True Sex Stories: Never Enough

The life and times of an insatiable woman.

He had just finished fucking me, but I wanted more.

It's a curse sometimes, being insatiable.  I can't help it though, when he's around me- it's hard to curb my appetite.  Whether he is beating me, tying me up, or fucking me I can't get enough of him.  It's not just the orgasm.

It's the touch.  The stare.  The words.  The focus.

He fills my need and nothing feels right when he isn't there  So when he is- no, I can't get enough of him.  Not enough kissing, not enough cuddling, not enough talking, not enough beating, not enough fucking.

Never enough.

More.  I wanted more.  I wanted to drink him straight from the bottle.

He reached to the bedside, still out of breath and grabbed the new white dildo.  He rubbed it against my wet pussy and pushed it inside me.  "Open your legs!" he demanded, leaning over me, kissing me hard.  He started thrusting it inside me slowly. The curve pushing against my gspot until I felt the burning down in my toes.  My back arched, my toes curled under and I wrapped my hands around his neck and bit down on his lips.  Overwhelmed.  My cunt tensed and rocked and fucked it.  The orgasm came from the core of my body and it fueled him.  He was drinking me also.

He slowed for a few seconds and then started again.  This time faster.  The next time harder.  The next time even faster and harder than times before.  Each time, his eyes bore into mine- demanding me with every thrust of the dildo, every time the thick bump in the middle of the shaft pushed open my cunt and rubbed inside me I grunted and gasped.   It was dirty and greedy.  I didn't stop coming and he didn't stop fucking me with it.  Again and again until it was starting to hurt beneath the surface of the good stuff.

Unrelenting he bit my lip and said, "Come for me again so I can fuck that sore cunt of yours!"  Holy fuck, I couldn't help it.  I was screaming now- one part pain the other part passion and release.  I didn't see it, but I heard it hit the wall as he tossed the dildo aside, now tinged with blood, and climbed on top of me once more.  I had less lubrication at this point but he pushed inside me anyway- his hand came over my mouth as I screamed in pain.  Moving slowly at first, he grabbed my wrists and pinned me down on the bed, his body weight on my forearms until I cried out with that pain also.  He fucked me, hard.  We rocked an moaned and kissed- whatever pain I had getting mixed in with the frenzied sensation.

He was fueled now and the look in his eyes was feral and somewhat intimidating.  Yes- it was in these moments that I see what others do not see, what others may have never seen.  It's more than Dom, it's more than sex.  It's similar to my subspace- where the words fall from his lips without him speaking them.  His body moves without effort and each counter move of mine brings us deeper in his space.

We get lost here.  We find each other here.  There's never enough of this.

Republished with permission from Bad Bad Girl. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo by John B. Root.