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For-A Sexaholic Needs a Fix

Posted in The Usual Dirties with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2014 by Succubus a.k.a. Eve Incognito

A Sexaholic Needs a Fix

Posted in The Usual Dirties with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2014 by Succubus a.k.a. Eve Incognito

Soon, I will introduce you to Apollo and many of the fun things we get to do with and to one another….but not now. For now, you need to know how much I crave his throbbing cock in my wetness and the utter urge I have to get fucked. This poses a challenge-you see, Apollo and I are in what some refer to as an, ‘Exclusive’ relationship. This isn’t a bad thing at all; actually, I’m quite happy with this because he’s sexually deviant as I am. We both live sexy, secret lives that people do not get to see…and I love our now-shared, little secret. The conundrum lies in the fact that we are currently separated by time and space; he’s in one place and I’m in another. For two respective, sexually driven, deviant-types like us, this is a significant problem; watching porn and masturbating only make the need for sexual release more intense.

Apollo…His absence intensifies my nymphomania. Everything around me has some connotation of a moment with my Apollo — anything from sweet and innocent naps together, to a primal need to feel him ,fully erect and drilled inside me. I’ve watched more hard porn in the last week than I typically watch in a month…and for me, that says a lot. Even the massage I got left me wet and insatiated. My muscles feel relaxed but my body is left longing for sexual release. The massage therapist I had was a younger man, in good shape, neither handsome, nor not–honestly, his appearance was irrelevant. The fact that his hands were all over my body was all that mattered. His hands were large and his rubbing was firm, things that I love and crave from my Apollo. I imagined that the massage therapist was my big, strong man, standing over me ,naked, working around my body, rubbing me. I imagined my Apollo, his cock free and fully erect, gently and occasionally brushing against me as he worked his way around the massage table. Ahhh,….I digress.

I find myself daydreaming about him at all times of the day. Yesterday, I was sitting in traffic, thinking about him entering me slowly…my warm wetness welcoming him in…the sounds of us both moaning in release as we felt each other inside….his hand around my throat or grabbing my hair….I wasn’t wearing underwear and at the red light, waiting to turn left, I could feel my jeans becoming saturated with cum, produced from the thought of his sex.

For my mental and sexual health, he’s told me that I was welcomed to go out and fuck someone; “In fact”, he stated, “I get hard thinking about you fucking another guy….”. I could tell as he was saying it, he second-guessed how I would take the comment, or perhaps he seconded-guessed his own excitement about it…maybe because of social norms and the presumption that it is taboo. But at the same time, he knows me, and he knows saying things like that to a person like me is nothing less than normal. Honestly, (and as complicated as this will read) I get horny thinking about him getting off to the idea of me getting off….with someone else.

His sentiment goes both ways–if I could watch him get his dick sucked I could get off and feel satisfied–for now. I’d love to watch–and hear him moan–and watch his head fall back as he thrusts his magic stick into the mouth of a stranger who neither of us care to remember, whom we use for our own pleasure moment between the two of us. Sucking cock is definitely a forte of mine so there’s little concern with another girl doing it to him; I know he knows he has the best–these lips and mouth that wrap around his erection and welcome his dick into a warm sanctity of wet heaven, yeah….these perfectly-fitting lips and mouth are his–this tight pussy that drips liquid sugar down my leg, tracing a trail back to where his cock is home, yeah…this pussy is his–this round, heart-shaped ass that he spanks so violently when I’m bent over and my ass is pushing up against his pelvis while his cock gets to know the tunnels of my pleasure, yeah, this ass his his.

I NEED, yes NEED sex and believe me, I would gladly go find a stranger and tell him how to fuck me correctly, and I’d punish him with pleasure if he did it wrong. But oddly enough, the only person I see is Apollo. The only person I want to punish with pleasure is Apollo–I love the way he loves my sex. I want HIM and I want HIS sex…..and so I wait. It’s the worst thing in the world to ask a sexaholic to NOT be able to have or get sex….it truly is a forced detox. And quite honestly, I do not want sexual sobriety; I want my Apollo back so we can satisfy, gratify and fulfill each others needs. We are each another’s fix….and I need it. Mine is not a needle in the arm but similarly, I need something to inject–I need him to put it in.

