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…

The Frenemies

Whoever said that only women have frenemies was wrong, during college I met two male frenemies. Unfortunately for me I didn’t meet them at the same time and didn’t know about the history between them until it was too late. Honestly they were polar opposites. Sam was quite shy and looking for something serious, where as Jake was quite cocky and just wanted to play.

I had quite a few friends in college, I’m not saying I was little miss popular but I wasn’t alone, they in turn would introduce me to more people and so I was never short of someone to spend time with. On one such occasion I had just broken up with my boyfriend, he wasn’t taking it well and wouldn’t stop calling me. I had just met Sam but there was something about him that made me feel I could share, so I told him all about what was going on and when my phone rang next he answered it and told him to leave me alone. We ended up bonding and I found myself making out with him and he definitely loved it. I could feel his cock pressing against me as I straddled him, my hands finding their way inside his shirt so I could drag my nails down his back. He groaned into my mouth and I couldn’t help grinding against him. He was quite attached to me and every time we hung out he would find a way to touch me or hold me. I enjoyed teasing him in front of people. A discreet hand up his shirt to scratch his back or gently grinding back against him, he was always hard when I was around.

One day one of our friends asked me if I would come in on my day off, she was meeting up with someone she had spoken to on the phone but not really met before. So I went along and did my duty as a friend (and by the way he did in fact turn out to be a pervy old man, who quickly ditched her and became obsessed with me including getting my number from her and texting me day and night about his cock); when we were back on campus we headed to the housing blocks to see if any of our friends were home so we could get changed. None of the regulars were but Jake was there and my friend new him so we headed to his room to get changed. Now this particular friend of mine was skinny and I’m not, but I have a fantastic ass and cracking tits where as she was as flat as an ironing board – I don’t mean this in a harsh way but it’s important so you can picture the next bit. When we met she had a boyfriend, I’m not sure if I was a bad influence or if she was just one of those girls that likes to copy but she soon dumped him and started trying to be me. She would dress like me and throw herself at men, the difference was I have a naturally flirty attitude and so I didn’t seem desperate or slutty.

While in the room we were sat talking to Jake and he offered to leave the room while we changed, I said it was up to my friend because I didn’t care. I’ve grown up around men, I have no problem with changing in front of them and I had underwear on. She said he could stay and we began changing. I really should have know she was into him but I was so used to her “bambi learning to walk” style of flirting that I ignored her. Where as I would bend down just a little and slowly sway my hips to push down my trousers, giving him a teasing glimpse, she literally took her bra off and then put it back on it. It was awkward and hurried with nothing much to see. He took a shine to me and once we were changed and all sat on his bed he had me sat next to him, an arm around my waist and the occasional kiss on my shoulder. I gave him half my attention, just enough to keep him interesting but not enough to hang on his every word while the other half was trying to calm my friend who was acting like a school girl with a crush. She kept trying to stroke his leg, despite him pushing her away and she was rambling on about how sexy she is. Now I may come across as quite up myself in this but I’m trying to paint in picture.

Eventually another friend entered the room (I’ve known him since high school, our families live on the same street and there were many occasions we had spent the night exploring each others bodies) and as he knows me incredibly well he immediately found an excuse to remove the girl from the room. The second the door had closed Jake made his move. His hand grabbed my hip and his lips moved to my neck as he pressed himself against me. Someone was ready to play. I thought I might play the innocent girl for just a little longer, before bursting his bubble, so I let him push me into the mattress and pull me close to him. I could feel him grinding himself between my legs, the pressure was making me wet. I pushed him from me and tugged his shirt off, kissing along his chest and shoulder before biting his neck a little. He moaned, his cock pulsing against me as my legs hooked behind him pulling him closer. My top and bra were quickly tugged off by him, his hands and mouth fighting over my nipples. Our trousers were pushed out the way leaving just my thong and his boxers to separate us, he wasted no time in finding my sensitive clit and as I stroked his cock in rhythm he moaned along with me. As he felt my orgasm approaching he removed my hand from him and sat back to watch as he finished me off, my hips bucked against his hand and my head pressed back into the bed as I screamed out my release. And then Sam walked in and the arguing began…

The Toy Boy

It’s not that I’m old, I’m only in my 20’s after all, but there is something so naughty about sleeping with a 19 year old. Maybe it stems from the fact my baby brother is older than him? Whatever the reason it was a lot of fun.

He wasn’t an incredible kisser, he was a bit too rough and used too much tongue. But I quickly took control of the situation, pushing him away just enough to tell him I was in charge before grabbing a handful of his shirt collar and pulling him to me. I started off slow, letting my tongue slip out and gently run along the parting in his lips making him part them. I removed my tongue and captured his bottom lip, nipping it gently so he knew I wanted to play. As he pushed himself closing to me, rolling me onto my back my dominant side came out to play. I pulled my lips from his and pushed his shoulders, shoving him back into the mattress I straddled his leg and pushed my breasts against his chest while reclaiming his lips.

I’ve always loved a bit of a power struggle and he did not disappoint. Every kiss, every touch was a battle for dominance. As my hand found it’s way around his throbbing cock he rolled me back onto the bed, facing each other his hand forced it’s way between my legs. We only stopped to force his clothes off, my little nightie stayed on but was pushed up past my hips. My legs were shoved apart and his hand made it’s way back between them, shocking him with how soaked I was. I’ve always been naturally drenched and this time was no different.

