Horny and Self-Pleasuring

I'm HORNY.

I'm in the office today and need another hour or so to wrap things up. All I can think about is how sweet my pussy will feel when my partner stuffs his man-meat into it. The mere thought of this is causing my pussy to contract. Through my denim pants, I can feel the heat and moistness of my vagina. I smell the scent my pussy is giving off - it's a sweet, "come get it" scent. I stick my hand in my pants, lightly stroking my vaginal lips before I stick my index finger slightly into my hole. *AhhhhhAAAAAAhhhhhhhh* I moan and gyrate before removing my finger so that I can inhale my scent before tasting my juices. *slurp*

My hips and lower body are contracting uncontrollably - imitating my movements from last night as I sat on his lap before sitting on his face. On his lap, we were truly one. It was impossible to tell where we individually begun and ended. His man-meat was buried deep inside my treasure - consumed. I bounced up and down at first slowly then quickly and roughly. I punished my pussy as I slammed onto his cock over and over and over again. Even tonight, more than 16 hours later, I can feel the imprint he left.

I'm trying to save it all for him but I don't know if I'm going to make it. My pussy is calling and the rest of my body is responding including my lips that were just sucking on my titties and my index finger that is about to make another trip down south.

Ever been so horny, you didn't think you would make it??

-Hornily written on my iPhone between self-pleasure episodes

The Pussy Drought: Volume 1 - Finger Fucking in the Dark

I've fucked ALOT of women. Or at least I think so, as compared to how many men I've fucked. I'm no Don Juan to the ladies but something about my very nature encourages women to open up to me about their sexual desires, interests, mishaps and what-have-you. I always attributed it to my insane sense of loyalty to many of my female friends. Any of my girls know that I'm that girl in the crew that's really got everyone's back when the shit hits the fan. I'm the last-in the club and last-out the club type chick, making sure everyone is good before we bounce. I'm like a FBI agent, surveying the spot for any deviants or haters, both of which should be on the America's Most Wanted list. I always have a fabulous time (busters or not)and I look fabulous doing it.
Most women love me or hate me. I think I like it that way. See, I started my love affair with pussy a loooong time ago. So, those who love me...well, let's just say I could appreciate this gift with girls as early as 9 years old.

In fifth grade, Melanie was the cutest girl in the world to me. She had this beautiful honey brown skin and her hair was almost always done cute. Her older sister used to think she was all-that. hmmph. I mean she was def cute, but Melanie was like waaaay better. She had the biggest bootie in the class. I loved watching her walk away from me with the plaid from her skirt bouncing from her booty jiggles. She also had what I now know as luscious "dick sucking" lips which she plastered with lipgloss daily. Come to think of it, I remember plenty of times feeling tingly as I watched her suck her thumb. That's actually how we became friends--we both still had issues quitting the thumb sucking.

And, Mels was definitely one of my best, most favorite friends. We jumped rope together. She let me do her hair. We always asked to go to the bathroom together. We used to switch uniforms sometimes (still not sure why lol). We started the whole "Cool" for girls to sit on girls laps thing at our school. But all the while, we had not done anything remotely sexual with each other. Randomly one day standing around after cheerleading practice, my life changed.

In the bathroom checking out what our uniforms would look like for next week's game--we're both being silly posing, doing fake steps in adjacent mirrors. I turned to her and giggled, "oooooh Melanie look at all that booty hanging out", simultaneously poking her ass softly. "You betta quit D! Plus look at all of this", Mel yelled back as she quickly brushed her hand across my "ample" size B cups. Wow she had grabbed me back! I just poked her and she kinda grabbed me. So the next time I lightly gripped under her ass with my hand and made reference to her big booty again. Next she's attacking me in groping tickles. We start tickling each other but it definitely feels more like copping feels. Our giggles are echoing through the entire bathroom and empty gym I'm sure. We're going on for a while, rolling along the wall. She's in control. Then I'm in control.

We keep our faces close together--her cheek on mine. She tickles me by softly grabbing my tit. I laugh to keep up pretenses. I tickle her by playing along her butt crack. She laughes as well. Finally, a truce...but I get the last feel with a finger that grazes the inside of her ass. We paused for a long, awkward time with no laughter. We kinda just stared at each other. Just as I was about to tell her it was prolly time for me to go home, she said calmly, "I'll show you my booty, if you show me your titties." WTF? Wait...What? YES!!! "Aight--well let's hurry up", I say tentatively.