Stay Sexy. Eve~

In Response to the Ad

Posted in The Usual Dirties with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 30, 2013 by Succubus a.k.a. Eve Incognito

“Hi babe 🙂 I moved here about a year and a half ago for work and I’ve been on the hunt for a sexy, fun, open minded girl for a little while now. I’m fit and athletic, clean cut, professional, respectful, generous and a fun person to be around. Sexually I tend to be somewhat dominant, I love to please and I can go for hours. You sound absolutely perfect to me […] I’m 7 1/2″ cut. Wouldn’t it be nice to find someone close by to call on when you need them…?” (for the record, he undersold the size…..how very modest of him)

The response I got to the ad. That’s right; the ad. I tossed an ad out into no-man’s land, unsure of what I might get…hoping to find something amazing. That message, along with the picture he sent got me wet. That’s how I knew. I was very deliberate in my ad-what I was looking for, what I wasn’t looking for. I asked for no dick pics right away. [Yet, so many sirs seemed to misinterpret the blatancy behind that] He didn’t send a dick pic—instead, a selfie-style picture, showcasing his gorgeous chest, abs, shoulders—yet, not quite showing me his face. However, I could see the gorgeous pair of lips that was the cherry on top of a sundae of a man I wanted to enjoy.

I responded to his reply to my ad, thanking him for being so tasty. Numerous emails later, we realized a commonality in sexual appeal. I was drawn to his demeanor in email form. I absolutely believed what he’d mentioned about being dominant. I wanted that. I wanted (and perhaps needed) someone who would control me. We agreed to take our email conversation to a central location. He, in all his supposed dominance chose the time and place—side note—yes, gentlemen, it IS that simple to win that part of me over. I am an incredibly dominant woman; I know what I want and I tend to take it. SO, it is incredibly sexy to me when a man takes the lead, tells me what to do and where to be. And he did (oh, did he…many, many times…..but those are stories of the sexy future).

He had arrived before I got to our public meeting place and messaged me to ask what I would like to drink. [Be still, my heart…the simple things—he made the plans, he ordered my drink…I was wet and I hadn’t even met him yet]. I had just parked; I walked in and perused the bar, looking for someone I didn’t know. I made my way to the bar and pulled up a chair next to a handsome, professional-looking man, hoping it was the sir I had come to meet. He had an air of Adam Levine amalgamated with the 50 Shades’ main character, yet, he didn’t seem as presumptuous as one might assume that combination to be. Within moments, he turned to me and asked, ‘Are you who I’m supposed to be meeting?’ To which I replied, ‘I don’t know. Am I? I certainly hope so.’

His voice was deep and masculine and for a split second, my mind floated away and imagined the way he might sound when he came. A good-looking sir, indeed….I was very pleasantly content with him. Not many men can accomplish the appeal he had: glasses, hair done and well-groomed, nice appearance, a well-dressed man…intelligent when he spoke. And yet, the sinister gaze that he shot me from time to time seemed to recognize itself in me…..in both of us, there was an unspoken yet recognizable animalistic, insatiable urge; we seemed to see it in one another. I imagined him fucking me, pounding me hard and slapping me…wrapping his hands around my throat as he drove himself inside me, making me scream out in pleasured pain. As he spoke, I watched his mouth move and could tell that, not only was his mouth the composer of the words he spoke, but also of the maestro to a woman’s pleasure—my pleasure. I wanted him.

Several hours later, we left the bar and headed to his place. Wet with excitement, it was all I could do to not rub myself in anticipation of what (and who) was to come (wink, wink). As we stepped into his place, I felt his masculine hands on my body. We went into his room and I climbed onto the bed, bent over. After putting on some music he climbed on the bed right behind me; I could feel his shaft rub up against my ass as his hand wrapped around my breasts. He sat me up and there we kneeled, on his bed, in front of the mirror—him still behind me, I could feel his cock get harder against my ass. He had one arm around my tits, while the other hand ran down my stomach and into my pants…his fingers began to tickle my clit. As he felt my wetness, I could hear his breathing increase and become more pronounced and he let out a moan. I turned and faced him. I ran my tongue up his neck and to his ear—his moans let me know he liked it. I rubbed my hand against his pants; I could feel him throbbing…I wanted my mouth on his cock. I wanted to taste him. In my split-second daydream of sucking him off, I was taken aback when I realized he had grabbed my ass and was lifting me up. He let me fall back onto the bed and he proceeded to eat me out. His haunting, seductive music played in the background as his tongue composed a masterpiece…..

xoxoxo—Stay Sexy, Eve

For Post: In Response to the Ad

Posted in The Usual Dirties with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 30, 2013 by Succubus a.k.a. Eve Incognito