Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Vagina Wars pt 2.

Disclaimer. Blah blah blah you should know it by now. If not.. Go back and read the rest!

Sgt. S. where we’re we?

Magical mouth!

This man knew what he was doing. And god help me, I didn’t want his ass to stop. Ever. The flicks of his tongue on my nipple. Pinching hard on the other. My pussy just drooling from the excitement.

And then he’s gone… Empty space. Don’t stop jack ass. I was almost there. Fucker!

He walks me over to a weight bench and shoves me forward. Hands running down my side and over my ass. Spreading it, he runs his still hard cock over my pussy. I love this position by the way. It’s the greatest position ever though of! Damn I just can’t get enough. He slowly slides into me. And back out. No no no no. Get back in there soldier! Terrorists are in my vagina and you need to use your damn cock to kill them all. Hard and fast!

I can’t hold still. At this point all I can think about is coming. His grip on my hips get harder. His nails digging into me. And he slowly slides back in. My body takes control. Has a mind of its own. I push back into him hard. And he starts to move faster. A whole slew of fucks and yes and oh gods come flying out of my mouth as he picks up pace. I move a leg up on to the bench and oh dear sweet mother of baby Jesus he hits that spot. Over and over. Pounding at it. A hand is on my clit, rubbing and twirling and pinching? Did he just pinch my clit? Seriously? But jeabus cristo it worked. Sent me cumming so hard and fast, my whole body is shaking. Wave after wave after wave of pure pleasure.

And he’s still going. Harder now. Each thrust making him smack against my ass and thighs. I can barely hold myself up. My legs are so shakey, my head resting on my arms. My cries and moans getting louder and louder. He grabs my arms and pulls them back behind me. It hurts but damn it. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life. And he cries out. Fucking me like a god damn rabbit. Busting hard inside me. Sending me once more over that edge. Sweating. Panting. Sooooo not able to fucking move.

Best fucking sex of my god damn life. More of Sgt. S. to come in the near future!

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Vagina Wars

Disclaimer: blah blah you know the drill. Shits been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Names. Dates. That’s about it.

Step into the light that is Sgt. S. A god like the rest but… He’s become my recent… Obsession. Now to give you a little background… I’m a military brat. Grew up with the uniform. So when I meet new potentials… And they turn out to be military, “you need drink? Oh hold on while I get undressed” they are my panty droppers. My kryptonite. (sorry for spelling. No time for spell check in this bitch).

Now let me clarify something. I am not a tag chaser. I am not a barracks bunny. My respect and loyalty and honor for the military men and women goes straight to my soul. So why not give back to them. I don’t have much to offer. But I do have one thing all men think about. Tits. An ass. And very workable mouth and vagina. Oh and don’t give me that shit of oh I’m a whore. Blah fucking blah. If I wasn’t a sex addict, you be fucking reading about bunnies or some shit.

Now. Sgt. S. is… 34. All of 5’8. But built like John Cena. Got the mental picture? Good. Add the high and tight (hair cut), the ACUs (uniform, cami style) and the military jargon… He’s a walking orgasm. In my book at least. Now… I’ve been sleeping with him for almost a year. I’ve come to care a hell of a lot about this guy. There will be multiple posts about him. He’s my favorite… Well.. Tied with Murph actually but still.

We met through a mutual friend on a hook up site. Old school me, we chat on yahoo messenger. We go through the basics. Duh! I learned my lesson with that Craigslist bullshit. I’ve seen pics but pretty much at that point forgot what he looked like. I’ll be the first to admit, not all military personnel are sexy or even remotely cute for that matter. So I get a little worried. It takes for ever to get a new pic from him..and then it comes through. Nothing on but his desert hat covering his junk. Yep. Excuse me while I go masturbate to this pic!!!! Ok now I’m really interested. But timing always seemed to be in the way of a first actual meeting.

But wait, what is this? We both have a free night. Hells bells yay! But where to meet? I’m married. Husband is home at night. Fuck my life. Ooh let’s meet in public. And decide from there. I just wanted to be in his presence. Make sure he lived up to the pic. The thought crossed my mind that the pic was photoshopped.