So of course bossy ass Mel was gonna try to force me to go first. But I wasn't having it! Nah! We had to draw on that one. I won the quick draw so SHE had to go first. We agreed to follow the other person's instructions---so you get to see everything you want to see. With her standing far across from me, I told her to turn around and pull up her skirt first, so I could see her ass in the cheerleading pants aka spanks. She agreed and as soon as her skirt lifted, I felt myself inching forward past the "safe zone". I wanted a closer look goddamit! I told her it would make it easier if I just pulled down her spanks and panties, while she held up the skirt. She agreed. I kneeled down behind her and reached up for her spanks. Words can not even expresss my anticipation at that very moment. I was finally going to see her ass! My heart was in my throat and my hands were super clammy. I remember pulling down her burgandy spanks slowly and seeing the prettiest caramel brown round sticking out the side of her underwear. Her booty got all goosebumpy after the air hit it. I remember thinking her leg looked like a golden original recipe KFC chicken leg. (that now makes sense for obvious reason lol) I instructed her to "go shoulder length" which was cheerleading code for "spread your legs". She never gave me any problems--she just said "ok" and "is that ok?" and I was grateful for her cooperation. I knew her snug-fit, pretty panties with purple and pink flowers would need more room for maneuvering and I didn't want to drop them.

As she stepped out her panties, one by one with each leg, I got a glimpse of her lil space of heaven between her legs. She smelled of baby powder and sweat. She had about the same amount of hair as I did down by her kitty kat. I was literally speechless. My thoughts raced but were abruptedly interrupted---"Um hellloo? What are we supposed to do now?" she says clearly getting annoyed. Truth is I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. So I said the first thing that came to mind----"We can 'DO IT'...if you want to?" And that was all she wrote....

Neither of us really knew what "doing it" was but we were pretty determined to figure it out. We made up our own rules. Melanie wanted it where we didn't do it with anybody else---but I quickly vetoed that. Doing it in our world was finger-fucking in the dark. Wet kisses in the bathroom stalls. We started off quite sloppy and it always seemed a pain to only get to do it once in a while after cheerleading practice. By 7th grade, although we were in different schools, we were covert finger fucking pros.

Away at camps and trips, counselors spent most of their time trying to keep the girls away from the boys. This sucked for Melanie, cause she was always in and out with this fool, Charles. He had a nasty mouth but he was cute though. I knew he was doing it to her to on the DL. Shoot by 7th grade, there was a group of 5 or 6 girls doing it with each other. We all participated in the same after-school activities, and had previously been classmates before I moved to the manhattan prep school. On our trips, we would run an entire bunk and everyone was sworn to secrecy or risk getting yo azz beat! We'd always pair up before the trip but knew everyone was fair game. Mel was always my bus ride partner. We always wore skirts and scoped out seats near the back. We would finger each other on every single bus trip. Whoeever was getting fingered would be on the inside seat. The outside person would pretend to be laying/sleeping on the other person---while nibbling a nipple inconspicously and finger fucking under a large warm blanket.

I really liked when she touched me but I loved fingering her. She used to like to pretend she was sleeping also but underneath the blanket she'd be spread so wide to me, with gushs of wetnesses and her pussy muscles contracting on my pace. Overnight trips were the best because I got to play with her pussy for as long as I wanted. Her kitty was always moist and her clit felt juicy between my forefinger and thumb. At night when the bus was pitch black, she'd whisper "Do it fast, but cover my mouth". I loved this part. I'd sit up slowly and look around to make sure no one was facing our direction. I would slide her ass down to the edge of the seat and drape her right leg over both my legs. She was practically on my lap. Her left leg stood up on the radiator on the side of the bus with both of us sufficiently covered by the blanket. Being in the back of the bus, we had a little leeway with sound but we were always super careful---that's why she insisted that I cover her mouth. She was always worried about getting caught. I liked teasing her with my middle finger, sliding up and down her pussy lips. I could always tell she was getting impatient, cause she would inch her pussy closer to my hand, hoping to get lucky with a quick dip inside. I pressed my left hand hard against her mouth and face. She wrapped her hands around mine for extra support. I took a deep breath, braced myself and dove straight into her treasure chest.

