all day sex-sex-more sex, never ending sex....
 

Do you ever think about sex all day long? Any kind of sex as long as it's hot and involves lots of cum from both parties.

That's the only thing on my mind today..... Making Italian sausage tonight for supper.... ohhhhh, the thoughts that made me weak in the knees.....

And as a friend told me once "rub one out" hasn't helped at all..... just makes my panties wetter...... what do you do on a day such as this?

1) If a play partner is available and interested, we hook up!
2) If No.1 isn't possible, then I snap on some porn and just keep masterbating until I am worn out. 3 times usually is the wall. :rofl:

We've thought about it and even tried a couple of times ... once at a fantasy motel. Lasted for a good chunk of the day but we broke for meals and even a trip to a local shopping center. :shrug:

It was fun, though!

yup yup yup, sounds good.

I use my

PF... what a problem solver you are! Great idea. And you always have it with you. No need to wait. Always ready. mmmmmm

Good thinking. TY

The real question here is, why do you want to think about anything else? ;)

Thinking about it isn't the problem. Physical endurance is. :D Not as young as I used to be. ;)

Well there's always the 'stuff' to do that I need to not just think about but actually DO. And for some reason my family seems to think they need supper every night. Geezzzz.... that's annoying.

Hi TB I figure this is not a concern since it hasn't been added to in a while. But I'm sure there are still plenty of us Pixies here that would be more than willing to help with that thought. I know that fulfilling a beautiful lady would made me happy.

I like to make people happy..... i'll give it some thought. ty for the offer.

You know, of course, you brighten every day when you're here posting. :thumbs:

I have to agree with DB, it is always sunny when you post. :cabbagep:

You're both such sweet talkers. I beat you could sell frozen lemonaide to an eskimo.

*hugs* to ya both.

Being the person I am, this is a pretty normal state of affairs (pun most FULLY intended) for me.

I find that my hand or toys can be, on some days, woefully inadequate.
(we buy batteries from the giant A by the case, in all seriousness.)


In the past my drive was often linked to my cycle, despite the DP injections, and to put it simply, there was a week or so every month when I could and would be pretty wild. Some of the most intense stories I posted here took place during those weeks.

Since my recent extended illness I have experienced a HUGE, constant increase in my sex drive/libido.

My beloveds have opined that my current state is a survival response.

I can't say, myself. What I know is that I am in a constant state of sexual anxiety and turmoil. I find myself constantly daydreaming, performing subtle self stimulation, touching myself through and sometimes under my clothes during meetings, phone calls, and fantasizing about other people, mostly strangers, to the point of having to wear cotton undies (still thongs though) and placing a towel beneath me in my office chair.

I am not, and cannot be, the woman I was 10 years ago. I can't randomly hook up with casual acquaintances or strangers anymore.
Long gone are the days of giving the pizza delivery boy a quick blowjob, though the occasional "accidental" flash has been known to happen.

I am in a very stable marriage, a triad, that requires discretion on my part. And yes, I am the s in a D/s triad. (OK, if you want to be picky, I guess it's a D/D/s)

So I tease myself, bring myself to the edge over and over, time and again, stopping just short of orgasm. During a meeting I might slip my hand beneath my top to play with my nipple. Sometimes even between my legs.
What passes for propriety requires subtlety.

We practice orgasm denial on occasion, and I have learned how incredibly explosive these orgasms can be when they finally occur.

I will do this to myself, bringing myself to edge, keeping myself there while the FEDEX guy gets his signature, my hands trembling, biting my lip while admittedly staring with some longing at those buns as he leaves, then I reach down and bring myself to release.
One of these days he's going to hear me, or worse (better?) turn around and come back in as I cry and moan and pant my way to release with my head on my desk.

Best of all is when one or both of my Spouses hang the closed sign out and take me to our loft and to bed and we spend hours and hours in that bed.

:3way:

I am the oldest, and it is with no small amount of happiness that I am able to leave them both sated and exhausted in our bed.

What was the question?

WW