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Aggressively horny.

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The only way I can describe myself right now is "aggressively horny". I am randy, horny, turned on, ready, whatever other term you want to use for it. More than that, I feel aggressive with it. I want to ride some poor bastards brains out. Me on top, using his body and his cock as my living sex aid.  With another girl? I want us to rip each other's clothes off, slap each other, finger each other hard and fast, pee on each other...everything two girls can do.  I'd love to be used be several men at the same time....all holes filled. I'm THAT horny!


 

i noticed a change when I was in London recently. Whenever I saw couples holding hands, kissing, groping, I got red-hot angry, wanting to join in. The main change, however seems to be happening in the way I masturbate and what I think about. 

Gone are the soft, delicate romantic fantasies and role,plays, and in their place are tidal waves of sexual pleasure, some born of dark thoughts indeed. 

I'm in my room, and pacing. I'm wet, and where this would usually turn me on in and of itself, it's making me edgy, cross. My period is due literally any minute, and the cramps aren't helping my mood. Each twinge seems to make my clit pinch. I just can't get comfortable. I flop down on the bed. I can see myself in my dressing table mirrors, and for a moment I contemplate the sight. "You fucking dirty cunt. Look at you! " I say the words out loud. I don't care if anyone hears. I don't care if my brother or my dad walks in here right now and fucks my brains out. It's probably exactly what I need. 

My panties are stained....not just with pussy juice. It's that darker discharge we get when a period is about to start. I'm probably already bleeding, but who fucking cares.

I decide to use it....use it all. I instantly create a scene in my head. I'm 17, I've been out, and I'm being kissed by someone I've picked up at the party. I don't even know his name. We are outside the club, by the bins....somewhere seedy. His hand is up my skirt and rubbing at me through my panties. Why do boys think we like this? Fucking friction doesn't help, you cunts! Then he takes the hint and pushes his hand inside my panties, as I do the same on my bed. 

I've got his ceyes I in my hand, but I'm not going to fuck him. In my head, I'm a virgin, and I'm not going the whole way with a total stranger. So, I'm wanking him as he fingers me, hoping to get him off before things go too far....in fact, I'm bored with it.

Then, he suddenly spins me around. It's so fast, I'm not ready for it. I feel my panties tugged aside and his cock tears my hymen as he pushes it into me. I yell out both in pain and outrage, but there's a little bit of pleasure there too. While he fucks me in my head, three fingers are inside me on my bed. The mirror tells me I have come on, and they are bloody. That's ok, it will add to the fantasy. 

Every struggle I make ensures he pushes into me harder and faster. "You thought you'd just wank me off, bitch? Fat chance" I'm determined he won't make me cum though, although his cock feels amazing in my cunt. He has defiled me, deflowered me, I should be outraged, but instead, I feel my guts churning as the inevitable orgasm starts to build. I make the mistake of swearing at him.....dirty words always make me horny....I should have known better. "You fucking cunt.....you won't make me cum." But even as I say it, I know I'm wrong. I feel him pull out of my cunt, and position himself a little,higher over my bum hole. "Might as well break you in both ways, cunt." He pushes up my bum. I'm expecting it to sting like fuck, to hurt, but it doesn't. Instead, he slides in like he was made for me. I feel so full of cock, that, involuntarily, my hand reaches down the front of my panties and I rub my clit to get me off. 

In reality, I've got three fingers up my can't, and two in my bum. The heel,of my hand is dealing with my clit nicely. The sight in the bedroom mirror is a mess, but it's turning me on too.....a lot. The blood looks as if I've been deflowered, and that ties in with my fantasy. 

The orgasm has been building for some time now, and I've been suppressing it. Then, out of nowhere it hits. This is no rumbling of thunder on a hot summer afternoon. This cracks like lightening. It's savage, every bit as brutal as the sex I'm imagining, it make my back arch high off the bed, and I feel both my holes contracting hard. 

Afterwards, I lay there for a while, bleeding gently into my panties. Deep inside me burns a fire, a small red hot coal of desire that needs fulfilling. I want to be fucked, screwed, shagged...whatever term you want to use for it. I don't want to be made love to. I want an encounter with a total stranger...no names, just sex.

As I lay there, deciding on this course of,actin, I had no idea just how soon it would happen...or where.....or how quickly.

But then a couple of days after my period finished, (I'm lucky, I'm usually only on for three days) I found myself in Brighton. The Anne Summers shop has moved, but it's still there, and I find just behind in my t is terribly erotic. There are fitting rooms where you can try on the clothes, and, close to them, in one of the book aisles, is where I met him. He was tall, about 30, I would,say, obviously married, according to the ring, and well dressed. I had taken a couple of basques to try on, but as soon as I passed him, all interest in them fled. I locked eyes with him, smiled, and inclined my head to the dressing rooms. He followed. As soon as the door was closed I just turned to the wall. I felt him lift my skirt (I wasn't wearing underwear), and he just slippped inside me. I came almost instantly, with him cumming a mere few seconds later. Then we parted as if we'd never even met. 

In that single glance, we both knew what the other wanted. We spoke, agreed and committed with a single glance. It felt amazing t have a real cock again after so long. I miss that sensation of someone spurting inside me. Married men are a pretty safe bet as far as hygiene is concerned, so I'm not worried about tat, and I'm back on the pill too. 

My sexual orientation is definitely moving towards a balance. I realise, I have no preference for male or female. Either will do, and each has its unique benefits. Trust me on this, a girl shagging you with a strap on feels different to a man shagging you. Similarly, a girl licking you out feels totally different to a guy licking you out. Then there's the basic fact, at least for me, that with a girl, I am far less inhibited. Guys have....I don't know.....some kind of ego that can get in the way of,good sex. Girls tend not to. Once we are committed to,having sex with another girl, it's no holds barred. 

Once, I peed on a man's tummy. For me, it just felt,totally natural and something that I wanted to do. He went absolutely apeshit. I also asked a guy to pee on me once. Again, you'd have thought I asked him to jump off a cliff. Yet a girl gets it. I've had girls do it to me without asking, and it feels great! 

Complicated huh?


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