It's been hours. My box is starting to get out of control. I..
🕑 Added 2025-04-04 20:15:29 +0000 UTC
It's been hours. My box is starting to get out of control. I need to feed it. I got myself all worked up this morning over something as silly as seeing a hot guy in a car, and it left me kind of sexually frustrated. So what do I do? I flip a 180 on my husband. I was all nice and lovey this morning when I had him film my sopping wet pussy this morning. But, when Scott walks in the door a few hours later, I unload my frustrations, all of it, on him before he can close it. What can I say…I needed to cum. I tell him how I saw a man that stirred something inside me—how hot this guy was, how I'm always thinking about hunting down men like that. I got a special jolt of excitement when I said, "It's like I'm out there looking for someone who'd erase you without a second thought—a man who'd make you nothing." The look on Scott's face confirms that he knows it's not just talk. He knows all too well that I'd suck another man's cock, and swallow every drop, just to feed on his sperm because, for me, it's like drinking his power. Taking it from him and making it a part of me. It feels like every time I swallow another man's load, it makes Scott just a little smaller. I do love sucking a man's cock, but It's not even about the act itself. It's how it guts Scott, how he knows I will do it, and that I will love every second of watching him shrink. That's what makes me wet—his helpless little nod, like he's already accepted it. I'm buzzing just thinking about the next guy I'll spot, the next chance to make Scott feel it all over again. And then I see his erection. And it bugs me. I want him to feel how small he is, not get off on it. But at the same time, I love it—his dick betraying him, stiffening at the thought of some guy taking me away. It's like even his body knows he's losing, and that twisted little thrill, that mix of cruelty and power, just frustrates me sexually even more. So, I went in the bedroom, grabbed my vibrator, walked past Scott, out the door, and stroked my clit off in my Jeep thinking how good that guy's dick in the Telsa stretching my insides out would feel. Took about a minute. I feel better, but I need a dick. I will find one tonight, one way or another.
