What’s Done

It’s been a while since I’ve been struggling with my sexuality.

I enjoy women and men, but prefer women. I think about being fucked, enjoyed, publicly displayed, shared and spoken about sexually.

My fantasies aren’t the same af the average person’s, does theday make me extremely weird?

Mostly likely, but I’m wired this way.

There are times I feel my nipples are very hard and obvious to everyone, but it’s not true.

There are times I’m so fucking wet that I believe everyone can smell my arousal, but that’s not true.

The only one that knows is me!

It’s a curse to feel and think the way that I do, isn’t it?

Why the fuck am I ALWAYS horny?

Ice Bitch

MY INITIAL IMPRESSIONS:

I moved into my new condo last month, not really feeling the “welcoming party” that was given to me by my neighbor and her two spoiled-assed 21 year old twin daughters. Heck, I had about 5 years over them and moved entirely to another state while these two stayed at home with their mother.

This morning, when I was leaving to go on my jog, I purposely didn’t hold the elevator door for the spoiled brats, especially since I heard them shout out for me to do so. I don’t believe they’ve ever been told, “no” before. The other people on the other floors act like those two controlled them.

They met the right bitch now.

I went on my jog laughing in my head thinking about the astonished look on their faces as I smiled while pressing the door close button.

However, little did I know the two brats had a copy of my apartment keys from the previous elderly owner who needed help from time to time with her laundry and or groceries. While I was out the two of them pried through my things, especially my underwear drawer.

I didn’t know they were infatuated with me.

They snooped through my hamper and removed the panties I wore last night, sniffing in my scent, even taking turns to lick the crotch of them; fantasizing they were licking my pussy.

Since they learned my habits while I hadn’t learned any of theirs, they knew I’d be back soon and they grabbed another pair, so they could each have one. They exited my apartment two minutes before I got there. Greeting me in the hallway and observing my extremely wet and sweaty shirt, which was clinging to my tits. I’ve been jogging for a long time that I didn’t realize my nipples were erect and very plump before their very eyes. Since I was ignoring the twins, it gave them the best vantage point to get a great view of them.

In their minds they began fantasizing about what they’ll look, taste, and feel like. They already had the scent of my pussy still wafting in their noses.

The two brats knew what they had to do. They conveniently left and went to a very special store across town. Very pleased with their purchases, they smiled all the way home devising their plan.

NEVER GIVING UP:

Two weeks later, like clockwork, I left for my jog. The twins immediately went to set up their plan as soon as I left, knowing that I should be back soon, knowing that what they devised had to be executed as planned.

The twins figured the first thing I’d do is grab a bottle of water as soon as I got in, so they spiked my refillable water bottle from the fridge with an undetectable aphrodisiac. The two of them ensuring that their plan would work this way.

In my bedroom they concealed the restraints they had for me very well that they wouldn’t be noticed at first glance. They even did a great job when they hid the different video cameras they set up.

By the time they set up everything, I was on my way back for a shower and a nap. That was my plan, anyway.

When I got out of the elevator, I was pleased to not have seen the twins. Smiling as I opened my door, not noticing them hiding in my hall closet facing the fridge to ensure I drank my spiked water. With delight they watched as I drank all of my water greedily, almost instantly. From their vantage point they witnessed as I began stripping off my sweaty clothes, so that I could head to the shower.

I was unaware of their ogling eyes as they took in the sight of my naked full breasts as I peeled off my bra only inches from them. My perky pink nipples bouncing before them as I removed my leggings, revealing to them that I wasn’t wearing underwear. They got a great glimpse of my bare waxed pussy.

Oblivious to their presence, I began my journey to the bathroom and began starting my shower, not understanding why I was beginning to feel horny.

The twins made their way to my bedroom, hiding in the closet, excitedly waiting for me.

As I entered my room, my back was to them as I allowed my towel to fall in a heap around my feet. Since I sleep naked, I was reaching for my covers to pull back so that I could slide between them. That’s when they crept up behind me, covering my mouth with the chloroformed rag.