Time: 10pm.
Place: Target parking lot across from his base.
Suitable attire?… Um.. Wear your fucking camis hello! Duh.
You see. I’m a smoker. Classic whore image. Hahaha. So on my drive, I pretty much kill half a pack just out of nerves. Annnnnnd I’m early. Great. Looking for a black truck. … I’m fucking surrounded by black trucks and it’s dark out. Fucking serious? Ok ok. Chill. I give my self a mini pep talk. I gots dis! Adjust the girls. Finger comb hair. Shit. Check mirror for anything in teeth!!! Even though I brushed a good five times before leaving the house. Quick discreet deodorant check. I’m good. Smokin hot in fact. Silent win for Vik.

He pulls up and parks beside my car. His windows are tinted so.. Getting a good first look isn’t possible. Great. Now I don’t know if I need to use my emergency get out excuse. When he steps out and walks around the truck.. My jaw hits the ground. Apparently he is good at taking orders. Out comes this sex symbol of a man decked to the nines in his ACUs, boots, hat, and a cocky little smile on his lips. And… My brain immediately shuts off. Fucker just went straight up dead. Mental note. Pinch self to ensure not a dream. Nope. Not a dream.

Introductions are made. When I get nervous, I tend to have severe diarrhea of the mouth. So just about everything comes out of my mouth. Whole life history. Oh god it won’t stop! He doesn’t need to know this shit. It’s sex. Not a damn date. I’m obviously not paying attention at this point and next thing I know he kisses me. Tells me to relax. And let’s start with hi.

Open mouth and nothing comes out. Bitch you were working not but 3 seconds ago. Not you ain’t got shit ta say.

“I’m definitely interested, are you?”

Oh dear mother of baby Jesus yes I am. Do I need to pull my pants down now? Here let me just bend over for you. Drool drool drool drool drool drool. All from my vagina. We hop into his truck. Where we are going… Hell if I know. He takes me to the base across the street. Why. I’m not a barracks bunny. Y’all bitches share rooms. Damn it. He instructs me to be quiet. Sir yes Sir, haha that always pisses them off.

We get through the gate, no problem. Although I wasn’t comfortable handing over my ID. We pull up in front of a building and he gets out to open my door. I’m curious but I haven’t been allowed to talk yet. Bastard. He goes all fake stealth mode. How cute is he! We get inside and he’s telling me to stay close. Um. My fucking pleasure. Round a few corners. And enter into what looks like a gym. Work out equipment. Mats. Public restrooms. I can dig it. So we’re getting a work out…. Well… Bruised self esteem for a min. He takes me by the hand and slowly caresses me. Running his hands through my hair, down my arms, over my ass. Goose bumps! Kissing. Oh Lawd the kissing. More. Please! Pretty please! I need to see the rest of him. ACUs are a bitch to get off. Buttons, Velcro, straps, and zippers…. Oh my. He is perfection. A small tattoo. A few scars. But rugged, chiseled, toned, and ahhhhh.

I work my way lower. Kissing his neck, down to his chest. Little tongue flicks across his nipples. Just as he pinches mine. A surge comes from my pussy. Dear god that felt good. DO IT AGAIN! And his abs. Taste as good as they look. When I get to his cock… My mouth is watering. My pussy is drenched. And when I look up at him as I slide his cock between my lips, he briefly closes his eyes to savor the moment. But quickly opens them back up. The intensity as he watches me suck him only turns me on more. My free hand goes to my clit. I need release like yesterday! Both of his hands go to my hair. Tugging gently. And he shoves himself to the back on my throat. Pumping harder and faster with each stroke. I can’t help but to gag. But I don’t want him to stop. One. Final. Thrust. He’s shooting his load down the back of my throat. He tastes so sweet. I finish him off and stand up. He pulls me loose from my shirt and bra. And instantly his mouth is on my nipple. Biting, sucking, licking, it’s fucking magic. Don’t stop. This fucker is about to make me cum just by sucking my damn titty.

Lol to be continued loveys….

Confessions of an Open Sex Addict: Smurf the Murph.

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.
Sexual content. Please be advised.

And I’m back. After a much needed smoke, and quick cold shower, let’s continue to play with firefighters. I told you, one is never enough. 😉

Oh where to begin with Murph. He’s 6’1 to my 5’4. No smurf at all. Nice broad chest. Chiseled to be exact. Abs you’d kill to lick chocolate off of. God like face. Fabio ain’t got shit on this fine specimen of a man. And I got to enjoy him. Every inch. But the biggest turn on about Murph.. He was an ass! Cocky little shit… And knew he looked good. And. And. He’s a firefighter! Readers, I can’t make this shit up. Trust me. There is no sugar coating… Although I’d kill for another round with him… So. Let’s take it back.