His lips were on my neck as he teased me into submission, “I need your cock” I gasped and within seconds he’d grabbed my hips and pulled my thighs around his waist as he pushed his cock against me. He teased it against my entrance, trying to make me beg again but I was in no mood to be patient as I reached down to guide him in. I guess he wasn’t feeling patient either because the second I engulfed him he snapped into action. My nails found his shoulder as our hips started to dance, our whimpers and moans combining. A smug smile made it’s way to his lips as I got louder, my toes curled against the mattress and I held onto him as I started to cum. It wasn’t long before he was joining me, sending me over the edge into another orgasm I couldn’t help but milk every last drop as he flooded me. We may not have lasted long but we made every second count.

We cleaned up and set our alarms, preparing to sleep. It was almost two in the morning but I needed more. I knew exactly how to get his attention as I kissed my way down his body. My tongue gently ran along his length and as it met the tip I wrapped my lips around him. His body responded in the expected way and as I felt him grow in my mouth his body moved underneath me to give me more access. I’ve always loved sucking cock. The feeling, the taste, the fingers in my hair and hearing them moan… All these things turn me on and I couldn’t control myself any longer. I crawled up his body and slid him inside me, my nails ran along his chest as his sleepy eyes looked up at me “that’s one way to wake me” he chuckled. His words quickly lost to his next moan; I sunk down on him and began rotating my hips to use him as my human dildo. As selfish as it may be I didn’t care much for his pleasure in that moment as I lost myself to my own. My back arching, a hand finding my breast as I got rougher. I closed my eyes and let out a cry as I forced orgasm after orgasm from my hungry body and right as my fifth orgasm approached I felt him throbbing and heard a moan, pushing me over the edge I felt my hips bucking in my most powerful orgasm that night. It took me five minutes to stop cumming, but many more for the orgasm to pass.

We cleaned up again and fell into bed where I was made to promise he could sleep for a little while, as his eyes closed I set an alarm for eight. Four hours sleep would have to do.

The Bisexual Best Friend

I always knew I liked girls, I would catch myself admiring them and occasionally I would want to touch them. But then I met a girl, she was my friends girlfriend and me and her were close in seconds. We got each others jokes and we were so similar that we became best friends moments after we met. I remember so many of our little adventures and times together but the one I look back on the most was when she opened my eyes to my sexuality. She took me beyond just being curious.

It all started with a text. We were sat watching movies together and she texted me; “I am bi” was all it said. She may have been shy but I wasn’t. I cupped her face, caressing her cheek with my thumb and looked at her lips as she tugged the bottom one between her teeth. I could practically hear her buzzing with excitement and arousal. I lent in and captured her lips with mine, feeling her release her lip as she whimpered into my mouth. She smelt so sweet, I don’t know if it was her shampoo or perfume and I didn’t care, she was intoxicating. As the kiss deepened I eased her back onto the bed, my knee immediately parting her thighs and in that moment it all changed. Our kiss went from gentle and curious to passionate and needy. Her teeth were grazing my lips and we were shoving clothes out the way. My lips left hers and travelled down her neck and shoulder before capturing her newly exposed nipple. She let out the sexiest little moan as her head fell back on the pillow and her hand tangled in my hair. I needed to hear it again, my body took over and my hand was pushing its way into her panties on it’s own where it immediately located her clit and a vicious cycle began. Every whimper, every moan made me explore her body further, which in turn made her more vocal. I honestly couldn’t say where our clothes went, they were pushed and pulled until they stopped blocking our bodies.

My lips found their way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses to their destination and as my mouth took over where my fingers began she let out the most arousing of noises. My arm looped around her thigh, clasping her hip and pulling her closer to my mouth. I assaulted her clit with my tongue, my fingers moving inside her as she felt wave after wave of pleasure until she reached down to pull me up to her. Our bodies tangling together as our tongues did the same, sharing the taste of her juices until we were aroused and moaning again and our hands finding their way down each others bodies. We were whimpering and moaning into each others mouths, our fingers working to bring us to a shared, screaming climax.

As we lay together in a sweaty, gasping mess we heard the footsteps on the stairs and remembered her brother was home in his attic bedroom. She fumbled with the light switch as I pulled the blankets over us and we faked sleep. He opened the door, letting in light from the hallway and leant over the bed to check on us both and as the door started to close behind and we thought we had got away with it his voice whispered gently into the night “next time keep the noise down, oh and your thong is still on the bedpost”. Ooops.

My Dirty Little Secret

We all have them, we all pretend we don’t, well my addiction is mine. I’m honest about having an addiction, my family even know, but the secret part is what I do about it. If you were to ask my Mother she would tell you I’m in therapy, if you were to ask my Father he would tell you I control it pretty well.. But they just haven’t seen me sneaking them in and sneaking them out, they haven’t seen the texts on my phone or my dating profile.

I know there are “cures”, I know I can speak to my therapist or even speak to other addicts but personally I love my addiction. I love the thrill of taking some stranger by the hand and leading them into a new world. I know what you must be thinking, that I lay back and open my legs and there is nothing special about that but you’re not an addict.. I like to experiment. I like to look into someones mind and find that secret fantasy, the one they are ashamed of.

What’s yours? Do you wish I would tie you up and tease you? Do you really want to be spanked? Maybe you’re just desperate to have someone push you against a tree and take you where anyone could catch you? Or maybe you want something wilder, something dirtier… We all fantasise, I just bring mine to life.