Starting very slowly, I'd work my finger around her smooth wet walls. Twirling my finger, working it in and out slowly. Every once in a while I'd quickly slide my finger up to her clit and use my thumb to squeeze it. She squeezed my hands tighter. I was always patient and willing to wait until I felt like she was really open---gushing with sweet juices, clit pulsating to a rapid rhthym. Then I'd ball up all but my middle finger and finger fuck her for as fast I could. I was determined to give it to her from every angle. Her slippery wet lips slid past my knuckles. I rotated my hand back and forth while swimming in and out. I worked in different zones enjoying every minute of it. I loved teasing her with fast pumps in and out just at the tip of her lips. She gushed some more for me. I quickly flip my hand to palm side up and use my thumb to wiggle her clit, while still giving it to her. That was my favorite. I kept a fluid, trance-like motion and I can remember thinking, gosh my mouth is open and tongue is out---thank god she can't see me. lol. My own kitty is meowing, clit tingling in excitement. I guess I'd stop when I knew she couldn't take anymore or someone in the bus coughed. I always gave her clit a few minutes of extra playtime as I pinched lightly, pulled and wiggled. Eventually, we'd both fall asleep. On a few occasions I did fall asleep with my finger in her pussy, thumb on her clit. Regardless, the next day I had my own reminder of our secret - her scent right on my finger, which I sniffed long, hard and frequently. I was an addict.

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So you see, I've had this relationship with pussy going on for a looooong time. Of course I would admit it has evolved tremendously. Still, no one could have ever told me back in the day that I would experience nearly a year long pussy drought! Now that I'm enduring that space, I really don't know what to think. I'm trying to make heads and tails of it, truly scratching my head. How am I feeling? Hmm How....am....I...feeling? I guess I feel frustrated and pissed but confused as hell. I mean, is this just supposed to be the pussy-less era? When do I get that impulse back?


Kudos to my boyfriend, who has obviously put it down enough for this drought to have occurred. I have never been in a relationship with a man before and not had sexual encounters (with or without his knowledge) with another woman. So I guess from one angle, this could be seen as a triumph for my heterosexual relationships. But I think I'd feel like that was less bullshit if I didn't fantasize about women all the time. Cleary, as wonderful as sex is with my boyfriend, there are just some things he can't possiby provide. Although on some nights, if I'm faded enough and he's being really quick and gentle, I can definitely hallucinate about a second girl involved.

Granted, my life is very different today than even a year ago. I'm not galavanting around NYC in stilettos rendezvous-ing with other hot girls in stilettos. Damn those were the days. These days I'm out in west bum fuck, NJ, with nary a fabulous weave around. But I've dealt with worse and have still found jump-offs. So I keep thinking these are all excuses. There are definitely some cute girls at my school at least. Ok, yes some are just way too young, 18/19---and others are not my type, despite being cute. But, it didn't take long for my school crew to get comfortable talking about sexuality & interests. I'm pretty confident that one drunk night with either of my homegirls---the drought is probably over. So why haven't I made a move? So why let the blasphemy continue? Is it a drought or have I just gone on strike. Or am I fasting for a specific future meal?

After a 22-year affair with pussy, best believe I need to figure this out. Tonight I learned that I was clearly born with the desire to lust after and love women. All of my naughty thoughts were from my own limited frame of reference. There were no outside influences initially. Finger fucking was our secret born out of simple attraction and curiousity. I never spoke about it with anyone---not until well into my 20s. Truthfully, I didn't speak about it much with any of the girls that participated. I feared that they would be able to tell just how much I liked it---and I wasn't supposed to like it THAT much. lol

This is my journey to find an answer. Maybe there is something in the past or the future that explains this sudden shift. Late night reminscing and fantasizing, I'm bound to come across something...

Has the core of your sex life suddenly changed and you're hardpressed to figure out why? What would you do to get to an answer?

Log in for The Pussy Drought: Volume 2!

Rush Hour

It was 7:15am and like every other morning she rushed down the crowded station steps toward the platform where she would await her train to work. The jacket of her business suit flattered every curve. She moved in and out of the crowd in her 3.5 inch stilettos as if they were Cross Trainers. A pro at this, she'd been making this commute every morning for the past 3 years, ever since she'd been hired as an Executive Assistant at the record label. This was her routine and even though some people would get frustrated with the monotony of it all, it never seemed to get old to her.

