To begin, let me say that I am a completely normal woman. I am however, a bloodthirsty cock hound with an insatiable appetite for sex.

I withheld my sex-hungry nature for a month or two after I began my relationship with Scott. Whenever we were together, it was innocent, and that’s all I needed. I knew jumping into bed with a guy after just a couple weeks could (and usually would) completely fuck up a relationship. It had happened to me before, and I was terrified it would happen again. This time, waiting was a good but frustrating thing. Every time I saw him, I just wanted to be close to him. I wanted to snuggle into his side, burrowing my face in his neck. But innocence can only last for so long before the hunger sets in…

Everything about him became addictive; and I realized that I had never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him.

We would curl up together in my bed, our bodies pressed together as we watched tv. He would wrap his arms around me and kiss my neck as I lay on my side, causing me to blush. His hands were usually wandering, but I did not mind. As his hand moved up and down my side, pulling up my shirt little by little, my entire body would break out in goosebumps. I would shudder, turning my head around to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. At first, I was unsure about everything as his fingers went across my belly. I turned slightly at his touch as it went lower past my navel. He unbuckled by belt easily, and slowly slid his hand down the front of my pants. I tightened my legs together so he could not go any farther, slightly embarrassed. My panties were already damp just from him barely touching me, his presence alone had an extremely powerful effect. I looked into his eyes, my own betraying my fear and uncertainty. He reassured me with a kiss, pulling me closer to him so my half-turned ass was pressed tight against his crotch. I could feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants, and I relaxed my legs a little as I went from “damp” to “soaked”.