I'm so damn needy. Life has played it's fun and games, and Malcolm and I haven't had any...PERSONAL...time in 3 weeks. I see him, I kiss, I hug him, I smell him, I imagine him, I taste him on my lips. And I Ache for him.
The first week was the hardest. We both had some high emotions going on because of life circumstances, me with my mom and him with his move, we were cranky, and a bit vicious. I throbbed for him, and had this vague sense of dissatisfaction. This sense of loss and anger that had nothing to do with my mother being ill. I was pissed, I was needing my daddy.
The second week the ugly took over. I was bitchy, so was he. We'd pick fights with each other, and end them by apologizing and making promises for the next week. The sharpness of the ache became a constant dull pulsing in my pussy, a quiet need that never left. By the end of the second week I'd become able to make myself squirt by simply rubbing my clit and imagining his cock sliding inside me...slow and easy at first, gathering up all that wetness I make and just taking his time touching the back of me, his "french tickler" he calls it. My memory of him is so vivid that I can hear him and smell him when I make myself cum. But no amount of masturbating quells the need, just the opposite in fact. The more I rub one out, the more I need to cum, like watching the ocean when the tide is coming in. You can't stop it, it's going to come, recede, then come some more, and a little harder every time it slams the shore.
By the beginning of the 3rd week, we both had started to retreat. But we got to spend some time together, non-sexual time mind you, mid-week. I think it made matters worse. For me, the dull throb had retreated to where I wasn't really thinking about it so much. But to be next to him, to smell his pheromone, and kiss him and have that hormone enter my system again.....the need roared back to life. Between kids and repairmen though, we couldn't sate the need, and are still waiting.....both of us waiting to do something with this monster between us. This NEED is so consuming it seems to have a life of it's own. I know he brags about his eagerness to tame it, to tame ME again. He despises my aloofness when I get away from him for some time. He craves making me heel to him because his efforts cause my body to recognize it's master. He looks forward to claiming me and stating his ownership again.
So I sit here tonight thinking about sating the need. I have visions of endless amounts of cock pumping into every orifice on my body, slicking my body with loads and loads of cum. I want to be animal, existing for absolutely nothing but being fucked repeatedly. I want his cock up my ass while his teeth are sunk into the meat of my shoulder, where it meets the neck....and I want him to watch men pump their cocks in and out of my mouth while he pumps his in and out of my ass. I want to feel his hand on the back of my head forcing me down harder and deeper while his other hand encircles my throat waiting to feel that cock enter so deep. I want to be filled up with cum and watch him eat it out of me, watch him clean me, watch him make sure that the only smell that remains on my body is his. I want to do things with him that I am not allowed to speak about. More than anything I want him to watch me fuck indiscriminately. I want volume and variety. I want to be sex incarnate.
I'll go to bed tonight, and have an orgasm...or two...or maybe three or four. But the need will only build and become more consuming. I'm already wet.