Turning me on my back, they both took in the view of my nudity, spreading my pussy, taking a great look at my pinkness, smiling about what they’ll do to me. They worked quickly to bind me, spread-eagled with a pillow lifting my hips… making my pussy more accessible and visible. However, not wanting to touch me sexually until I was awake so that I would know.

LESSONS LEARNED:

They woke me up, with a gag in my mouth, music played in the front room to muffle any protests I made through the gag, but they’d be able to hear me since they were so close to me.

Although I was trying to protest, somehow I found myself becoming aroused. I felt mortified as my nipples rose as they looked at my tits. Both their fingers began to touch them and roll their stiffness between their fingers. My nipples began to get harder. In my mind I was letting out a protest, instead a moan vibrated in my throat. This made them smile as they both began to suck on each nipple. At first slowly, the tips of their tongues flicking and circling rings around my nipples.

All I could do was look down at them and see their greedy mouths begin to suck harder in my nipples. Extremely hard and fast, almost like a pump. Their mouths released my throbbing nipples with a pop and I screamed against the gag, thrashing against my restraints. To my shock, my nipples were throbbing hard and were bigger than they’ve ever been… CHERRY-SIZED!

I could feel my pussy getting wet from what was being done to me; still not realizing that I was drugged. They both spread my now moist pussy. I began to blush from the embarrassment that I was aroused. With their free hand they both began rubbing my moisture in fast and slow circles over my clit. One was slowly finger fucking me, spreading my pussy juice to my clit while the other was rubbing my now moist clit very fast.

I couldn’t stay still under their touches and they laughed at me, calling me their slut. Never stopping what they were doing to my pussy, they both began sucking hard again on my throbbing erect nipples. I began screaming moans of pleasure against the gag. I couldn’t help it. I was feeling such pleasure from their torment. I could feel my pussy juices dripping between my ass.

Again they released my nipples with a suctioned pop from their mouths, my nipples appearing to almost reach for the ceiling.

The twins licked their lips as they both stared at how wet my pussy had become. Their fingers spreading it as if to see all the way inside of me. I could feel my pussy twitch and they began to laugh at me as my pussy began to cum before their eyes. They watched until my pussy barely stopped twitching and immediately both their mouths were upon my wetness. Licking and sucking my pussy as if it were the first meal they had in a long time. Before I could stop myself, my pussy began to feed them as I began cumming again.

The licking and slurping sounds of their mouths echoed in my room, making me cum again and again as their tongues took turns digging into me like a jackhammer, their fingers reaching up to tweak the nipples they’ve engorged to be cherry-sized. I couldn’t stop screaming and moaning against the gag. My head thrashing from side side on my pillow, all the while never begging them to stop. Instead my moans encouraged them to do what they wanted to me.

A HARD LESSON:

As I was still in the throes of my current orgasm, I could feel how wet I’ve made the pillow below my hips. The twins obviously can see it all. As one of them spreads my pussy again, the other reaches for a mini cooler they brought in, she opens it once she puts it on the the bed. I watch as she puts on a winter glove. I’m confused as to why. They both laugh and tell me that since I’ve been such an ice bitch to them; she lifts out a dildo…molded from ice, they wanted to make sure I got fucked like one.

Now I try harder than ever to break free and scream from the terror of what they were about to do.

The twin spreading my pussy open for her sister, pushed down on my hips roughly, preventing me from moving.

They both made fun of my fear, ridiculing me for acting like an ice bitch. I began to scream my apologies, but they paid them no mind. Instead their eyes and smiles widened as the one twin inched the head of the ice dildo toward my spread pussy. In unison they told me to take it like the ice bitch I was and that they know I’ll enjoy it.

I could feel the coldness getting closer to my hot, wet, exposed pussy. Without warning, the ice dildo was thrust rapidly inside me, to its base since it wasn’t a long one. I screamed and had no choice, but to arch my back. My nipples standing at full attention as I screamed from the cold invasion inside my pussy.

She pulled it out swiftly and my back fell against the bed. Before I could get myself together, she thrust it back in. This time she truly began fucking me with it as her twin continued to hold my pussy open and keep my hips still.

They both reveled in hearing my screams and bragged about how hot my pussy was that the dildo was melting.

