Churning Butter – Sex Addict On The Prowl

I Like It Rough

It’s never been a secret that I love rough sex.  I want to be chased around the bedroom, my ass smacked and my hair pulled.  When it comes to churning butter, sign me up! After many many mediocre partners, I learned to crave adventurous sex from my ex-husband, Frederick.  He had the ability to turn me inside out and leave me begging for more.  It was Frederick that made me understand what made your eyes roll back in your head.  So it’s no surprise that after our separation, I continue to seek men who have the desire and capability of churning butter the way Frederick did.

Endless Aching Need – Churning Butter

It wasn’t all about churning butter, though that alone could deeply haunt a woman.  It was his voice, his touch, the smile in his eyes.  The way we made each other laugh.  His willingness to try anything.  The way I felt in his presence, like he was the only calm place in the world.  No one else measured up, not even close.  But I kept trying.

On Friday night, I met Evan at a wine bar downtown.  Although I couldn’t picture him churning butter, he was handsome enough.  Charming and confident enough that just for a moment, I hoped that he would quiet the ache I still carry.  He said all the right things.  Leaning in close when he spoke.  Running his hands up my dress under the table.  I should be thrilled, I thought.  Maybe I am a little.  But only because I imagined Frederick doing these things.  That`s what made me feel hot and steamy.

The Squeeze Is Worth The Juice

Saturday night, I met Darren for a date.  Well-dressed, smooth talking and debonair, surely he knew a lot about churning butter.  Or so I hoped. After ordering another round, he began flashing a smile that suggested he wasn’t planning to go home alone.  Swirling my drink, I tried to focus on the moment.  The low lights, the soft music and the warmth of Darren’s interest in me.  But when he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, my breath caught and my vagina grew moist for all the wrong reasons.  Frederick used to do that. I knew within the hour, together we would be churning butter.

Another Tryst Churning Butter

We got a room.  Once inside, his lips touched mine.  Not really kissing, just touching.  I could feel every hot exhale.  Done pretending, our hands now exploring each other’s bodies as we undressed before making our way to the waiting bed. Completely soaked and very aroused,  I slid my hands up his shoulders,  pulling him closer.    His weight on top of me,  turning me on and lighting me up from the inside out.   His lips trailed down my stomach before finding my aching clit and sending shock waves of heat through my pelvis.   Pressing my pussy into him,  his tongue lapping my juices in hungry motions.

Greedy for deep penetration and feeling eager to begin churning butter, I mounted him.  Riding him aggressively in up and down motions, then spinning around into a reverse cowgirl position with his cock still inside me.  I felt his hands in my hair.  Then on my neck.  He began rocking his cock into me in quick circular motions.  Suddenly, I let out a gasping moan as I easily reached climax in this deeply penetrating position.  After busting a nut and dispersing a large hot load of cum inside me, Darren continued churning butter for several minutes before finally slipping out.

Breathless, we lay in silence before he finally fell asleep.  I slipped out into the cool night air, Frederick still on my mind.

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