Each very different from the other and I crave each one intensely, but differently.
One touches my romantic heart and ignites my body with desire. He's kind and caring and actually wants to hear all my stories and know how my day went. I love him. I love touching his hands, intertwining our fingers. I love when he touches the small of my back, I get butterflies. I love how protected I feel when I'm out with him, cherished. I love his kinky soul.
I love being daring with him and trying new things. Riding in his car with my top off, my breasts exposed for his kisses whenever he wants makes me crazy. I'm on edge, nervous. What if we get caught? Then he kisses me and I don't give a fuck, I just want him. I want everything he has to give me and I give him everything I have to give. I share my heart with him, my deepest desires. Not only sexually, but more. He knows about my longing to travel, my dream home, my career aspirations, my need for philanthropy and to make a difference in the world and he only loves me more for it. When I'm with him, I feel like I matter. I feel appreciated, loved, special.
He lays me on the bed, runs oil over my skin, rubbing it into my back and between my cheeks, lubricating my ass. I get so turned on as I lay there, knowing he's going to fuck my ass and that it will be so intense and I'm going to love it.
He makes another pass at my back, hitting that spot that sends me into a a frenzied state of arousal, then back down, over my ass, between my legs.
God, please fuck me!
I can't take it much longer, we've been together all night, the flirting, the teasing, the innocent touches that go further to daring moments of exhibitionism. Kissing as we drive, at every stop light. I want his kisses. I dream about them when we're apart. I want his hands on my body, arousing me, soothing me, tempting me.
Finally I feel him shift positions. I feel his cockhead at my opening
and I think Yes! Yes please, fuck my ass, now do it now... I'm near mad with the want of it and as he pushes in, the intense sensations threaten to pull me under. My body shakes as the pleasure ripples through me.
He pushes in further, fully embedding his cock in my tight ass. He stretches and fills me pushing me to the brink of orgasm already. He gets bold. He punishes my ass with hard, fast thrusts, but good god it only makes me want more. Gone are the long velvet strokes, replaced now with passionate thrusts. His hand runs down my back again. He wants me to come first, but I wait. I hold on. Torturing myself, denying the sweet release I crave until finally we are so lost to the fervor that there are no more games, no more technique, no more carefully planned moves. Just a man fucking a woman violently up the ass and when he cums, filling me, that's when I finally allow for my own release and I cry out with the intensity of it all.
For several long minutes we are lost to the bliss, then he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight as though I am his most valued possession. With him I feel loved.
The second man brings out my playful side. He calls in the middle of the night with audacious proposals. He shares his fantasies with me. He stops by without warning and before I know it, I have his cock in my mouth. He likes to make phone calls while I suck him off and that turns me on. He's charming and personable. He leaves everyone he meets with a smile and he cares about people and doing a good job and he's kind. He's so much younger than I am, but we connect. We have dinner together and laugh so much. He's horny all the time and within a second his wickedness flames to the surface and we're fucking in the parking lot at the restaurant.
He tears my shirt, but I don't care. He opens my bra exposing me and sucks hard on my nipples. I pull his shirt off, I unzip him and reach in, grabbing his very hard cock. Our movements rushed and rough as we fumble to get access to one another. The car shakes as he moves atop me, shoving my panties aside and pushing his cock against my opening. We kiss. I scratch down his back. He loves it, even though he howls at the sharp burst of pain. He rams his cock inside me, ramming hard against my cunt again and again.
Harder.
Faster.
God, I want to come and I feel the need rising.
I reach between us, start playing with my clit.
He speaks words I don't understand in a language I don't know.
The sex is rough and teenagerish. It's fast and needy. It's raw and satisfying.
He grabs at my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth he sucks hard and frantically. I can't hold back anymore and I come hard, my pussy convulsing and squeezing him, holding him tight as he pummels in deep.
I cry out, not being able to contain myself and the next thing I hear is his deep Spanish benediction in my ear as he cums. He grabs me tight, holding on like I'm a lifeline to this world as he tumbles over the edge into bliss.
I adore him. He's captivated by me. I crave his body. I love how primal he makes me. When I'm with him, it's just about the sex, raw and messy. I let him rub his cum all over me and he loves it when I gag on his cock. We fuck like wild rabbits and that fills a need in my soul.