Apparently, you’re not the ice bitch you thought yourself to be!

The twin fucking me said as they both watched the dildo melt and my pussy become accustomed to it. My moans began to sound different, and they loved it.

To my surprise their mouths began slurping, licking, and sucking the mixture of the melted ice with my pussy juice. I was completely at their mercy. The combination of their hot mouths and the ice dildo made me cum non-stop. To my shock, my pussy squirted for the first time. I squirted all in/on their faces/mouths.

They backed up and the twin fucking me with the melting dildo began to fuck me harder and faster. My moans and screams began coming non-stop and louder through the gag.

The twin holding my pussy open smiling at me as she tells me that it’s almost melted completely. She also began to tell me how they were excited to buy and freeze it. But she’s happiest most of all because they just put me in my place to show that I’m NOT an ice, but is now their slut.

The twin fucking me made me agree that I was their slut to fuck anytime they wanted as she thrust the fast melting dildo harder and faster inside me. When it became nothing but a nub; small enough for a miniature icy, she shoved it deep inside my pussy with her finger and both twins held my legs closed as they sucked harder on my nipples than they did before.

Through my gag as I began cumming all over the remaining piece of the ice dildo that I’m forced to keep inside of me and the twins suck on my nipples, they can hear me yell that I was their slut to do whatever they wanted to/ with me.

As my pussy sucked on the remaining sliver of ice, I knew that I’d never act like an ice bitch again, but as these twins slut.

And then the ice sliver was no more.

Public Knowledge

There are days that I wish people would know just how much of freak I was just by looking at me, yet my daily persona is so much different than when I am alone. I try to acknowledge, recognize who is on the same page as myself.

Are there others out there that think about sex a great deal?

I am still looking for that special person to become my Dominant (be-it female or male) that knows that when its dealing with sexual aspects I look forward to the things they will have me do, however when there are certain aspect in my regular life; I am in control of that.

Yes, I know that is a contradiction as to being a submissive. Yet, I want the power to still have my own personal space to live independently; yet be controlled only in the matter of sexual pleasure.

I sure as hell can’t have my job know that I am that type of freak. It goes against the type of person I am with them daily.

The few candidates I had that I thought would fit the criteria fell short BIG-TIME because they were complete idiots. Thank goodness that I found out that I am not their submissive before I put that in their minds that they were. They can’t even fill my basic needs.

I just wish that I could find them…

Public Shares

I am turned on at the aspect of public sharing. If only I were younger and more physically attractive I’d love for someone to do that to me. I fantasize a great deal about it. Pornhub has my viewing it plenty of times. To be vulnerable and at the mercy of someone else controlling what others do to me sexually, wow! That shit is hot to me.

Not being able to tell anyone no when they want to fuck me in public in front of others.

I just recently watched a video where a female stripper was approached on stage by another woman and the woman ate the stripper’s pussy as everyone cheered her on. It was arousing to see that the female that was eating the stripper’s pussy invited other women onstage to enjoy the woman’s pussy as she spread the stripper’s pussy and held the other women’s heads to the stripper’s pussy. The cheers got louder and it was obvious that the stripper was enjoying being on such display that way.

Whether it was staged or not, that shit was hot!

I wished that I could have that do to me, especially when I was younger and had the body for it. Knowing that others enjoy the taste of my pussy and nipples in their mouths and there would be no way for me to stop them as they made me wetter and eventually cum; over and over again.

I love that my nipples are ultra sensitive, all the mouths that would’ve been licking, sucking and pinching on them would’ve made me cum alone. Knowing that numerous pairs of eyes were looking at my tits and wet, spread pussy and I could not get away from them turns me the fuck on. I imagine; mostly women, having their way with me. I like dick, but I love pussy more. Being bi-sexual has it’s advantages, but when I masturbate and watch porn, I think of lesbian sex and how a woman would ensure that other women would enjoy me.

Heck, I have even had fantasies of this said woman exposing and sharing me with a female family member, just because she could. The humiliation from the experience would be arousing enough that the other person would see the sexual power the woman has over me.

