True Sex Stories: They Come And They Go

My first come of the weekend was fast and hard, and so strong from the core of my cunt the walls of my pussy locked around my fingers pulling them deep inside of me-pulsing and pulling, not letting go...

This weekend was spent nursing this broken heart with a steady diet of streaming netflixs, art and physics, scotch, reefer and some rape fantasy porn–of course. Well, actually the rape fantasy porn only last a brief moment or two– as it always does. As my taste softened, my body tingled with that want to be touched feeling I sought out something more toward my like to watch– first a tiny blond who squeaked too much, but I sure did like the way he could grab her and impale her on his cock. This is a move I long for, but I am just not a tiny little thing, it would take a pretty strong big to impale me on his cock like that.

Then I switched to a nice big cock fucking a nice soft bouncy girl, with lots of cock worship and plenty attention devoted to some pussy licking and clit exploration, still not ever enough of that in pornography, but this one was pretty good. Why is it so rare to see the male star go down on his co-star and not slide some finger in while he is licking here? I will come every time a man does that to me, well –ya know when he also fucking me with those fingers.

Whenever the fucking ends with someone, I always have that feeling that I did not get to have their cock in my mouth the way I wanted at least one last time or that I really should have rode their face with my pussy when I had those last few chances to do so. That I should have let my insides pour out all over his face in one last release of me. My heat break is not just for the companion of that man, but for the loss of his cock, the loss of our sex. I wouldn't say it killed my sex drive, but fucking myself becomes horribly sad the first few comes, like there needs to be this release of loss, tears and cum. My first come of the weekend was fast and hard, and so strong from the core of my cunt the walls of my pussy locked around my fingers pullingthem deep inside of me-pulsing and pulling, not letting go–my slit filled with the slickest of fluids, the best lube. I wanted to go to bed immediately, but I had not seen the cum shot, so I continued with the bullet firmly vibing my clit–shooting a heat pulse through my body, my tits heavy and nipples on fire, and my pussy still pulling my fingers in, as if they were your cock, I wanted them to be your cock. I came with the stars of porn– my cunt pulsing, gripping and leaking. When I pulled my fingers out they were coated in a cloudy clear gloss with tiny pussy juice bubbles all over my fingers, I really needed to come.

The rest of days were spend very similar to this, a little bit of crying and a whole lot coming –coming, laughing, crying– coming and thinking of you

– contemplating when to fight, when to chase and when to let love walk out the door.

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