Going, Going, Still Not Gone

I’ve spent today doing nothing other than setting up this identity across multiple sites (twitter, facebook, google plus and tumblr). And I have seen and admired so much porn, read so many erotic words and watched so many videos I have literally cum in my pants multiple times. I even had an afternoon fuck with a gorgeous friend of mine, but still, here I am, ready to go again. Such is the life of a sex addict.

If someone were to knock on my door and ask me to fuck them right now, I would be on them in a flash. I can already imagine pulling them against me, not caring what their name was, where they came from, whether they were single or involved. It wouldn’t matter how much I’ve cum or how much my cock might ache from all the wanking and sex during the day, I’d be hard the instant I saw them standing there and heard them begging me to fuck them.

They might try and explain who they were and why they were there, but I don’t think I’d notice. I’d be too busy kissing sucking my way across their body – licking their tummy and dragging my tongue around them – to hear their words. My hunger would become so all encompassing, and I would be so turned on, that when the moment came, I could easily slip inside.

We wouldn’t speak. We wouldn’t need to. Our eyes would simply lock together, both knowing what the other needed, and we’d push together. I’d feel her hips rise and her wet slit tease the head of my cock, and I would push forwards, desperate to get deeper inside her. With one hard thrust I’d spread her and fill her. And as she lay there, under me with her legs wide open, I’d go to work – rubbing and grinding and thrusting inside her. Pushing over and over and over again while she ran her nails down my back and whimpered. Neither of us speaking, just letting our bodies do the work. Until eventually, inevitably, we pushed each other to the edge and came together. Her body trembling and her head thrown back – the perfect sight for me to finally release and cum deep inside her.

Then, after our orgasms had eased, we’d smile and kiss and relax until I could slide out of her. She’d give me a kiss, pull her panties up, dress herself, and leave without another word…

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