So I have a bit of a problem with sex. Call it an addiction, but man it just feels so good! Even when it hurts it’s good. Even when it’s bad, there’s always something you can do personally to make it better.
A couple years ago I was with a guy who felt the same way about it. So obviously that was the first mistake, lol. Put two sex addicts together, what do you get? A broken bed frame.
He lived alone. His bedroom had a bathroom right off of it. He had blackout curtains. Funds for ordering food. Perfect place to isolate yourself and fuck.
It wasn’t the original plan to do that. I got there Friday night. We had salmon for dinner, a salad, some cookies I baked for dessert. Very good, very yummy. Then we went to his bedroom, we were rubbing all over each other like matches trying to combust. We stripped, he fingered me, circled my clit, made me cum. Then he fucked me. Came once on my stomach, then on my face. I took a shower. He smoked up a bit. I joined him.