The third is more subdued. He's quiet, but he's passionate. He has depths most people will never see, but he shares it with me and I feel honored. When we go out, we find a quiet table in the corner and we talk. We talk about so many things, from childhood memories to the intricate details of our favorite movies to our deepest sexual fantasies.
We share wine and laughter, the occasional quick brushes of our bodies, a hand gliding across an arm, a foot stroking a leg. He's older than me and he has deep wisdom. I love sitting, just listening to him talk. He teaches me things and I crave his knowledge.
We share books and sometimes on a late Sunday morning, we simply curl up on the sofa at his place together, each reading silently, holding one another, caressing each other.
He takes me out to places I've never been before and my friends think this is the attraction, but they don't know how he owns my soul.
No one would ever know how I give myself to him.
No one would ever guess how far I let him push me.
No one would ever believe that in out most private moments, I call him master.
He feeds a part of my soul that no one and nothing has ever touched before. It's all about the sex, but it's not at the same time. His ownership of me is like my substance in this life, because I long to please him, but what he wants from me, is to be the strong, accomplished woman I am. He pushes me to strive further, reach higher. With him in my life I am stronger.
He pulls my hair and pushes me to my knees. He fucks my mouth with a ruthless tenderness. In our moments together, he is my world and no one understands how that gives me strength. They think being submissive makes me weak, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.
When he fucks me, when he bites me, marks me, claims me, I feel powerful. I know with one look I can bring him to his knees, but I also know he's in complete control. So different from the others, he undresses me slowly, makes me stand naked for his inspection.
He glides his hand slowly between my breasts to my pussy. His fingers play with my clit, push inside me. He brings his hand to my mouth, tells me to suck my juices off his fingers and I do. I suck hard and allow him to pull his fingers back out of my mouth. He pushes them back into my pussy, fucking me while he watches my expressions. I stare into his eyes, up for any challenge he wants to throw me, and he does challenge me. He keeps my mind firing and my brain rushing down pathways I never knew existed.
He goes to a drawer and brings back two silver clips which he tightens on my nipples until I gasp.
This time, he sucks his own fingers and moans as my taste erupts on his tongue.
He tells me to touch myself. He sits on the sofa and watches for a while, then he releases his cock and begins to stroke himself. I whimper because I want his cock inside me. I don't care where, my mouth, ass or cunt, I just want it, but he refuses me.
He sits, watching me as I arouse myself.
I watch his hand slide from base to tip, while he grabs himself hard.
"Please, may I come sir?"
He refuses me.
"Please may I have your cock in my mouth?"
He refuses me.
I whine, even as I push my fingers deep inside my own pussy stroking myself while the nipple clamps torture my nipples.
He begins a faster rhythm. He groans and closes his eyes for a moment, then he looks back at me. He stares into my eyes as he works his cock and I work my pussy.
I'm breathless, panting, so near coming.
"Please, sir, can I come?"
No, is the quick and brutal answer I get in return.
He beckons me to come to him and I go immediately.
He pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. I position myself over his cock and he guides me down onto it. Hard velvet steel invades my body as his large granite cock fills me.
There's not time for a slow acclimation, we are both already too close to the brink.
I rock my pelvis back and forth, creating friction. He guides my hips. I rise up, releasing him, then slide back down, grabbing his cock in my wet heat, squeezing him, loving it when he moan.
He looks into my eyes. I'm half gone. Dazed. Pushed into that place of warmth where I float, where He is my entire world.
He tells me now, you may come. I massage myself on him so that my clit is massaged by his shaft as I grind against him. It doesn't take long and I come hard.
He growls and grabs my ass, guiding my body hard and fast, up and down, then he's filling me with hot cum as it shoots from his body into mine.
Together for one blissful moment we are as one as we share the vortex of erotic pleasure as our bodies respond to our play. The he takes me in his arms and lays us across the sofa, holding me as his breathing returns to normal.
I love it when we play together. I love the connection we share and I love all the kinky crazy things we do together.
There are three men in my life, each touching a different part of my body, heart and mind, each claiming a piece of my soul, each fucking me, each loving me, and for once in my life, I feel whole.
