Horny vs Tired

There's a certain time every month that I become unbelievably horny. I'm guessing this is around the time I'm ovulating, but I'm not totally sure.

In any case, this time is RIGHT NOW! Yesterday after arriving home I couldn't keep my hands off my boyfriend. As we were sitting on the sofa watching TV my hands kept wandering down to his cock.

"Oi, I'm not just a piece of meat, you know," he joked.

Once we were in bed I rolled over to him. My head was on his shoulder. My hand was on his cock. It wasn't the hard cock that I was expecting. It was flaccid and non-responsive.

I tried jerking him off a bit. He got a little hard, but not much.

"I'm just too tired tonight," he said.

I know I probably shouldn't, but I took this as a personal rejection. I rolled away from him and fell asleep.

I Love Being a Dirty Bitch

I love being a dirty bitch. After work I met up with Goldiecocks. We went to an empty office. We began with some quick kisses but soon enough we ended up on the floor. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his pants and reveled his lovely cock.

“Two things,” I told him, “1. Don’t cum. 2. Don’t cum in my mouth.”

I stroked his cock a few times before taking it in; all of it; until my full lips were at the base. I moved my mouth up and down.

“I can’t believe your old girlfriends never gave you a good blow jobs.”

“They only licked tip,” he said somewhat wistfully.

“They wouldn’t go all the way down? Why didn’t you ask them to?”

He shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You have to ask them. Or don’t even ask. Tell them. Better yet, just push their head down.”

I resumed my cocksucking duties. Like a obedient pupil, he pushed my head further down o to his cock.” I gave him the thumbs up sign.

After a few minutes he asked me to stop. He wanted to fuck instead. I wasn’t sure if I was wet enough. Then again, I had been horny all day, I MUST have been wet enough. I wanted him to eat me out but I didn’t want to break the flow of things. I wouldn’t insist this time.

I hiked up my denim skirt and took off my pink Victoria’s Secret panties. I threw them aside. His cock slid into me easily as slipping a knife through butter. His cock felt just as great as before. It felt awesome being pumped by him.

That awesome feeling faded soon as he said those four words you don’t want hear 2 minutes into fucking. “I’m going to cum.”

I wasn’t mad. Just slightly disappointed; and only slightly because we’ll fuck again and his staying power will improve. Nothing’s perfect at first so it’s not a big deal. It’s also very flattering knowing that you can turn on a guy so much that he cums instantly.

If all else fails, then I’ll break out my stash of Viagra.

“Are you cumming?” I asked him. I couldn’t tell. His face didn’t give anything way.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head.

“Do you realize your face is completely expressionless?” I asked, finding the situation amusing.

He explained that he was trying to be quiet so the cleaning staff wouldn’t hear. Fair enough. He withdrew his cock and got dressed.

I put on panties. My panties which earlier were soiled from me being wet and horny were now catching the runoff of cum that he shot into my pussy. Knowing his cum was in me made me feel sexy and dirty. On the train ride home, thinking about the cum in me made me horny.

As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. I got the vibrator out and put it in my cum-filled pussy. I imagined Goldiecocks shooting his load into me over and over again and I came pretty hard.

7 Times on Wednesday

I masturbated 7 times yesterday. Seven, can you believe that? No wonder I don't have time to go to the gym I've spent my leisure time having net sex and masturbating. I'm so fucking bored of my vibrator. I need a new toy.

I've been super horny for a week. I'm bored of this now and I want it to end. All I can do is think of sex. All I can do is contemplate my next shag. I'm an intelligent woman who actually has deep thoughts and insightful things to say. I hate that my mind is obsessed with thoughts of cunnilingus and a guy shooting his load into me.

I'm sure nature is playing some cruel trick on me. Maybe my raging hormones are my body's way of saying, "procreate." My eggs are probably bored of being wasted each month. But I really don't want kids now. One day, you know, with the right guy, blah blah blah. I'm not gagging for a baby, or anything. I barely have time for my dog. What I want now is just great sex. It would be really nice not to be obsessed by it.

I somehow thought the way to satiate this hunger is to give to it. But it just makes it worse. Sex begets sex. The more I have it, the more I want it. That being said, I have two potential great shags lined up for next week and I can't wait. With my luck, however, I'm sure my extreme horniness would have faded by then. I just want my period to come so I can put all this horniness behind me.

The Link Between Sleep and Horniness

Generally, I'm not a morning person. Usually when I wake up I'm incredibly groggy. I have to hit the snooze button about four times before I get out of bed. Maybe this means I need to get more sleep? I admit that mid week I am probably somewhat sleep deprived.

On the weekends, things are different. On the weekends I'll get nine or ten hours sleep. And when I wake up then, I find myself incredibly horny. Or after I wake up from a good nap, I'm really horny. This got me thinking that there must be a correlation between sleep and being horny? Maybe it has to do with melatonin?

Are there any sleep experts out there that can expand upon this theory?

