The Bully

I wasn’t a great person in school. There were rumours, there was truth and just a whole lot of drama. There were a lot of bullies in my school and to be perfectly honest I suppose you could count me as one. I had physical fights, verbal fights and got kicked out of lessons. I suppose some things don’t change, I’m still mouthy haha.

There was this one kid that bullied a friend of mine. I never met him, all I knew was a name. Let’s say it was Xavier, just so you see that his name was slightly unique. Well after a rather messy break up the other year I met him.

It was a Saturday, it was lunch time and I had just finished screaming and crying until my throat hurt. My relationship was officially done and I was exhausted. And in the oh so healthy fashion of a sex addict, I rebounded. In a little under 6 hours I already had a sexy lad in my front room and we were making out. I’d told him what had happened, he came with supplies (alcohol and weed) and we proceeded to get absolutely fucked while we fucked.

If I’m honest there are a lot of blank spots from that night. But I remember standing in my garden with a drink in one hand and the joint in the other, we were talking and he had an arm around me keeping me warm. As soon as the joint was done I grabbed the collar of his tshirt and pulled his lips to mine. That was our first kiss. Sat in the living room things were taking to long to happen so when I got up to get a drink instead of sitting back on the sofa I sat on the arm of the sofa next to him with my legs across his. His hands were on my legs not long after. And thankfully once he had the green light from me there was no stopping us. We flirted, we kissed and clothes were thrown across the room. We eventually headed upstairs and I’m pretty sure my head is a little flat from banging it against the headboard 😉

Our bodies moved perfectly together, my neighbours heard my orgasms that night and when I was too sore for more orgasms I spotted the time and had to force myself out of bed to clear up the multiple condom wrappers. I didn’t want that conversation with my ex when he came to collect his stuff.

I only started to remember after a few days, but Xavier had mentioned my friend and had mentioned the bullying. That I had in fact given him a piece of my mind and defended my friend. I told my friend about this. Of course I’ve never mentioned that it wasn’t the only way he made me scream that night…

The Semen Demon and The Sex Dream

I’ve mentioned my friend before, I call him the Semen Demon. I suppose you could say we are in a flirtationship really. Honestly he is an amazing guy, I can talk to him about real things and it’s not all about sex. That’s something I don’t really have with anyone else. He’s helped me through some stuff and I can honestly call him a friend. But we talk in detail about sex, he is the only person I’ve personally given this link to so he is the only person who knows who I am. He’s the Ben to my Hannah (Secret Diary of a Call Girl reference), and much like them we aren’t exactly just friends.

A few times now I’ve had some filthy dreams about him, I don’t always remember them but I can still feel my clit pulsating and the need to play. But the other night I had one I remembered, in fact I still remember it as if it had really happened.

We had been texting, I had been teasing him as I usually do and he complained about how hard he was. As usual I kept teasing until it became too much for him. He said I was his filthy slut and it was my job to help him, I jokingly gave him my address and said if he needed me that bad he should come make me. He never let on that he was coming over, we kept texting and suddenly there was a knock on my door. When I opened it he pushed me back through and locked the door behind him.

He reached a hand up and cupped my cheek, pulling my face to his and kissing me. I bit his lip, deepening the kiss as he pushed me against the wall. I couldn’t help but feel how hard he was as he pushed against me, I made the mistake of allowing a whimper to escape my lips and before I knew it he had forced me through my living room door and onto the sofa. He practically ripped my trousers and underwear down before undoing his own and grabbing my hips to penetrate me. As his body moved over mine his lips found my neck and then trailed kisses down to my breasts, my hands pushing them out my top. Our hips were thrusting against each other, moving in time to unheard music. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm as I soaked his cock, my nails digging into his back and my own arching. I’m sure my neighbours could hear my screams, but this only pushed him closer to the edge and he grabbed my hips to bounce me off his cock before emptying his balls inside me. I could feel his cum running back out of me as he pulled out…

The One Who’s Heart I Broke

When we first met, we made a promise to each other that we would only be sex. In fact it was my idea because I had just left a relationship because I had been hurt and quite honestly I struggle with commitment at the best of times. It’s supposed to be the girl that get’s attached and ends up heartbroken, it’s what all the movies have taught us but this time it was different.

I remember how much fun we would have, laying in my bed kissing each other as our hands ran all over each others bodies. We scratched each other and left little bruises, we would play fight and wrestle but it was always end the same way… We would be panting and breathless and tugging each others clothes off. I would guide him inside me as soon as the condom was on; it was more than just wanting him, it was a need deep inside me. He would trail kisses along my neck, attempt to engulf my breasts with his hands (not easy, they’re freaking huge!) and pound my dripping pussy so hard I literally hit my head on the headboard on many an occasion lol. In fact I remember one time we tried moving me down the bed, putting the pillows behind me etc but we would always manage to somehow get back to the top of the bed and have my head slamming against it. But it was worth every second. I could never really feel the pain in my head, my legs would be too busy shaking and pleasure would be stretching from my toes all the way to my head. In fact I’m 90% sure even my hair could feel my orgasms.

I still remember the day I started breaking his heart, as I lay resting my head on his chest catching my breath from a multiple orgasm so intense I needed his help just to move around the bed to get to him I told him I was going away. I didn’t know how long for or if I would ever come back, but I needed to do it. He held me and told me he would miss me but I had to do what I had to do. He said all the right things but you could hear in his voice that he wasn’t sure about what I was saying. But the day I totally broke his heart didn’t come until a few months later. After months of texting and flirting I said the words no one should ever say “I shouldn’t have slept with you”. I didn’t want to break his heart, but over the months of texting he had talked about me moving back and how he realised he cared once I left. I don’t regret the hours spent moaning in his ear, the after sex cigarettes we shared or any of the moments we shared together. I only wish I hadn’t slept with him because if I hadn’t he wouldn’t have ever known that pain, he wouldn’t have missed me and he wouldn’t need to move on because there would be nothing to move on from. I know this isn’t some sexy story but it’s a part of my life, it’s something my sex addiction made happen and something no one else knows about and that’s what I made this blog for…