She positioned herself on the platform in the precise spot where the door would open directly in front of her and started to go over her schedule for the day in her head. She knew it was going to be a long day, with back to back meetings and then a PR event to attend in the evening. She was making mental notes, wanting to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything at home, when she saw the headlights of the train coming toward her. As the crowd started to move in closer to the yellow line she patiently waited for the train to stop and then then when it did--right where she knew it would--she stepped on. It seemed every single person around her was moving - rushed and frantic. She hated starting her day that way because once she got to work all opportunity for peace of mind was out the window. It was much easier to start the day in the same way that she hoped to end it. So while everyone else hustled she sashayed onto the train as if a red carpet was under her feet.

The doors began to close, a hundred people filling the hot train car. It seemed more crowded than usual this morning. People were packed shoulder to shoulder. Even though she got on first, she held on to the pole closest to the door so that she could be one of the first to exit when she reached her stop about 15 minutes later. Just as the door was about to shut all the way an arm reached in to hold it open and he got on.

He must have been running late this morning because he was usually waiting near her when the train stopped to pick them up. He was tall, dark, and way past handsome. He had hazel brown eyes and his salt and pepper hair was always lined up perfectly. She guessed he must have be in his mid 40's. They'd never spoken but the conversations they had between each other with their eyes spoke volumes. He looked at her as soon as he stepped on the train. People shifted inch by inch to try to fit him in and once the door was closed and the train was pulling off, he managed to position himself between her and an elderly woman who'd been left to stand while a group of teenagers occupied the seats across the aisle. The train left and more people got on at the first stop than got off. Before they reached the 3rd stop she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He was easily 3 inches taller than her, but with her 4 inch Prada heels they were nearly cheek to cheek. The train was too packed for her to turn to reposition herself so she just stood still and waited. Stop number 6. She could feel his knee graze the back of her left leg every time the train wobbled. She'd decided not to wear stockings this morning with her skirt so there was no barrier. She felt herself being turned on by the contact of the material of his designer suit. The train shook and she could feel that he had shifted his body until it was almost directly behind hers. The train was still so crowded no one paid any attention to the fact that they were so close. She held on to the pole in front of her and tried to stay as still as possible so that her body did not move against his. He had another agenda. He'd been holding the strap above him but at the next stop moved his hand to her pole right above her hand. His hand touched hers and waves of electricity flowed through her body. T he train passed through a tunnel and the lights in the hot car flickered off. They remained off for about 45 seconds. She used the opportunity to shift a little as she could feel moistness building between her legs. As she moved, she felt him press his body against hers. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her ample ass. She knew it was intentional on his part and she didn't bother to move. She wanted to do more than feel his cock on the back of her skirt. Her pussy was wet and juices were already seeping through the thin material of the g-string she was wearing. She closed her eyes and held on to the pole tighter. She felt a hand creeping up the inside of her thigh and her knees almost buckled. No one noticed, as the lights came back on, that he had his hand up her skirt and was slowly caressing the wet lips of her pussy. She kept her eyes closed, careful not to move, careful not to change her facial expression. He stood closer behind her and dipped his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. When he massaged his thumb deep into her vagina walls and used his middle finger to rub her clit she couldn't take it anymore. The train jerked and she was pulled away from him as her pussy throbbed and she came right there, one stop before she was to exit. She didnt turn around to look at him. She could still feel his breathing on the back of her neck but he had stepped away far enough that she could no longer feel his body against hers. As the train came to a halt she straightened up the material of her skirt and rushed off toward the steps leading up to the street where she worked. She could only hope tomorrow's train ride would be as exciting.

Do you have fantasies of sex "in motion"?

Tongue Lashing

My ex and I are having a hard time separating from one another. One moment we're on, the next off. One week he's all over me and the next I can't get in touch with him. If I didn't care about him as much as I do, there would be no problem putting my foot down. Last week I told him I was ending our physical relationship in an effort to heal and accept our new platonic friendship. After we talked over the dinner I made and chilled on the couch for a bit, I hinted that it was time to leave. He pulled me closer to him, looked in my eyes not saying anything for a while, began to touch me places where he knew I'd weaken. He kissed me gently and then rougher more passionate kisses followed. For a good minute, I lost myself in it but realizing that I had gone back on my word, I pushed him away and asked him to leave. I wasn't really in the mood anyway but every day afterwords I thought about it.

