Fucking And Filling – Exploring My Sexual Desires

Lady Luck Gets Lucky

One hot summer night I was in search of enjoying some fucking and filling. That’s when I met Rob at a card table in Las Vegas. That night was magic. All eyes were on me. All dressed up in a crimson gown that clung to my body like fire. I danced bolder, laughed louder and spoke with a confidence that left men breathless. Hence my beauty and charisma were undeniable, but it was my burning desire for fucking and filling that captivated Rob. We left the card table at 2:00 a.m., went to my room, and didn’t come out for the following three days.

A Whore Not A Housewife – Fucking and filling

The early days of our romance had been a whirlwind. I had a knack for turning mundane moments into spectacular events. A simple dinner turned into oral sex under the table. A weekend getaway would turn into an orgy. A trip to the grocery store would end up in a road head session. Exhilarated and delighted at the slightest notion of fucking and filling.

However, as our relationship deepened, Rob began to feel the strain. My Lifestyle was relentless. Every evening was a party, every interaction a performance. I flirted effortlessly with everyone – men and women. Sex was about fucking and filling. Shortly thereafter, Rob saw my charm as indiscriminate and unapologetic. My overt displays of affection with strangers and the constant need to dazzle other men left Rob feeling lonely and hollow. And in turn I was beginning to feel the need to outsource my desire for fucking and filling.

Our Farewell Fuck

My birthday party exposed the relationship for what it was. I laughed and socialized. Rob stayed by himself hardly speaking to anyone. Once home, I changed into my sexiest lingerie. Leaving just my skyscraper heels on, I got to work seducing Rob. Crawling on my hands and knees, I put myself between his legs as he sat on the edge of our bed. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I couldn’t wait for fucking and filling to begin.

Slowly my tongue traveled from his balls to the tip of his cock and back down the other side. He began to throb and grow hard as he laid back on the bed. I stood up and slipped out of my sexy lingerie, leaving my fuck me shoes on. I mounted him slowly and lowered my soaking wet pussy down on his long and stiff cock. His thrust met my rhythm as every care in the world escaped us in sexual bliss. He rolled over on top of me and began pounding my pussy hard.   His balls slapping into me as he banged me deep and aggressively.

Rob wasn’t there when I woke the next day. He sent a text message a few days later stating that he felt like our relationship had run its course. There was no reply was necessary because I felt exactly the same way.

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