of the mattress and made it to the bathroom just in time before puking up what was left in my stomach. I hated myself for this. This had been happening too long. But today, the pain in my body…I’d never felt that before. I noticed my straining muscles again after I threw up. I guess the jolt of “get the fuck to the bathroom” energy kind of blacked out the pain for a second but now it was back. Everything hurt so much. My legs could barely pick me up again.

I got roughed up at the club last night. [fmmmm][mast][drugs][gangbang][mast][nc][huml][oral][reluc]

This is fiction. It’s not from my perspective.

“Ow! Fuck! Oh god what the hell?! I feel like I’ve run a marathon… how much did I…ugh, I feel sick!”
My eyes opened to the bright haze of the afternoon world to a sharp pain in my temples and what felt like every inch of tissue on my body. An overwhelming nausea swept over me. Blackout fucking drunk. That’s how much I must’ve drank.

I really do feel sick. I hurled the sheets to the side and my body over the side of the mattress and made it to the bathroom just in time before puking up what was left in my stomach. I hated myself for this. This had been happening too long. But today, the pain in my body…I’d never felt that before. I noticed my straining muscles again after I threw up. I guess the jolt of “get the fuck to the bathroom” energy kind of blacked out the pain for a second but now it was back. Everything hurt so much. My legs could barely pick me up again.

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 3/3 [f][ff][fm][anal][bdsm][mast][exh]

I arrive at the venue and, speeding through town like a crazed woman, I managed to make up the lost time. I flip down the sun-visor’s mirror and quickly check my makeup again. I add a little blush and give myself one last look. I feel nervous. It’s a strange feeling, being nervous about seeing your loved one. He had, however, been on tour for 8 months and I was so intent on making sure our evening would be unforgettable that it made sense. As the thought of what we’d be up to after the gig ran through my mind, I unconsciously bit my lip and clenched my thighs as my inner muscles contracted and my insides again began lubricating themselves, expecting penetration.

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 2/3 [fmmm] [mast][oral]

He was always very clear on what he liked on me. He was an uncomplicated man. Denim, leggings, knee or thigh socks, t-shirts and tanks…he did like me to dress up for special occasions but he just loved me as his concert-going skater-girl…and I love it because I could just be comfortable, all the time. I’d be at a concert tonight anyway, and since I’d promised to help them set up, it would all work out fine, and in the end…it was my body that counted, and that was clean and shaved and…hot and moist. I didn’t want to be too conventional though, so I decided to leave the bottom layer off. I rummaged through the mess that is our bedroom, threw some bits and pieces I liked on the bed and then unwrapped myself from my towel to try them on.

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 1/3 [f] [mast]

It felt like forever had passed. They left on tour 8 months ago. Their record deal signed and their first album out, the label wanted them to get out and promote it all over the world. I was so proud of them…proud of him. He had poured his heart into this band for the past 5 years and finally they had their break. I would be lying though if I said I was happy to see him go. Its selfish I know…but I was more concerned about keeping my insatiability in check than him being OK and healthy on tour. The night before he left we stayed up all night making passionate love in every corner of our apartment. It was emotional and intense and I could hardly walk the next day. Now he was back…and I didn’t want to make love to him…I wanted to fuck him, and then fuck him again, and again.