The Cure for Horniness

I don't know what happened to me yesterday but I was outrageously horny. If a hornines scale exists with 10 being the most horny and 1 being the least, I was a 10. Usually, I linger around a 5-6 on a daily basis.

Normally when I take the tube home I read a book or one of the free papers. Yesterday I was checking out men; their bodies, their faces, their muscles and their bulge.

I was eying up at different men wondering what their fucking styles were. e.g. Would they give it tome hard? Would it be sweet and tender? Would they dominate me? Would they immediately stuff their cock in my mouth? And for a few minutes I fantasized what it would be like if one of those men were to grab me and start fucking me on the moving train in the midst of rush hour. Is that even possible?

My horniness began to wane as I realized I was incredibly hungry. Soon my thoughts of hot anonymous sex drifted into thoughts of tasty hamburger from GBK. Oh fuck me, I would have killed for a burger and chips. But as I am dieting, that was definitely out of the question.

Instead of indulging myself in sex or food I got off the train at Canary Wharf. I went straight to the Reebok gym and swam 44 lengths (1KM). After the swim I rested in the sauna. Sometimes, if I'm alone in the sauna I'll finger myself. On that occasion I wasn't at all in the mood. I felt great. I was neither hungry or horny anymore. I felt like my 'normal' self. It leads me to think that the cure for horniness is a work out and a sauna.

I went home that evening, walked my dog and watched re-runs of Sex and the City. When it was time for bed I realized that my horniness hadn't completely subsided. I took off my pajamas, piling them neatly on the bathroom floor. I hopped into the bathtub and grabbed the expendable shower head. My ass was in the tub but my legs were hanging over the sides. I leaned against the back of the bath, throwing my head back. I positioned the shower head on my clit and it felt amazing?

When was the last time I did this? Since I've been hitting the gym 5-days a week I've been showering there too. It must have been months since I last had a bath in the tub. I'm not sure what my reasoning for that is, but I am going to resume taking baths more often.

The shower masturbation felt blissful. I love the feeling of water gushing onto my clit. I like it when the pressure is really high then dips low and goes high again. I like to pretend that the water is cum and that I'm being filled up with my fantasy man's love juice.

Even though I set the water to be slightly cool, the water slowly started to creep towards warm. The warmer the water became the closer I was to cumming. Eventually, the water became almost unbearably hot and I orgasmed while simultaneously screaming, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Fuck, fuck fuck." It was amazing. It even beat out that morning's double vibrator session.

I went to bed feeling completely satiated. I woke up this morning and I was my old only slightly horny self again instead of the maniac I was yesterday. And that's a very good thing.

Panties Soaked, Feeling Horny

I'm at work and I'm horny. This is seemingly a bad combination unless you're fucking your boss which I'm not - yet. I've had one of these days where I've had to intersperse tedious tasks with porn just so I can get though it. I've been reading porn. There's something more exciting about reading porn rather than seeing pictures. I'd take an erotic book over porno flick any day.

Even though I had masturbated this morning using two vibrators at the same time time (rampant rabbit and the Wahl) which, by the way had one of the best self-induced orgasms ever; Even thought I came really hardm I was still horny.

I am horny beyond my usual run-of-the-mill restlessness. My groin is hot. My clit is pulsating. I don't just want sex. I want hot dirty sex. I want a guy a barely know to rush in, lift up my skirt and suck on my pussy like it's a Jolly Rancher.. I want to be licked until I cum. And then I want to be licked again. I want my ass licked. I want to feel the pressure of a cock on the tip of my anus.

But before he can slip his cock in my ass I want him to flip me over. I want him to fuck my shaved pussy while simultaneously licking my ear and whispering, "You slut. You dirty whore."

I want him to unload in me. I want to take all of his cum in my pussy. I love the feeling of being "filled in." Then I want to feel his cum dripping out of me. One drop at a time dripping down my legs.

And then I want to go back to work as if nothing happened. Something tells me, however, that my actual lunch break will be a lot less exciting then my fantasy one. That is, unless I can find someone interested.

Alcohol Makes Me Horny

Rio: The Case of the Spray Bidet

Rio: The Case of the Spray Bidet

I just arrived in the lovely city of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. My hotel is what you would call, ‘Tourist Class.” I don’t mind, but it’s weird to think that just last week I was staying at the Ritz. I’m staying in Ipanema (cue music) and my hotel is supposed to be close to the beach. I need to g out to investigate if this is true.

I’m horny as fuck. It must be the heat. It’s 31 degrees C. What is that in Fahrenheit? Eighty something? The whole cab ride here I kept thinking, I hope there’s a shower-head massager.

As soon as the porter dropped off my bag and left the room, I ripped off my clothes. I just wanted to get myself off. I hurried into the bathroom and was surprised to find that there’s no tub. It’s just a shower. And to make matters worse it’s not even a shower head massager. Fuck!

Now I’m going to have to finger myself to off. That’s just more work than I want to do when I’m on vacation. Upon a second glance in the bathroom I noticed something that looked like a spray gun. Is that to spray your ass with water? A spray bidet? I’m confused. I wonder what other purposes it can be used for?