The Broke Politician – A story about Ovulation horniness
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
The room was full of people who were dancing in dim lights, crowded, sweaty and charged with a lot of sexual energy. The air smelled like passion, the lights flickering low and sensual music playing. I knew he was here because he loved to show…
It was his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. They were maybe brown… close to green. And his body, his lean tall lanky well-chiseled body, his long torso and his huge dick that went all the way to his knees. I have flashbacks of him walking towards…
We sat in his car, and he was looking directly into my eyes as he spoke. Something was different today, still a man of few words, but I could hear the turmoil in his head, the loud thoughts. I could see him fight himself because…
I was lying in my bed, scrolling through my phone thinking about new things to buy for my apartment. I had filled carts already, this time with bigger stuff because it was Christmas; and, I have an ex who loves to spoil me when he’s…
I recently joined a dating app because I needed to satisfy my curiosity as well as to get a dose of dopamine badly that night. Yes, dopamine from being wanted. I’m tired of pretending like this isn’t a normal thing because I believe it is inherently human to feel needed and loved,…
It’s Monday evening and I’m winding down after a long rainy day. I stick to my routine nowadays – I wake up, work out, get some work done, then lounge on my couch after the day as a reward for being a girl, a very horny girl. I’ll…
I’m traumatized by the feeling of being abandoned. I use that word because that’s exactly what it feels like. Maybe I’m not as secure as I thought I was because this feeling destroys me the same way each time, sometimes maybe worse than ever.
I told him that I wanted to sit on his face; with him in his new suit so that he knew exactly where he was headed right after the presidential inauguration luncheon at The State House.
I am incredibly horny; ten water buffalos lined up wouldn’t match up in a ‘Big Horn’ competition with me. I don’t know how to explain it in a way that can be put in words, but right now, I’d absolutely love a good pounding, actually, no, I’d…