Our arrangement generally consists of one outing a week. This week, I decided going out rather than staying in was best. We grabbed some late night Thai food together after work. Quick and easy, we were full and I usually can't do the deed on a full stomach. During the car ride home though I became mysteriously emotional and horny. I invited him to watch television. After an hour or so, I could see that the 'itis' was creeping up on him, he rolled over and put his arm around me guiding my body into spooning position. "Hell no," I thought. I was feeling guilty that I was now contemplating some action but I let him know and he used words I had said back to me, "I just want to lay here and hold you. It's probably not a good idea." I decided to fight back. I felt a tingle and a trickle of wetness there as soon as he turned me over and pulled me close. I knew he had begun to harden and was ignoring it. It was an easy battle - he had not brought condoms with him and I didn't have any either. I kissed him and he soon surrendered. He fingered my clit while he began to kiss my neck, breasts ... slowly going lower and lower.

I am a fan of oral sex. The teacher I told you about... that was definitely his specialty. He never needed the favor returned so I've become a greedy bitch about it. Because I have had experience with an expert, I know oral is not my ex's strongest suit and so I never push it because I don't want to be disappointed. Left with no other option to please me this night, he went for it and I needed something, anything ... so I let him proceed. He spent a lifetime down there ... so much so that I came twice. Maybe because I'm worrying less about offending him, I guided the way at times, telling him what I wanted, what felt right, when he shouldn't stop. As he fingered me while doing a number on my clit, I squealed in delight. He wouldn't stop. Even as I attempted to slide my behind away from him he grabbed my thighs tighter and zoned in. I was in ecstasy and couldn't contain myself, literally. A squirt of something caught him off guard.

Did I just...

to be continued...

Finger...Lickin..mmm Good.

Perhaps it was the movies of the 1980's that fully indoctrinated us members of the fairer sex on the perils of fingering. For some the mere thought conjures up images of brutish male hands jabbing into soft pink flesh. We've all likely been victim of the innocent inexperienced attempts of adolescent boys/girls and perhaps the even more pathetic attempts of 20 and 30 somethings who should long ago have learned or been taught better. I'm all for skipping the foreplay and moving on the main course when the moment dictates. But I fear that far too many females decline and avoid what can be a sublimely satisfying entree all it's own.

My partner almost always includes an appetizer of finger fucking in our sex play, and on Sunday morning I awoke, wet and ready to discover his mouth suckling my nipple and his forefinger gently sliding in and out of my pussy. I felt the building pressure of arousal low in my belly as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Morning" he mumbled into my breast. "Good morning" I offered in reply, a sleepy smile plastered on my face! While he focused his mouth on my ever tightening nipples, his fingers teased the opening of my pussy, outlining its oblong shape with ample lubrication from my dripping juices. He slowly eased one finger inside and my body hungrily responded by clenching around it. The agonizing tension of his teeth and lips nibbling and sucking at my nipple in combination with the slow dance of his fingers at my entrance was enough to take me to the low peak of my first orgasm. He turned his forearm, so that his finger could better reach it's intended target. He began gently to stroke my g-spot, eliciting moans with every lazy thrust. The finger fuck was everything at once: the heady tease of repeated re-entry, the pussy clenching pressure of g-spot massage, the force of juice drenched knuckles grazing clit and finally that tiny thread of panic (when you are forced to decide between staying the course, or fleeing) which preceded my tumble over the edge of the high peak of my second cum. Laying, legs splayed and shaking in its aftermath I had to marvel - SHIT! I'd almost forgotten just how good a finger fuck could be.