The latest fantasies have been of a woman being sexually exploited at her own lesbian wedding reception in front of all the female guests. The bride would be stripped in front of her new wife as the twin of the bride would strip her and enjoy her sexually in front of everyone. The thrill of the fantasy is that the bride’s wife watched jealously knowing that she herself had never seen her naked, touched, or tasted her bride before and now her twin sister is showing everyone just how arousing the bride is. They will always remember how she looked naked, how she looked and sounded when she came, and that her she was sexually enjoyed in front of her wife before she could herself.

I am not sure why that fantasy arouses me or why I even started thinking about it, but it does arouse me. I am not saying that that’s what I would like done to me, but wow, the variations I have had about that fantasy. At times I’ve thought about how at the reception the twin would invite a couple of the bride’s employees to the reception just so that she could have them enjoy her sexually as well after she made the bride cum. The wife would by that time be proud of the fact everyone saw how beautiful the bride is naked and sexually, that she’d be extremely happy to see the bride’s employees being in control of their boss sexually in front of everyone. I have even fantasized at times that the employees would have video of it as their screen savers at work so that everyone could see what they did to her at her reception. I have even fantasized of versions where the twin hypnotized the wife to say that she would never enjoy her bride sexually or see her naked because she would be the only enjoying her sister-in-law sexually.

Yes, my fantasies are twisted and that’s why I usually keep to myself. I don’t believe that anyone would relate to the sexual arousal I get from these thoughts…any of my sexual thoughts, be-it I want them to be true or not, they turn me on.

Finger Fucking Good

It started out as just taking a nap together, nothing unusual or any nakedness; we were both just tired from running around all day, and I was too tired to go at the moment.

We both got on the bed, fully clothed, and immediately fell asleep. My intentions aren’t romantic or sexual toward this person and I felt they thought the same.

It’s been weeks since I dropped the clingy person that expected me to “happily” be his mistress. I haven’t thought about sex in a while either. Yet, somehow in my sleep lying next to this person, my body betrayed me.

Whether intentional or not, this person’s hand cupped my tit. I usually fall asleep that way and so it felt comfortable, I guess. Somehow their fingers began playing over my nipple, and I know my nipple was awake before I was.

Somehow I felt the movement of their fingers and began to think of my long time ago lover Latch; the one I loved immensely. I could hear myself moan and feel the fondling on my nipple. Yet, I think I possibly thought I was dreaming and didn’t try to wake fully, giving in to the sensation of my nipple being played with.

My moan must’ve given way to them accepting that as their motion to slide their hand under my shirt and then under my bra. The stiffness of my throbbing nipple greeting their inquisitive fingers. Still, I chose to continue to dream of being with my past love. I could feel everything this person was doing to my nipple, sloooowly tracing circles around my peak, welcoming their attention.

I didn’t feel them lift my shirt, getting their eyeful of my pink, puckered nipple. Nor did I hear the camera on their phone go off as they clicked a few shots for themself before video taping themself lightly licking and sucking it. I laid there, just wanting to succumb to the  memories of being with my Latch.

I do remember moaning, but not of feeling my pants get unfastened and their fingers exploring my now wet pussy. I woke up, and my intentions were to stop them, but before I could say anything their mouth sucked greedily on my exposed nipple and their fingers plunged possesively into my moist pussy, and their free hand let go of their phone to clasp my hands above my head. Before I could stop myself, a moan escaped from between my lips.

I could feel their fingers stretching my pussy as they drove into me like a jackhammer and getting deeper with almost each thrust. Their mouth clamped onto my nipple like a vice grip and I could feel it growing against their tongue. I squirmed and with my nipple planted between their teeth was told to stay still. My pussy became wetter as their fingers fucked it harder and faster. I couldn’t move, at this point I didn’t want to. I began to enjoy the control they were having over me. I couldn’t control my pussy from squirting the way it did; I haven’t squirted like that in years and here I was soaking this person’s bed, my pants, and their hand. Still, I continued to squirt, scream, and moan as they sucked on my nipple and finger fucked me harder than I’ve ever experienced before. Both my nipple and pussy were hurting to the point I was wincing, yet my pussy kept squirting!

