Sex that I'm having. Sex that I wish I was having.
A little about me - I'm a straightish, 20-something female. I live in a major metropolis. I've been in a relationship with the same man-boy for two years. TWO FUCKING YEARS. Man-Boy will heretofore be referred to as the BF. He's an immature little fuck, but he mostly means well and I do love him, despite my best protests.
We had sex on our second date. It's something he occasionally likes to hold against me, but he doesn't have much ground to stand on since he's the one who threw me up against the wall. I realize that makes me sound easy, but rest assured my number is much lower than you'd think. BF was #3.
#1 and #2 meant nothing. #1 served his purpose in deflowering me and removing the burden that was my virginity and #2 broke me in a little more, but I didn't enjoy having sex with either one of them. My first experience where my pulse quickened, I forgot to breathe and I craved...needed...required the dick in my pussy was with the BF. Don't get me wrong, the first time we had sex it was an utter and total disaster (more on that in a later post, I'm sure), but I knew right away that I wanted more of him.
And now, I'm a fiend.
If I had my way, we'd fuck at least two times a day. But the BF, despite being closer in age to his biological sexual peak than I am, can't keep up or doesn't want to. Before chauvinists flood the blog - I haven't gained any weight since we got together, my pussy is impeccably waxed bare and I'm a sexy bitch. And he's definitely not gay (although #2 totally might have been, come to think of it). It's not that we don't have sex, we have plenty of sex, great sex, sex that leaves bruises, teeth-marks and broken lingerie strewn about the room.
But we're not always on the same page sexually (or emotionally, so that probably contributes to the sexual disconnect), such is the plight of many a couple.
The fact still remains that when I'm playing with my pussy, he's the one I'm fantasizing about 98% of the time. When I'm bored at work, my mind drifts and then I can practically feel his dick in my mouth. Just the slight outline of his bulge in pants makes me want to tackle him onto the ground, push my panties to the side and ride him until he can't take it anymore.
Like I said, I'm a fiend.