For those like who'd like to put their fingers to good use here are some tips, for beginners and veterans alike:

• Keeping your hands clean and your nails trimmed is essential. I've heard more than enough horror stories from girl friends and guy friends alike. Snags/dirt and vagina don't go well together.
• The second most important aspect of a successful finger fuck is lubrication. Whether its saliva, pussy juice or lube, everything needs to be nice and wet for maximum pleasure.
• Don't go straight for the pussy...that's the main course, start with the appetizers, kissing, licking, touching and tasting all the body parts attached to her vagina/anus, all the places she likes and in the ways she prefers to be handled. Touch her there only when she is begging for it, literally or with her body language.
• Fingers are sometimes even more effective than penises/dildos because of their maneuverability. You can always hit the g-spot with your fingers. And once you've found that, for the dedicated - making her squirt could be achieved in time for dessert.
• Don't underestimate the point of entry. Dipping your fingers gently into either orifice at the peak of her arousal might be all it takes. The first two inches of either entry hole are highly sensitive.
• All women are not created equal. Don't use the same exact "technique" you've been perfecting since 1989. Preferences for variations in speed and force should be specific to your chick. Be focused, attentive and passionate. Be receptive and responsive to critique verbal or demonstrated. It's partly about the way you do what you do, not just how you do it.

What do you enjoy most when given the finger?

I Love Movie Night

I just had an awakening; I loved to be watched. So it was movie night with my sister, girlfriend and I. Everything was normal, we ate, had dessert and were readying ourselves for the second movie. My girl and me were in the bed and my sister was a few feet away on the couch. We were laying on each other just enjoying the movie and I got that tinkling feeling in my pussy and I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the night without my pussy getting some attention.


So being the freak that I am I spread the blanket over us and turned up the volume on the movie. I lifted up my shirt and popped a juicy nipple in her mouth. When her warm breathe soaked my on button my pussy started to juice up. The panties were getting in the way so she started to slowly eased them down as my sister seemed to be unaware of what was happening. With three of her slender fingers jammed in my slippery hot pussy and my nipple in her mouth I was in heaven. Thank god I don’t have a squeaky bed cause I was riding her fingers like a prized jockey.


I’m so nasty. My legs were spread eagle, FOUR fingers in my pussy, sister on the couch, pillow in my mouth and I loved the excitement. I looked over at my girl and through the haze of my ecstasy all I could see was calmness on her face. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow and I was heading to the home stretch. Just as I was ready to burst she made a slurping noise. She quickly pulled her fingers out making more sex sounds and I thought the jug was up..lol but thank god it was a great movie cause my sister didn’t seem to notice.


Do you know I had the nerve to turn around and arch my back and let my favorite friends get deeper into their home. I’m a vocal fuck and the pressure of not being able to yell out prevented my cum but the foreplay was great. I think it time to venture to the swingers club so I can be in an environment with a willing viewing audience.

Do you like to watch or be watched like me?

Too Tired

It has been a while since we were intimate. Work was really stressful and I had been spending long hours at the office. Our exchanges were limited to me kissing his forehead as he lay sleeping when I was leaving for work and then an obligatory kiss on the cheek when I came home after 16 hours of work. Thursday was a day like all the recent days - I left early, got home late and crashed almost instantly. He must have felt sorry for me because he didn't even try to talk to me. He just tucked me in and retreated to the living room.

So much for feeling sorry for me, later that night, as I lay sleeping on my back, I felt a finger in my pussy and then two and then three. "Uuuuhhhmmmmmmmmm," I moaned as I pushed my ass back towards the source of my pleasure. He turned me over on my back and squeezed my left nipple while he sucked the right. What I really wanted was for him to eat my pussy - it had been a long time since that happened. I didn't have the energy to be demanding so I went with the flow. After a few more minutes of milking me, he flipped me over and shoved his dick into my pussy. His hard dick sliding in and out of my wet pussy felt so good. I was creaming all over his dick. "Want me to get the anal ease baby?" Now normally I would have said "hell yes" and would have been begging for it but the energy level wasn't there and my pussy felt so good and didn't want to let go of the jewels. As punishment for not complying, he beat my pussy; I felt his dick pound my cervix over and over. "It feels SOOOOOOOOOO good baby," I whispered fiercely. It was the middle of the night and I did not want to wake the neighbors. "WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?" he asked, each word corrospending to a deep stroke. My response was so garbled even I couldn't make it out. He fucked me harder and harder and asked where I wanted it. "In my pussy baby," I shouted.

A few minutes later he obliged and we both collapsed.

Have you ever been too tired to properly enjoy a good fuck?

