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The truth is that I just love to fuck.
A lot of men think that’s what they want. They talk a big game. But then they can’t back it up.
They want to fuck a few times a week. Maybe every day. And maybe that’s good enough for some women. But it’s not good enough for me.
I’m insatiable. And maybe that’s the kind of information I shouldn’t share. Maybe I should be concerned about my reputation.
But I don’t fucking care.
I wasn’t always this way.
I used to be shy back in college.
I was studious.
I didn’t go to parties.
I kept to myself.
Or so most people thought.
But a few knew the truth.
They’d seen the body I tried to hide under my conservative wardrobe.
They’d peeled off my lacy lingerie after class.
And they’d talked about what happened because that’s what men do.
And from that point on I was the campus slut.
That’s not how I wanted to be known.
I wasn’t even that promiscuous.
I didn’t deserve the reputation.
But I should have just owned it.
It took me years to realize that and to be comfortable with who I am.
To admit that I just love to fuck.
Back then, I ran away from the label.
I went into a shell.
I didn’t stop having sex.
I could never have done that.
But I stopped having sex with guys at school.
I couldn’t trust them.
Were they really interested in me?
Or did they just think I was easy?
To be honest, it shouldn’t have mattered.
Years later, I stopped caring about the motivations of my partner.
I started focusing on my needs.
Because that’s what really matters.
And that’s when I ran into you.
I know you wanted me back then.
You tried to be nice about it.
But your eyes were always on me.
Checking out my tits.
Staring at my ass.
I could see the lust.
And I was intrigued.
But I was so unsure of myself.
And I didn’t know if you were interested in [insert your name].
Or just the campus slut.
I could tell you recognized me when we met again.
Even though we’re older.
And I certainly don’t dress the same way.
Your eyes went straight to my tight sweater and the way it was clinging to these perfect tits.
It was obvious you still wanted to fuck me.
Maybe you were remembering the rumors about me being the campus slut.
But your motivation wasn’t important to me.
The only thing that mattered was if I wanted to fuck you.
It was cute how you tried to make your move when we went for coffee.
You put your hand on my thigh to inch my skirt up.
I could tell you thought you were getting away with something.
And that’s when I knew we were going to fuck.
Although I almost changed my mind when you tried to fuck me in the parking lot.
I may be easy, but I'm not that easy.
You were pawing at me like a horny frat boy who just couldn't wait.
You were like an animal.
And I was happy about that.
At least once we got a hotel room.
I remember the way you pushed up my skirt and grabbed my plump ass. My little red whore panties were soaked.
You rubbed my pussy through my panties. It was obvious you wanted to be in charge. So I let you feel like you were.
I got on my knees for you. And you pulled out that beautiful cock. I made a show of pulling off my tight sweater. And then I took off my lacy bra.
You couldn’t take your eyes off my tits. Not even when I wrapped my lips around your dick. I got it nice and wet. It was glistening for me. It looked so sexy. I knew it would be a crime to cover it with a rubber.
I thought you’d lose it when I asked you to fuck me raw.
Then you grabbed my hips and bent me over the bed.
I came so fast.
I’d love to tell you it was something you did, but the truth is that I was just that needy. My pussy was throbbing before you even penetrated me.
But the second orgasm?
That one was all you.
I loved the shock on your face when I begged you to fuck me in the ass.
Your cock was still slick from my pussy when you drove it in me.
I couldn’t even speak. I felt tears stinging my eyes. But I wanted it.
You were so slow and steady at first. You knew just what I needed to warm up.
And then you pounded my tight little asshole.
I had to bury my face in the pillow or the whole hotel would have heard us. They probably still did. I’ve never been good at holding in my moans.
When you touched my clit I exploded. And you just kept pounding away inside me until the last second.
Then you pulled out and rolled me over and gave that dick a tug. Your hot load splashed on titties. And I cleaned up every drop with my fingertips and licked them clean like a good girl.
“We should do this again sometime.”
That’s what you said after you caught your breath.
And I couldn’t suppress my laughter.
“Is that all you got?” was my response.
Because I had every intention of doing it again.
And I didn’t plan on waiting.
Like I said at the beginning, I like to fuck