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Come Clean

It was that familiar refrain, “Come on Daddio, fuck me.”

Every. Single. Night. The way I describe the dirty stories I tell here is, “the trials and tribulations of life with a nymphomaniac.” Now, most of you out there probably think that life with a nymphomaniac is every man’s dream. I say, it is, until you are living the dream. Then it puts you to the test. Rather, she, Lo, her libido puts you to the test. Can’t we have just one night where we eat dinner, watch a little TV, brush our teeth, climb under the covers, kiss goodnight, and sleep? One night. Is that so much to ask?

So, dear reader, I sincerely apologize if you’ve heard this all before, but that is my life with a nymphomaniac. That’s my life with Lo.

After I politely demurred, she said, as she held my cock in her hands, “I don’t even want to fuck it, I just want to caress it. . . with my vagina.”

“Lo,” I said, “the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

“That’s bullshit. The flesh is flaccid and the spirit is asleep.”

“Isn’t a working stiff allowed to be tired?!”

“I don’t care if you’re tired, as long as you’re stiff. I’ll just climb up on top right here,” she maneuvered her hips onto my hard dick and sat straddling me, “and go like this,” she slowly slid up and down on my rod, “and you don’t even have to be awake. Just go to sleep and I’ll be done soon.”

Well, I don’t know about you, but have you ever tried sleeping with a woman getting her rocks off on you as if you were her personal Sybian machine? It’s not possible.

So I slid into her. I thrusted. I met her bounces with my own deep advances. The whole while the fingers of her right hand were up and rubbing round and round her clit as she used her left hand for leverage on my chest.

She came and came hard, dripping on me. I did my best to restrain my inclinations.

“Cum, Daddio,” she insisted. It’s not enough that I fuck her. She wants to bring me to completion as well.

“No,” I said from my dominated vantage point. “I’m on the wagon — for a month.”

Despite her post-climatic intoxication, she laughed heartily. “You think you’ll last a month?”

“No, but I’m going to try. A person has to have goals, right?”

“Why? What’s it going to do for you? Wouldn’t it feel better just to let it go?” she asked as she practiced her Kegel exercises on my shaft.

“It’s simply a challenge for me.”

“You’ll get nothing out of it,” she said, still riding up and down with her tight pussy squeezing me.

“It’s for my emotional stability.”

“You’ll feel so much better if. . .”

She was launching into her voice — her sexy voice that is to me like the Sirens were for Ulysses. I gave her a great big jolt with my hips and I sent her flying off of me.

“That’s it! That’s all you get!”

“But, but. . .”

“We’re done. You came, we’re done.”

“But Daddio, I only came once.”

“And I came not at all and it’s going to stay that way. I have to be able to last at least one fucking night.”

Her hand was caressing my wet cock — wet with her own juices.

“Please Daddio,” she pleaded.


As I lay on my back, she continued rubbing my cock with her left hand the way her pussy had been stroking it only a few minutes ago, while her right hand was stroking herself. She brought herself to another orgasm as I kept myself in check.

“Won’t you fuck me one more time?” she said in the still of the dark room.

“I’ll tell you what,” I whispered to her.

“Yes, Daddy?” she said eagerly.

“I will. I will fuck you one more time.”

She was already slapping her puss and spreading her legs in heated anticipation.

“On one condition,” I added.

“What’s that?” she asked, pausing for a moment.

“That you will tell your therapist that you’re a nymphomaniac.”

“But, but?”
 “No buts. You will tell her at your next session. You’ll come clean.”

“I love cumming clean — and dirty.”

“I’m not joking, Lo. If you want me to fuck you again, then you have to make a solemn promise to tell her at your next meeting.”

“Ok, Ok, I’ll tell her. Just fuck me.”

She rolled on her tum, put her ass in the air, and said, “Do me like a dirty little doggy.”

I got behind her.

“I want to be your bitch,” she said.

I entered her.

“Be my cur,” she added.

I gave her what she wanted as she gushed all over my shaft, my legs, and the sheets.

Remarkably, I edged all the way.

“Is that what you needed?” I asked after disengaging from her hungry hole.

“Oh yeah, Daddio. I had that third one in there and it just needed to cum out. That was the best.”

Finally we fell asleep. A brief respite till morn when she’d be begging for it all over again.