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

ISO: A Friendly Fuck

I've been pondering recently whether what I really need is a fuck buddy. Don't get me wrong, I like my girlfriend. I think she's hot. My partner thinks she hot. I love fucking her. It's been fun, entertaining and satisfying for sure. But lately I'm kinda feeling like I'm missing something. Excitement? Heat? Spontaneity? Distance?

Is it possible that I don't want someone who tells me about their problems? Maybe I'd like to avoid tidbits like how her day has been, who pissed her off at work, whether her car is in the shop? Perhaps I'm not interested in going out on "dates" and spooning? Maybe I just want to fuck a bitch and go home? without the details? without finesse? without even hello?

Yearning to run my hands under the smooth curve of lusty piece of fresh ass does all that information matter? When my lips lock around the tight peak of her nipples, sucking and laving deeply until the dark brown is hidden from view do I need to look at her face? When the tip of my tongue circles the outer edge of her clit, pink to pink, must we get acquainted? When my forefinger wet with my juice and her juice presses against the stubbly plumpness of her g-spot is it essential that I know her name? When her back arches as she cums and the milk wet drips down my fingers, should I be concerned about when we'll next meet?

Maybe I'm just a greedy, horny bitch. But maybe it's time for something different. I'm in search of a friendly fuck.

Have you ever chosen random acts of fucking over constancy?

Nogo, The Impotent Narc: A Tale From Pink's WTF Files

Sometimes, bitches should just leave well enough alone....Well, that's what I think my ass should have done the other night. It started out as a regular night of pre-sleep masturbation. I had decided to stay in on this particular evening, it was about 11 p.m. and was relishing in playbacks of the surprise fuck i received from my main squeeze (I use that term loosely) a few days before. And I was just in the middle of my third orgasm, you know the one that makes you want to say, " Fuck it" and call your In Case of Emergency dick--when my phone rang.

(Clearing throat) "Mmm, Hello?" I said huskily wondering if it was the Dick Delivery Man answering my prayers.

"Hey Pink, what you doin, baby?" he sounded so sexy, I almost started to thank the Goddess when I realized...It was him.

"Him," is a dude that I met through a friend. He was a party promoter at night and by day, he worked as a Narc. Yes, this dude busted dope boys by day and partied with them by night. Ain't that about a bitch? So anyways, because I like to indulge from time to time, have friends who indulge and just generally don't like cops or their cousins...I blew him off. I had successfully dodged his calls, but in my post-nut horny stupor, I slipped on looking at the ID first.

"Uh, Hey Narc. Damn, I haven't heard from you in a while," I said, trying to sound 1) Happy to hear from him and 2) Not like I just finished cumming. #2 didn't work.

"Damn, sexy, if you answered the phone sometimes we would talk. What you over there doing, you sound like you're preoccupied.." He sounded so good and I did kick him to the curb before I tested the goods.

What the hell...

"I was preoccupied fucking myself. But since you interrupted me, why don't you come by and finish me off?"

"Okay baby, give me a half hour."

He was there in 20 minutes. I steered him away from the small talk bullshit by coming to the door in my "Don't talk, just fuck me" outfit of black lace bra and matching boy shorts with hooker-high heels. I was ready, and I didn't want to hear about his day or any of that preliminary bullshit.

"Shit," he said.

"Wrong word. How about Fuck?" I said.

We walked over to the futon. I sat down. Reached for his zipper. He said "Damn girl" I kept going. Tried to keep him from saying as little as possible. I started to suck. He got hard and after a few more obligatory strokes and moans, I bent over. He raced behind me, telling me he couldn't wait to fuck me. He rolled on the condom, pushed up to me and...wtf??

Homie was softer than a dryer sheet. It was a No-Go. I turned around and did the whole, "Let me jack it for you" thing. Then Nogo takes the condom off and asks me to suck it again. I'm not a fan of the taste of spermicide, or soft dicks, so I said, "No, why don't you try again?" I asked, exasperated. His dick got hard for a second, he stepped behind me and then... nothing. Softie McSoftie Pants was not shaking shit.

But this isn't the kicker. Nogo says to me, "Well, it's probably because of the condom." Then he looks up at me with this "Pleaseeee let me hit it raw?!?" kind of look. HELL NO HOMIE!! I mean, seriously, did this dude just try to run some high school game on me? Dude, I'm not fucking you raw. Sorry if it can't stay hard, playa... but I don't play Russian Roulette. Fall back, Pimpin'. Waay back.

I used my irateness behind his insane suggestion as the reason for kicking his ass out immediately. Mutherfucker wasted my time. I should've had a fucking V8.

Have you ever had to call the cops on a limp cock?