E-Booty Call

Me: (3/12/2009 9:05:10 PM): Hey
Him: (3/12/2009 9:05:38 PM): Hey you, what‘s good?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:06:26 PM): You are. I am working tonight. Bored as hell.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:06:33 PM): You want me to entertain you?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:06:38 PM): I NEED you to entertain me.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:06:59 PM): I can do that
Me: (3/12/2009 9:07:16 PM): How you gonna do that?
Him: (3/12/2009 9:07:27 PM): However you want me to baby…you know I got you.
Me: (3/12/2009 9:07:43 PM): Well I was sitting here wishing you were under my desk right now sticking your tongue deep in my pussy.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:08:19 PM): What are you wearing?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:08:28 PM): My work uniform you already know. Boy shorts and a baby tee.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:08:30 PM): take off the shorts I want you to soak your chair
Me: (3/12/2009 9:08:33 PM): You always do this to me while I am working
Him: (3/12/2009 9:09:16 PM): You are so lucky I am not there right now. You know I would come up behind you and kiss you on the back of your neck
Him: (3/12/2009 9:09:28 PM): Then slowly take off your t-shirt so I can reach around and make those nipples hard before I suck them
Him: (3/12/2009 9:09:38 PM): Lick your fingers for me
Me: (3/12/2009 9:10:07 PM): Babe, Im typing. one hand on my laptop, one hand on the work computer
Him: (3/12/2009 9:11:11 PM): I know how good you are at multi-tasking, lick them for me, two fingers…are the shorts off?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:11:35 PM): Yes
Me: (3/12/2009 9:11:37 PM): They are off Bossman.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:11:47 PM): Just call me Daddy
Me: (3/12/2009 9:12:05 PM): They’re off Daddy.
Me: (3/12/2009 9:12:24 PM): I want you. Bad. When are you comin to see me?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:12:33 PM): Can you send me a picture right now?
Him: (3/12/2009 9:13:05 PM): Why you wanna see how hard my dick is... just thinking about your lips wrapped around it?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:13:09 PM): You can’t be as hard as I am wet. The chair is wet already. Thank goodness no one else has to sit here. Im spreading my lips for you.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:13:11 PM): Nice
Me: (3/12/2009 9:13:27 PM): I’m taking a ten minute break from work so you have my full attention. Shake me up a little before I have to go back.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:13:53 PM): How many fingers you have inside...
Me: (3/12/2009 9:13:57 PM): I’m just rubbing my juicy clit for you, waiting for you to cum and taste it. It’s throbbin
Him: (3/12/2009 9:13:59 PM): You gonna let me fill all your holes again?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:14:01 PM): Yes luv, your dick down my throat, 3 fingers splashing in my pussy juice, and my “playmate” deep in my ass
Me: (3/12/2009 9:14:16 PM): I am soooo wet.
Me: (3/12/2009 9:14:23 PM): You wanna hear it?
Him: (3/12/2009 9:15:00 PM): You know I do…put the phone by your pussy and let me hear it drip
Me: (3/12/2009 9:15:14 PM): OK

I took my cell phone out of my handbag, dialed his number and without saying a word put it on speaker phone and repositioned it between my thighs below my dripping fingers.

Me: (3/12/2009 9:15:39 PM): Can you hear it?
Him: (3/12/2009 9:15:39 PM): Hell yes
Him: (3/12/2009 9:15:47 PM):I want to bend you over your desk while you work…hold you by your waist and just rotate inside you. I bet I can make you feel better than all ur toys put together.
Me: (3/12/2009 9:15:52 PM): Oh is that right?
Him: (3/12/2009 9:15:55 PM): Promise
Me: (3/12/2009 9:16:08 PM): I wanna see you. Can I come over?
Him: (3/12/2009 9:16:23 PM): you know the door is open What time you get off?
Me: (3/12/2009 9:16:27 PM): Don’t worry about that. u just be ready for me
Him:(3/12/2009 9:16:39 PM): I’m always ready for you. It’s chilly outside, wear a coat. You can forget everything else at home. I’ll warm you up when you get here.
Me: (3/12/2009 9:16:52 PM): You got it. See you soon.
Him: (3/12/2009 9:17:07 PM): Kisses baby.

The night is ACTUALLY looking up for me! Have to love modern technology :-)wish me luck and great dick on this one!

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