One boring afternoon, I just got off work, it’s hotter than a mother fucker outside. And just what does a bored sex addict do on a hot summer afternoon? Why go looking for sex of course. My usually buddies aren’t available. Well shit. That’s not good. I have an itch that needs to be scratched. Like… 30 mins ago. Ooh. Let’s just go be reckless. Craigslist here I come. Personals. Woman seeking man. Title… “let me tickle your pickle, while you munch on my taco”… Catchy enough. Of course, I’m careful. Or so I thought. No face pics but a good body pic will do just fine. And ….. Post!

30 mins pass by. I go and check my email. Dear mother of baby Jesus. 258 replies. I gotta be fair. I start combing through each one. If they didn’t have a pic, well insto deleto. I wanted a hot fuck, not take a pig to slaughter. I’m harsh, and shallow, get over it.

Well.. Now I’m down to 134. Still a lot. Gotcha. Ok. Let’s cut out guys with dick pics only. Those annoy the living fuck out of me. Seriously. Although a sex addict, I have standards. Please!.

Annnnnnd we’re down to a whopping 36 emails. Oh now this should be fun. I can have multiple new fuck buddies. But what’s this? I missed one with no pic. Damn… Huh.. Subject “You’re being a naughty girl Vik”. This fucker knows my name. Name was not posted in ad. Yep. I’m extremely paranoid and immediately bring down the ad. I open the email, and what I read inside… Scared the living shit out of me. No joke.

“Little miss Vik is out to play. She must have not gotten enough at the parties. Which, btw. Very nice performance, from what I hear. Milton and Blaque really enjoyed you.”

A serious dafuq is going through my head. Ok a few things are a known fact here.

A. This person HAS to be a firefighter. And if not, Vegas fucking has a leak.
B. this person knows me personally. Well shit. That’s never a good thing. Especially for the secret lifestyle I have.

My reply is quick and short. Of course it has attitude also. WHO DAFUQ ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW ME AND THOSE PARTIES!!!! Side note. More than one party, a hell of a lot like the first one. Yay fun!

Not two minutes go by and I get a reply.

“You should watch your tongue when speaking to someone who knows your secrets. And furthermore, your tattoo is still gorgeous. SM ”

…tattoo? Fuck my life. I hadn’t even thought of that. But it still leaves out who the fuck this is. I showed everyone that tat when I got it. And of course my vagina wakes the hell up. Oh hey. Someone is looking at your tits and being an ass and god damn it this is turning me on. Oh but he signed SM… Murph! Oh god.. The one person I never even imagined… Now my vagina is begging. Great. Shut the hell up, you gotta let the brain function please.

Needless to say, Murph… Mmmm yes indeedy. He wants to meet up. … Um…. Shit. Yay. Mental happy dance. He leaves me instructions. Ooh dominate type. Be naked. Door unlocked. Lay on the bed and play with his pussy until he gets here.

When he walks in, I’m doing exactly as instructed. How could I not. Just talking to him got me so worked up. I was practically drooling with my pussy. Not a word was spoken. He immediately goes to his knees. And his mouth goes to work. And let me tell you… He has a mouth of pure sin! Licking and sucking on my clit. Faster and faster. I’m thrashing around. It feels so amazingly blissful. My god I’m so close to coming. The pressure. The building. I can see the edge and I’m at a full run for it.

And he stops. I have the physical urge to kill him! Next thing I know, I’m being lifted off the bed by my hair. Oh Lawd yes! And no time to properly inspect him, his cock is being shoved into my mouth. Again with the huge ass dicks. Really? Mm but it tastes so good. Clean. Shaved. My head bobbing up and down. His head back in pleasure. One word. “Enough”. I’m jerked back and thrown over the bed on my stomach. The sheer force and excitement has me close to coming once again. And he enters me. We both cry out. He’s so big and I’m so tight. He has to catch his breath. He takes his sweet ass time. Slowly drawing out and shoving hard and fast back in. My brain and pussy are begging for release. But does this cocky jack ass listen to my pleas? No! This is his show. I’m his good little slut to do with as he pleases.

Slut? Was I really just called a slut? And why dafuq am I turned on by yet another derogatory name. Fuck it. Rather.. Me. I like this shit!

“Are you ready my sweet little slut? I’m going to make you mine!”

To be continued…..