Wow. I haven't written here in so long. I've been trying to write erotica but it seems to only come out like really bad Anne Rice. My sex life hadn't changed much, until recently, and part of me doesn't want to talk about that as I think it was just a one time thing, despite wanting more. Something awoke within me and I crave it more and more.
I love the way a guy looks at me when he is turned on by what he sees. There is almost a glint in their eye as they smell my musk or like what I am wearing. I act coy around it, pretending I don't know the thoughts going through their head. I like that game. Dancing around one another like fireflies around flames. A sexual tango of lust and desire. I like to hold them at bay until I know I am happy with them touching me, holding me.
Butterflies
There has been many men in my life trying to get a taste of me, they haven't inspired the feelings I wanted them to, the feelings I currently crave. When my boyfriend kisses me I still get "butterflies" in my stomach. I know that these feelings are some kind of endorphin or other hormone rush being released from my ovaries or other places around that area making me wet. It is a turn on to be kissed in such a way that creates butterflies. Most times I don't let a guy even close enough to kiss me. But when I do, and they give me this same feeling I know that there is a spark, a connection between us and the sex is going to be a little more than just rumping and pumping.
His kiss was like this. It's what perked my interest. Long before the kiss I had felt comfortable enough to be semi-naked around him. The boys had already been semi-naked together for most of the night. I liked watching. Not in a purvey way, but it made me smile. It made me happy seeing my boy curled up with another, warm and looked after. It made me happy seeing the two of them become aroused. It even made me happy when the two of them had each others lips locked on each others cock. I didn't mind taking a back seat.
Watching from the shadows
I worked out at that point that I did enjoy this. Maybe not in a sexual sense but something deep inside stirred in me. As they kissed each other, hands down each others pants rubbing long, glistening cocks, I sat back and admired them. The way the light hit their hair. Long hair, always a total weakness of mine. The way they were lost in each other. I played it coy, watched TV while they made out in the corner of my eye. I liked acting like nothing was happening. All the while I hoped to be pulled into their coupling.
Time went past and soon it was time for bed for my boy. I poked my lip out a little put out that kitten hadn't had her share of the milk. I was pounced up on, one on either breast. This felt amazing. Fingers wormed their way up into areas that had been wet for hours. Wave after wave of pleasure shivered over me. It wasn't long after this that I felt that kiss.
We shared my boys cock between our mouths. Our lips touched and I felt a spark, which might have been static build up, but that felt nice. I was comfortable. I was doing things I had been wanting to do for months. I didn't want it to stop. Not long after I was told to go to bed and the night ended.
The next day
I had to be up early, things to do, people to see. Upon arriving back to the apartment I heard the distinct sound of sex from the bed room. I resisted the urge to go stand in the door way with a cup of coffee and watch. Breakfast was served for two, while I changed for lunch. All day all I could think about was two hungry boys and me in the middle. I wanted so much more.
Shopping and socialising aside we all went back to the apartment, where my boy decided he didn't want to play any more. This made me sad but I had a new toy to break in. The more we kissed, like hungry horny teenagers the more the butterflies came. I had to hold myself back to not just have him take me there on the sofa, to go against all our rules. My womb ached and cried out to be filled up. I had to be a good girl and follow the rules.
The bedroom still smelled of the morning's adventures, as they were whispered to me I was entered roughly from behind. I hadn't allowed anyone to be quite so rough with me in almost two years, yet I felt safe enough to do so. We play fought, he held me down taking me over and over with his long, thick sweet tasting shaft. I wanted more and I didn't care if it wore us out.
For hours we kept going at it, with rests in between. It was the most sex I had had over the course of two days. By the end of the following day I was exhausted, happy and drowning in a sea of endorphins. I wanted more. I want more.
I think I have a new addiction.
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