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.

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.

Open Availablity

Is it just me that thinks of; at times, being sexually engaged by a stranger? Maybe one day being on the crowded train and my tits are almost in front of someone due to the crowded train and they begin to fondle my tits while I hold onto the rail for balance. Especially if I am in the corner and no-one can see the stranger cupping my tits with their hands shoved up my shirt. Sliding their hands under my bra to feel the stiffness of my nipples against their probing and pinching fingers. I don’t think I would even stop them as I stand there helpless. The back and forth motion of the moving train would propel me toward them and I would feel them lift my shirt out of view of others and begin to suck on my throbbing nipple.

I at times get wet on my daily commute thinking about it. One of their fingers would be probing my wet pussy at the same time as their mouth continued to suck hard on my nipple and I would stand there trying not to make a sound as this stranger enjoyed taking from me what they wanted, and without warning would abruptly stop and exit the train as they probably reached their stop. I would try to modestly adjust my shirt and try to stop my pussy for cumming from the experience that I just endured.

This is just a fantasy that has plagued my mind at times because I am that freaky, I guess. If it were to really happen to me, I might just try to kick the person’s ass and call the police from embarrassment, who knows.

I am sharing these thoughts with you because I am not ashamed to admit my thoughts with you. Sex is constantly on my mind.

Peak Season

Horny and aroused craving for touches.

My nipples are so fucking sensitive that it drives me crazy!

I have started fucking someone for three weeks now and they are so in love with my nipples. The way they pay attention to them is insane! I never knew my nipples could be so sensitive. I cum before they even make contact; be-it, licking, sucking, or pinching. They pay such detail to making sure that my nipples feel like they will explode.

My intentions were to just be fuck buddies since I haven’t had sex since July 2017! That may be the real reason why my nipples are super sensitive. I don’t know how to deal with what this person does to me. They pay super attention to making me cum from everything they do.

I am not sure where this is going with them. I am not being open about how great they make me feel to them, but they get me. They keep broaching the subject of having a polygamous relationship; something I truly want, but I don’t want to start something that may not actually happen. So, for the time being I am just telling the person that I am only interested in just the sex.

I cried yesterday from the pure pleasure of what they were doing to my nipples alone. They know the outcome of what they are doing and take pride in doing it, telling me what to do while we are in the bed together; damn how I love that. But, they know outside of the bedroom I am so assertive. Once that bedroom door closes, they immediately take charge and I comply without hesitation. Once second we’re outside the bedroom door and I’m all assertive, bossy (at times) and my own force of nature.

Last week we were talking about something that I led the conversation on as we were going the to bedroom and as soon as the door closed they cut my words off as they pushed me against the wall and ordered me to remove my clothes because they were going to fuck the shit out of me. That immediately turned me the fuck on and I didn’t even point out that they interrupted me; something any other time would’ve annoyed the shit out of me.

They immediately started sucking hard on my nipples making me moan loudly. This is the type of shit that they know they have control over me with. I become their submissive and they love telling me how much of their slut (which I love hearing from them) I am and that they will not give me up for anyone.

These twin peaks give me over to them without hesitation and I don’t complain, but cum instead.

Rising Heights

I want to feel hornier than I can ever dream.

I know that I feel things and it’s hard to let them out.

It’s been 3 years since anyone’s touched me.

I have someone I send nudes to and je had taken pride in showing them off…

Because he’s my Master and wants to be happy with me being his spot slut… for him, Sir Derek and Sir Rick.

My servitude hasn’t ended and he enjoys the bounds he has over me… even from another state.

He’s had me video chat and put my on display. I was not permitted know or see my virtues viewers because their reactions/responses were simply for my Master’s pleasures.

I’ve been secretly signed displayed more than I could ever imagine. Nipples hard and throbbing. Pussy pink and wet, so moist… for I do not know the true count of all I’ve made bust a nut in the privacy of their own homes.

Master gladly brags how how he is at their reactions and that’s I will send him more pictures today of his slut.

Think I Want Better?

FACING MY REALITY

I have never really been in a polygamous relationship; although I thought that I would’ve been in one the way my life was going. I am the type of person that never really stayed monogamous, no matter what relationship I have been in. There were times I have hidden my infidelity and then there were times the main person knew and judged me for my desires and left me.

I just want to be myself. I am bisexual and want the best of both worlds where I don’t have to choose between whether I can be with a man or woman or just one person. I am not sure where my life is going, but I have been single since the summer of 2017 and yes, I do get extremely lonely and get tired of satisfying myself regularly.

Since this pandemic, it definitely keeps me to myself. I don’t want anyone breathing in my direction and so I find that I am grateful; in a sense, that I am alone.

PORNHUB IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND

The more I say I am not going to look at Pornhub each day, the more my search engine seems to be opened up to it. I still have urges to be with others, but that is definitely a hard pass for me right now. Maybe it was meant to be that I am alone.

Maybe.

I long to be wanted, needed, loved, and admired. I know that if I had to be quarantined with someone, we’d be fucking all day, every day!

My search engine is filled with lesbian porn. I do occasionally look at the soft BDSM, and group sex videos (lesbian and heterosexual) because voyeurism and submission are my thing.

When I am out and about my thoughts wander to if I would actually fuck anyone I see as “hot” and if they consider me as “hot” as well.

This is just a rant because I am lonely and off from work today, no essential working for me…which I find I barely have time to think my own private thoughts. Just wanted to be myself today…

Pink Euphoria

I lie there as she touches my throbbing pink nipples, trying not to close my legs from the electricity she has shooting there from her touch.

Without realizing it there are other hands tying a rope around my thighs to keep my moist pussy exposed for anyone to see. Her fingers ensures that as she spreads my pussy lips open and there are multiple eyes; men and women, ogling my shiny, pink, wet pussy.

The same hands that bound my thighs open now do the same to my wrists.

She whispers in my ear that I’ll be on display for all to see, but only a select few will be able to touch, taste, and fuck me. I gasp! I watch as the crowd grows bigger, multitudes of strangers taking in the sight of my nudity and arousal at being publicly displayed for them.

Omg! Is this really happening? And I’m getting aroused by this?

In the middle of my thoughts, I feel her fingers fuck me slowly in front of her audience. Her fingers are covered heavily with my pussy juice, which she takes out and inserts in the mouth of the closest person in the front row.

The man sucks greedily on her fingers, savoring the taste of my pussy.

She smiles at me and I know that she will not let me loose until she’s happy that every stranger has enjoyed the pleasures of my body and I’ve climaxed for each of them.

And now it begins…