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.

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.

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.