Nymphomaniac Me



uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a woman.

September 12th, 2006

I had just gotten into the car with L. We had been talking on MySpace for three days straight. There was something so calm, collected about him. He styled his jet-black hair in a sexy, messy way. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement I knew matched my own.

“Where to?” He asked.

I shrugged. “Whatever you have in mind.”

He smirked, put the car in drive and drove back to his frat house by CSU.

I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t anxious. I was just horny AS FUCK and insatiable.

I followed L into the frat house, he introduced me to a few of the guys that were playing some game on their XBOX 360. And then he finally led me up the stairs to his room.

He locked it behind him. “Sometimes they’re dicks and try to cockblock.”

I smiled and pulled my shirt off. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to bang. Really, REALLY, HARD.

“Damn. You don’t waste any time do you?” He asked.

I slipped my out of my jeans and unhooked my bra. Then I shook my head.

“Holy fuck.” He unzipped his pants, pulled them down — along with his boxers — and I slid my panties off.

Laying back on his bed, I spread my legs. L got onto the bed between my legs, a hungry look in his eyes. He was already hard, wrapped and ready to go, he paused before slipping inside me and placed two fingers on my clit. He began rubbing it in circles and my body responded. I was on edge already. He moved his fingers around my clit faster and faster. My body ached for the release. I moaned, wanting him more and more. My head rolled back and I gripped the bedspread as my orgasm ripped through me.

“Wow. Already?” He asked.

“I told you I was horny,” I said when the aftershocks stopped.

He grabbed his cock and held it up to my dripping wet pussy. He pressed and used his fingers to spread me open a little more to help get himself inside me. He worked himself little by little until my pussy was wrapped tightly around him.

His cock slid in and out of me and I moaned, loud. I didn’t care if anyone heard us. It just felt so good. He paused and put my legs on each of his shoulders. I re-positioned myself so he’d hit my G-spot. When he started fucking me again, that’s exactly what he did.

He hit my G-spot over and over and I found myself trembling and crying out within minutes.

“You ready for more, baby?” He asked.

I ignored the pet name and nodded my head. He pulled out of me and laid down on the bed. He wasn’t putting in a lot of effort but I was still horny and didn’t care. I was just going to ride his dick until I felt satisfied enough to stop.

I climbed on him and we had to work his cock inside of me again. He was a little too thick, but once inside and comfortable, he stretched me in the best way.

“You’re so tight.” He moaned.

I sat up straight and moved my body up and down. His cock was deep inside of me and I had that “overfilled” feeling by my cervix and I fucking loved it. My clit rubbed on him as I moved my hips in a circle. His hands went for my tits and he began to play with my nipples.

“I love small tits.” He said and squeezed them both at the same time.

I bit my lip and rode him harder and faster. I wanted nothing more than to come again. I wanted to feel the ecstasy release from inside me. I needed the pleasure to take over. Then I saw his face, heard his moans change and I knew he was about to come too.

I rode him harder using my body to please us both. His fingers still playing with my nipples and sending even more pleasure rushing to pussy.

The warmth filled me and my toes tingled. I tossed my head back and felt his cock throb inside of me. Him coming at the same time as me only made my orgasm more intense. My pussy and his thick cock throbbed together. And then it was over and I was laying next to him on the bed.

He laughed. “That was amazing. Hey, are you a nympho or something?”

I smiled. “I prefer the term ‘sexually liberated’.”