"I knew a girl who liked the prong
but alway brought her dog along..."

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The 'worst' was one time in art class with a nude male model (and I really did not have a habit of drooling over them, but this one day I just did). I had to keep drawing him, but at the same time I was drowning in horniness. I knew it was nonsense, but I kept feeling that my pussy, with its magical vacuum power, was trying to hoover him over from across the room, dick first - boiiiiiiing! I had to keep looking at him to draw him, and was hoping nobody would notice the lust!

I must say, I feel for any guys in the same situation, a little less able to conceal their fascinations.

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A heightened sense of peni around. Then a tingling around the clit. A quickening of my pulse, and quicker breathing.

After a few minutes of this crap it is grabbing Mr. Lyons dragging him to the bedroom, throwing him on the bed and fucking his brains out.

-Or-

Coyly walking up to the mister, acting like the shy virginand hoping he will do me like to bad little girl I am.

You know, the normal.

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It's funny...I have to think about the answer to this question cuz I rarely feel the ache of horniness because I relieve myself so often.

Thinking about the last person I was really hot for...and still am...

Huh? Was I writing something? Oh yeah...

First I get really relaxed. Tension leaves my body. Sometimes I get these little shocks throughout my whole body and a wave of goosebumps, mostly in a wave from my torso to the top of my head. Nipples become bumpy, erect and supersensitive, kinda too sensitive, like "acidic" (can't think of a better way to describe it). Ok...the thought of this object of affection just made the goosebump wave flow down my arms to the knuckles. [It helps that I haven't masturbated in a few days.]

And the magic part for me [and none of you better divulge my secret spot] is that my neck also becomes hypersensitive. If my neck is kissed when I'm in this state, I'm your fucking slave. It makes me scream, literally. I can cum from this on occassion. Once, the object of my affection mentioned above flirtingly kissed my neck after we had spent the evening together (friendly date, nonsexual). I half-jokingly said "Again!" I then pointed to [what this person didn't know was] my secret neck spot and said "One more time right here" and bam! I was wet. I knew this person did not (unfortunately or fortunately, I don't know) believe in infidelity, so we both went to our separate homes. While I dreamt that night of my crush, I had one of those dreams that make me wake up crying. The lustful emotions were of an intensity that cannot be felt in waking life. Desire so powerful that it's laced with death.

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Edited by - Rumplestilt Skin on 1/21/2003 7:19:34 AM

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