Introduction.
Welcome to my blog. I’m Vik. Female. 24. Married. I am a sex addict.
So a little about me: I’m awesome. But not overly cocky about it. I have been married for 4 1/2 years. Seems a lot longer. Got married young. I do love my husband… But let’s face it, he’s the woman of this relationship. Sex maybe once a week. Hell half the time not even that. I’ve constantly asked myself if he’s got a little ED going on. Something mental. Hell even blamed my self for a while. I got over that quickly. But.. I’m not here to complain. Or to talk a whole lot about my husband. He’s later in the story.
DISCLAIMER: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Some are just first names, others are nick names. But unless you know me personally.. Which I highly doubt, good luck tracking these men and women down.
When you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned. I learned this first hand. Starting in Tornado Ohio. My younger sister joined the local Junior Firfighters in Training League. Being the hormonally crazed 16 year old, of course I’m going to tag along. Hot firefighters. What female body doesn’t want to be around that. And oh Lawd was it a treat. Porno for the eyes. Yes please and thank you. Wednesdays officially became my favorite night of the week.
Honestly it was pretty exciting for me. I wasn’t interested in learning about becoming a fire fighter. But I went. Religiously. These group of guys.. Some of the greatest men I know. To this day. And there was never a dull moment. Now to give you a little insight, I was very socially awkward. I didn’t give a rats ass how I looked. I pretty much read books or had my nose to a piece of paper drawing little cartoons of them. And I was shy beyond recognition. If they talked to me, it was automatic that my face would burn bright red. And words.. Words were nonexistent. I’m sure some of them though me to be … Slow.
I had come to be very close to some. A few helping to repair our house. Little get togethers. Social dinners. I had come to consider them my men. My own little special group of guys that I cared for. Then I turned 18. I really broke out of my shell then. Actually… The damn shell exploded. I had tits. An ass. And a very workable vagina. And just what does most 18 year old females want to do for their birthday? Why go clubbing of course. And I did. Oh Lawd did I ever. And I knew how to dance. Very well. At the time I was very attracted to the bump and grind kind of dancing. You know. Sex with your clothes on.
The night of my birthday, I invite everyone. To include my Men. A few had duty so couldn’t make it. Understandable. And this is where I noticed a few sexually. Fuck it. I was a downright sex deprived LEGAL woman now. I wanted for real what I had been masturbating to for months. Creepy? Eh. Get over it.
Insert Blaque. Finest black men. Amazing dancer. And he could actually keep up. He met me at every twist, turn, and sway of my body. I was high on sexual frustration. Pulling him closer. Making sure my ass fit snugly against his dick. Grinding against it in just the right way. God he was huge! There was no mistaking my intentions. And he was a quick study. Light squeezing of my hips. Running his hand up under my top, down my hips on the inside of my jeans. Little nibbles on the back of my neck. Ah. But I have to tease him. Make him as crazy as I feel. I pull away. He steps closer. I face him and plaster my body against his, dipping low to where my face is level with his crotch. I slowly rise running my hands up the front of him. His groan is pure sin. And by the end of the night, we’re both panting. He’s walking more stiffly. A satisfied grin is glued to my lips.
We didn’t have sex that night. Sure as shit felt like it. Afterwards, I’ll admit, things felt awkward. He avoided me. Dafuq! Eh fine. What ever. I know how to take a hint. Crash and burn Vik. Crash. And. Burn.
I still went to the meetings. We’d still joke around. Have a great time. Then one beautiful fall evening I get invited to a fire fighters only house party. Such an honor. Especially with it being at Natalie and Adams place. They always seemed.. Stand offish to us non-fire fighter folks. Yep. Ima go just to see what’s under their hood.
When I arrive, already, mostly everyone there. A few weren’t coming. Blaque was there. Milton, the Beaner twins, bub Jimmy. A few girlfriends of my men. Bitches. And a few stragglers I had never met.
Immediately I am greeted by Adam and Milton. There are rules to be followed.
1. No cameras. If one is seen, you will be booted faster than a back draft.
2. What happens here stays here. Yes this is Vegas. And we are the mob. Yes that’s a threat.
3. If you aren’t drinking, that’s a foul. You drink anyways.
4. If you puke. Do so in a toilet or bucket. We will make you clean it up. We aren’t babysitters.
5. No leaving the house. In any shape or form. Hand over any and all keys to the ONLY sober person here, Dogg, and he will put them somewhere safe.
6. Have fun.
Simple enough. First drink handed to me. Absolute cranberry. … Wait. There’s vodka in this. I’m 18. I’m getting a little paranoid. Natalie reminds me of the rules. Fuck it. Take a giant gulp. Holy fuck my life!! Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ok ok I’m good. Not bad for my first ever drink. Night goes on. Everyone is laughing, drinking, having a grand ole time. I’m drunk. People start kissing. Interesting. Some disappear in to the back room. Wait a minute. Where is everyone going. What is going on. Blaque leads me back to show me. Sex. Everyone is having sex with everyone. A few are sitting back, watching, beating off or touching themselves. Again, I’m drunk. I lean back into Blaque. Damn he feels good. We continue our dance. But at a slower pace. Rubbing and touching, panting, light kisses. Lawdy I’m on fire. To many clothes on. I lose my shirt. Where the fuck it went… Hell if I know. And my bra magically vanished. I still, to this day, have no idea what happened to it. So there I am, completely topless, in a room full of people having glorious sex, wait… There are four hands on me. Oh but it feels delightful, I don’t care. I’m turned around, and finally I get to taste Blaques lips. He tastes like jack. Mmmmm more. I need to taste more. I drop to my knees. What the hell. I slowly unzip his pant. Hands go to my hair. Whispers of encouragement. Finally he’s let free.. Oh god damn. Hes huge. And thick… No fucking way this monster will fit in my mouth. But I try. Of course I try. Why not. He’s smooth. Silky smooth. My fingertips barely touch when I wrap my hand around him. A taste, just a taste. My lips go around the head. I suckle gently. Don’t forget to breathe Vik. I push him deeper. His heavy breathing is a good sign.
To be continued….
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