I wanted to scream when they stopped everything they were doing to me all at once. Wtf just happened? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I truly DON’T like this person in this way, yet they controlled my body sexually! I’ve never been finger fucked in such a way before.

Luckily it was night time and no-one could see my wet shorts as I had to go home with them on. I didn’t know about the pictures and video until a few days later when they told me how they loved my reaction to them and text them to me.

My nipple and pussy were so sore, my pussy raw even that it hurt to pee, yet it came and squirted non-stop for this person and they love how they enjoyed me.

I’m Not Who You Think

People that see me daily don’t know the secret nympho that I am.

I dress down and am more aggressive rack day than I am sexual. Only the the ones I allow to strip my clothes off can see that attitude of me. Most people try to figure out whether I’m gay, straight, single, or in a relationship.

I don’t give them an answer.

I am private…to an extent, depending on the situation or person. But for the most part, I am an element of surprise.

His Spot, My Spot, Our Spot

It’s not the traditional spot we were looking for, but it’s our thing. Sometime once a week, sometimes up to three times a week. The motel we frequent isn’t quaint or ritzy, it’s just someplace we go to so that we can be there for each other.

I know he has a lot of feelings for me; more than I am capable of reciprocating, or maybe I am, I’m just not voicing them like he is.

He’s a great guy, very intuitive to my needs and wants, but I just can’t let that wall come down to say that I have feelings for him; which I know I do. But that could be because of the three-year sex/relationship drought he just replenished me from:

THE SEX IS FUCKING AWESOME! (pun intended)

I say to myself each time, “This will be the last time!” With all intend of never meeting him in our spot again. Sure, we have real conversations about all types of things:

  • Society issues
  • Personal goals/plans
  • Daily issues (good, bad, indifferent)
  • Family life
  • Work life

How do I not appreciate that each day he tries to make me feel special/good and I do my best to reciprocate the same.

When I am in our spot, I want to cut us off from the world and not think about how we aren’t really a couple, just fuck buddies. I have grown accustomed to lying next to him that it annoys me to sleep in my own bed, ALONE.

Why couldn’t we have met years ago, before all the nightmarish shit that has happened to me?

Our spot is so wrong, but feels so unbelievably right. I am dead wrong for wanting his presence with me all the time. He hasn’t looked at me negatively in the least after knowing all of the negative shit I have done. I am hardcore most times because I have to be and he seems to be softening some of my hard edges. That’s something I get defensive about with him and he knows damn well that he is chiseling away at my wall.

Our spot doesn’t have a lot of space, but it doesn’t need to have a great deal of it.

I love the way the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and to hear his moan when I take it all in. His looks aren’t exactly GQ, just as mine aren’t Cosmopolitan style. We are just ordinary people, that have serious wants and needs. He doesn’t have a singing voice, but he serenades me with the right words that tug at my heart.

I don’t know where I end up with this dude. He’s aware of the lifestyle I wish to live and is very interested in it, not trying to shoot me down becasue of it.

His spot, my spot, our spot has plenty of space in it.

Happiness Comes in All Forms

I want to be happy with the way I live,
receiving what I truly need.

No heartaches with false words and promises,
I want someone that wants my desires

It’s not easy each day to try to be “vanilla,”
Knowing that I will never truly belong to another.

Always someone else’s side bitch,
Please know that I tried to be legit.

Somewhere along the line I attract these certain people,
the ones that know that if the truth got out, they’d be single.

So, I sit back and enjoy; at first, the thrill of our sneaking around,
only to become bored and wish to just be left alone.

I start ghosting my lover…at times it’s intentional,
one way or another I am the one that is still single.

No ounce of true love, just empty words behind being fucked,
I am happy to see that I am still wanted for a few fucks.

What I want may not be brought to fruition,
for at the end of the day I shall remain wanton.

If you should read my words and wonder why I still do it,
I tell you that I try to control who I end up screwing.

But, at the end of the day I thank you for letting me be me,
I just needed to voice the words I feel.

