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The only thing better than making love is sex; the only thing better than that is getting fucked. Yes, there is a difference. I’m thrice blessed because my lover appreciates me for my brains and then fucks them out of me. His devastating one-two-three attacks of perfect acceptance and empathy, constant, over-the-top romance intertwined with horny seduction, and mind-blowing sex, sometimes to the point that I pass out from pleasure—which I highly recommend, by the way—has kept me in a constant state of desperate, horny heat since the day we met. Trust me, I’m not complaining; in fact, I’m addicted.However, constantly being in a sexual stupor means that I sometimes go off the deep end and take things way too far. To justify myself and my actions, let me feebly try to explain. You see, when a person is in normal, everyday mode, they may have sexual thoughts, but that itching, burning, soul-consuming need to have an orgasm doesn’t ambush you until you get highly aroused. Try to imagine living in that heightened state every day. I’m not always insanely horny; sometimes I’m asleep. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending upon your point of view, if things happen to me that would arouse a normal person, it increases my already-lusty libido to the point that it shoots through the stratosphere.If sexy, romantic treatment or other things would make your pussy wet, mine pours out gallons that run down my thighs. I can’t even wear panties because they get soaked within minutes and rendered useless. My entire body catches fire; my body trembles. I get so horny that I all but chew off my lower lip in wanton anticipation. If a breeze blows up my skirt, my clit throbs. If somebody touches me, I moan in delight, wanting, needing more. The Goddess built me for pleasure; Her gift is that I enjoy it a thousand times more than my partners. That is until I take it too far.My Saturday began like most. I woke up to some fresh wildflowers, a sexy Anadoluyakası Escort love note, and breakfast in bed. I also woke up hornier than usual. My husband gave me one of his killer massages the night before. Getting a massage is like pizza. When it’s good, it’s fucking fantastic; when it’s not so good, it’s still good. My husband has this superpower when it comes to massages. He can bestow a full-body orgasm without even touching your pussy. We were watching some vampire show on TV, but I’d be lying if I told you I paid any attention. Getting me off by running his hands all over my nude flesh was nearly sensory overload. Crawling between my legs and licking my pussy until I came so hard that I blacked out, most definitely was.All I remember is cumming my brains out and waking up in our bed to little heart-shaped pancakes and strawberries arranged around the plate. I wanted his cock. I needed to feel that thick, long hunk of meat stretching my insides, filling me completely full, making me orgasm over and over while I begged and screamed for more. But, alas. As always, he was long gone before my alarm went off. Even my suction cup dildo, my womanizer, and the shower massage didn’t sate me. From the second I woke up and all through the day, my body was just vibrating with arousal-spawned tingles.Because my mind was in fantasy land, I forgot to pack for the weekend. I was such a space cadet that I just threw on a short, floral sundress, nothing else except my sandals, and headed into work. I was all alone, all day, except for the aggravating flow of customers. I wanted to lock the door and finger-fuck myself into oblivion. The floor traffic was just barely busy enough that if I wanted to get off, I’d need to do it on the sales floor with customers in the store.Some hunky football player, all muscles and tight buns, browsing the fitness books? The checkout counter is at the perfect height Anadoluyakası Escort Bayan for me to hump my clit on the corner while I watch him bend over and flex those biceps. That nubile, blond coed, obviously braless and wearing yoga shorts so tight that her pussy lips are visible in the crotch? She almost caught me with one leg up, my fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy.My urgent, sexual need increased by the minute. Even when I did manage to get myself off, the orgasms only increased my lust. Then my husband, Glade, inspired me.His text read, “At camp, my divine temptation. When will I see your perfection again?” Yes, he always talks like that.“Late,” I responded, despondently. “I have nothing to wear.”“You’ll be wearing nothing!?” he texted back with a heart and a wink. “You’ll cause quite the stir, but I’d love to see that.”“So fucking horny, too. I blame you.”Fine, then. I considered the gauntlet thrown. Rather than go home after work and rummage through my closets for an hour or two until I found something decent to wear, I just pulled the top down on my Volkswagen Cabriolet and headed East to the medieval group’s campground. My friend, Sylva, had texted me that hardly any people were there this weekend. The core group of deviants was there, only one or two others.The wind in my hair, racing over my thighs and blowing under my short dress, exponentially heightened my already-insane arousal. Noticing leers and air-horn honks from truckers and drivers on the road, it wasn’t long before the hem of my dress was pulled up to my crotch, then over it. A few quick tugs revealed my tits to anyone that cared to look. The cool, rushing air on my nipples almost caused a spontaneous orgasm as I drove. Eventually, about twenty or so miles away from the campsite, I got so turned on from flashing on the highway that I pulled over to remove my dress and give myself a quick cum before Escort Anadoluyakası finishing the trip. Apparently, the sight of a sexy, nude redhead speeding down the highway with one hand on the wheel and the other flicking her soaked clit is a severe road hazard that requires lots of swerving.Nude except for sandals, I parked in the field and sauntered in. All eyes were on me, causing the burning, horny need in my core to explode into wanton desire. Because nobody seemed to mind or care, except for ogling my body, I stayed that way, rather than grab myself in medieval attire. Those lusty looks, kisses, and compliments put my sky-high passion into overdrive. My husband, my friend, Kiera, and a few others took every opportunity to sexually torture me. The sun set on my dripping cunt; the orange-tinted moon took the night sky, causing the sex juice on my thighs to glisten.Later, feeling neither pain nor inhibitions, with one hand stroking a friend’s cock, Kiera’s fingers buried in my snatch, and getting off to the thrill of everyone else watching me, I said to Kiera, “I’m so fucking horny. I wish everyone would undress and just fuck me like I’m their personal fuck toy.”She laughed, pulling her fingers from my cunt and sucking on them. “Did you forget that I’m the queen? I can command my subjects to do anything.”Reaching into her side pouch, Kiera produced a tube of lipstick labeled “passion red.” Smiling all the while, she wrote “FREE USE SLUT” across my chest in big, capital letters.“Your queen has an announcement. Lady Krystal has expressed her desire to be used as a fuck toy.”She turned to me. “Do you give your consent to be used by everyone?”“Yes,” I screamed, overcome with desire. “I need to be used. I’m so fucking horny.”“I know we are all about mutual consent,” she addressed everyone, “and she just gave it to everyone. If you want some, take it. No asking.”Kiera quickly disrobed. “Starting with me. Finger-bang my fucking cunt and lick my clit until I cum all over your face.”She sat back, her perfect legs spread wide, one hand stroking her pussy, the other beckoning me to it. I crawled between her legs on all fours, sticking my ass up in the air. Without hesitation, I began licking her slit from asshole to clit, then back down.
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