This is a story from several years ago. I was fresh out of college and feeling alone after a big breakup with my boyfriend of many years. I moved into a sweet warehouse apartment in the downtown of the city. It was a great place with high exposed ceilings and brick walls. I moved in with my new boyfriend when we decided it was the time to try (living together) that, but mostly because I didn’t want to live alone. After a year or so of living with him the relationship was not providing what I wanted. He was really a nice person but left me so unsatisfied emotionally and physically. He never grasped the concept that the way to my heart is through my mind and he never probed, challenged or fulfilled me in that way. You can do the math pretty quickly that if he hadn’t captured my mind and heart he wasn’t getting it done in the bedroom either, and he really wasn’t. It wasn’t like he didn’t try, I mean he loved to have sex, but he couldn’t have intercourse without a super fast climax. I don’t think he meant it to be so bad for me but he just didn’t understand the need for stimulating the body to achieve the right mix of pleasure and erotica. He actually blamed his fast cumming on me due to my overly wet pussy. Seriously, that is my fault?
Whenever we would get naked and he wanted sex it was pretty routine. He would just get on top, mount me and enter me without much more than kissing and entering, his version of breaking and entering. When he would enter me he would never last more than about 30 seconds, and although my memory is a little fuzzy that may be a kind commentary. It was thrust into me a few times and cum inside me, wham bam thank you ma'am. So just about the time my body would begin to wake up and respond he would be done and headed to his dismount. And then he would be a bit embarrassed and then it would be over, goodnight and turn on the tv time. Needless to say this left me sexually frustrated and it frankly pissed me off, the selfish little prick! I wished for a lot of things. Staying power to help me cum, a bigger cock to spread my pussy and fill my love canal, some oral attention to stimulate my clit and make me cum so good, ANYTHING……I wished most of all he would go down on me and spend time servicing me but he would never take the hint or the opportunity. It was maddening! My old boyfriend loved to “eat my pussy” as many times as possible, too bad he was a cheating prick but man he could do the deed downstairs. But that seemed so long ago and the longing for that was acute. Week after week and month after month went by and I was just bored! There was nothing intellectually stimulating to get me in the right mood and nothing to flat out stimulate the body either. But come on! Bored by sex? Is that even possible? Well it was in my case.
I ended up in the rut of all ruts, going to work, coming home, eating some frozen thing via the microwave, sometimes eating out. Rinse and repeat… Here I was in the prime of my sexual life and I was not getting anything close to great sex. I began to sort be disgusted by him, he made me mad. He was wrecking my life in a way; I blamed him for a lot of things that weren’t happening the way I wanted. Here I was 24 sexy and available for a stud but none was around to catch my interest. Then , after working at the same office for 2 years something amazing happened. A new VP of Sales moved into town. He was really cool. Older than me, smart, funny, engaging, respectful and married! Yikes, and it just so happened that we ended up on road trips together. When we spent a good deal of time together on the road on some trips and I thought he was amazing. We would sit together on planes, he made me laugh he was interesting he was handsome and he was self confident in a great way. I was slightly in lust and love with him, but I had no way to ever have with him what I had in mind…….. After 3 of these week long business trips, we returned to the airport and we waited for our bags. We hugged goodbye, and I watched him walk away to his car. My dirty mind wondered if he would fuck his wife this night. I wanted to know how his cock felt, I was pretty sure it was nice. But in the end I drove home feeling lonely and depressed! I got home and made a frozen burrito with cheese on top and sat down to eat and watch TV. My “live in” guy was off doing some sporting event again so I was alone. I sat in my big white love seat with the view of the city through the large window. As I slowly ate and watched the unremarkable sitcom I thought about Brad the VP from work. I began to think about how I would never have him. Oh how I wanted him to want me, to take me like a woman wants to be taken. He had that expression of confidence when a man knows he has game. I had so much sexual tension that I started to imagine him with me in my apartment. Slowly, I started to lean back on my couch and lift my legs onto the ottoman. With my knees bent I inched my skirt up and slipped my hands inside my panties. I felt up and down my clit and decided that panties to the side might work a bit better, so out came my hand and I slid the panties to the side and began to touch myself on my clit. I rubbed up and down and thought about how Brad would feel if he were inside me. I slid two fingers into my moist slit and imagined my VP fucking me. The rhythm began to pick up and the pace made me feel very good. While I fingered myself I closed my eyes and imagined the new guy fucking me hard with his big dick. I was taken away by the moment and was getting very hot when I remembered the f’ing window was open! I opened my eyes and although not close the apartments across the parking lot could see me if they were looking. I thought about studying the windows to see if anyone could see me, but thought what the hell? Let’s just keep going and no one is likely looking anyway. Now it was time to really work my clit and pussy. I started to buck against my hand imagining a big hot cock in me and I began to moan, call out his name and squeeze my thighs together. The next thing I knew I was awash in my own cum as it ran down my fingers and down my ass. Damn that was earth shattering and left my feeling so good and relaxed. I figured what the hell, if I can’t ever have him at least I could imagine it and get some release for my sexual tension. Finally, after ten or fifteen minutes of my pussy slowly contracting and getting back to normal I got up and got a towel to dry the couch, laughing about what my boyfriend would think when he saw the wet towel. I would not tell him even though I would want to scream, “Hey numb nuts, I got myself off because your penis goes limp you fucking moron”. I went to “clean up a bit” and then the doorbell rang. End of Chapter 1
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