Cumming in My Sleep

After a long day, I came home, took a shower and crashed. I text my lover that I was exhausted and they said they understood and wished me a good night.

Thinking that all was good in the universe with them, we stopped texting and I drifted off to sleep.

Little did I know my lover made a copy of my key yesterday when I was taking a bath and they went to the store. My lover waited a few hours to ensure I was asleep, creeping in with a few of their friends; male and female, entering my room as I was sprawled on my bed naked.

They all got their eyeful as the streetlights shown through my open curtained window.

My lover began to gently tie my wrists and ankles to the bed. I never stirred.

Spreading my pussy as I slept, showing them my pinkness. One of them turned the flashlight from their phone on low, so they wouldn’t wake me so they all could see what was displayed before them.

My lover jerked their head at one of them and mouthed silently for her to kick my pussy. Little did I know my lover already planned this with their friends days ago and they each knew their parts.

The woman gently licked my spread pussy and circled the tip of her tongue on my clit.

I moaned in my sleep and they all smiled.

My lover signaled with their other hand for one of the men to suck my nipple. His tongue began to circle my flat nipple until it began to rise for him before everyone watching.

They were so gentle, I never moved.

My lover smiled at the other man, signaling him to my other nipple; which gave him the same reaction as the other man.

My lover watched as their friends gently enjoyed me while I slept, moaning periodically and getting wet.

The woman whispered to my lover about how delicious I was as I began to get wetter on her tongue.

My lover whispered for them to switch and just as they planned, the first one to lick my nipple switched places with the woman; her face shiny from my pussy juice.

The man moaned against my pussy, which in my sleeping state made me wiggle a little and moan.

My lover gave a warning glance because they didn’t want me to wake up, but to feed their friends’ pleasures and curiosities about me sexually.

My lover watching and hearing my pussy getting wetter and they were aroused watching their friends enjoy me this way.

The last man then had his turn to taste me as my nipple was seized by the one that just ate me.

The whole time my lover was recording what was being done to me; displaying my wetness and erect nipples as I lie there against the men and woman’s mouths.

My lover told the woman to return to my pussy and her tongue began to dance against my moist clit.

My body enjoyed it as I slept and I moaned softly; both my nipples and my pussy were being gently licked.

My lover watched as I came on the woman’s tongue; never even waking, moaning and gyrating my hips in my sleep.

My lover smiled proudly and told them it was time leave.

My wrists and ankles were untied and they crept out as easily as they crept in. A few moments later I woke up to use the bathroom, noticing how wet my pussy was and how stiff my nipples were.

Thinking I had a sexual dream, I tried to recall it, but couldn’t. Once in the bathroom I noticed the light welts on my wrists and ankles wondering how I managed to do that, but couldn’t figure it out. So, I brushed it off and went back to bed.

Across town, my lover and their friends spoke about how great it was to have me while I slept. The men jealous that my lover allowed the woman to enjoy me as I climaxed, but thanking my lover for the experience to taste me.

My lover was plotting the next time they would enjoy me again, but after they introduce me to these people at the 4th of July cookout next week. The thrill of having me before them without my knowledge that they’ve had their pleasure with me excited my lover immensely.

My lover told them it was ok to imagine me naked the whole time and that they should be proud they made my body react the way it did.

Little did I know my lover was planning on letting me know about it at a later date… after my body has gotten accustomed to being shared.

No Toes For Me, Thanks

I’m not a foot fetish type of chick.

I admire pretty feet, but I am not sucking anyone’s toes! Not now, not ever. I won’t allow anyone to do that to mine, no matter if they were just washed or had a pedicure. There’s just something about it that turns me off.

If I’m watching Pornhub and I’m aroused, I’ll instantly get turned off when I see spitting and toe sucking/licking. 🤢🤮 Hey, to each their own, but omg…

I. Just. Can’t!

My new sex buddy, on our first day was informed of this. I think they forgot because when they tried to go for it, they got kicked in the face (still didn’t stop the mood though, that was great). It wasn’t intentional, it was a reflex, but I am quite sure they won’t try that again; at least not with me.

I have never had anyone mess with my feet and at this rate, I am sure I never will.