Diary Of A Sex Fiend by Abby Lee

Author:Abby Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skyhorse Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2011-01-23T16:00:00+00:00

Monday 18th July

When I woke up this morning I was wet.

Not that this was anything unusual for me, since I always wake up horny, but this situation was different. Firstly, because it was only 5 a.m., and not a great time to be wide awake with the raging horn, and secondly because, not even three hours ago, I had been given three intense orgasms by Blog Boy, who was still lying next to me in my bed.

I looked over at him in the dawn half-light. He seemed to be sleeping, his gentle breathing rhythmically lifting his diaphragm up and down. I watched him for a moment and pondered my options.

I considered going back to sleep. I was, after all, very tired; that earlier session had drained me a little.

But I was still horny.

I couldn’t understand it: it wasn’t as if the sex we had hadn’t pleasured me – it had – the powerful orgasms he had given me had more than satisfied me. I was deliciously content.

But I was still horny.

I lay there and felt annoyed with myself. Why can’t I just be a normal woman? Why does my body have to plague me with this perpetual randiness? Why am I such a sex fiend?

I watched his sleeping face for a moment, and got a flashback to his expression when he was in the throes of passion last night. I closed my eyes and remembered the joy of it, trying to relax my brain using that image, that beautiful post-coital moment of bliss.

But I was still horny.

I knew that sleep would evade me until I had let off a bit of steam, so I decided to have a quick fiddle.

I slid my hand between my legs and stroked. Jesus, I was wet. I couldn’t recall the last time I was that wet; even my thighs were slick with my juices. I rubbed myself as I thought about all the sexy things we had just done, and I watched his face as I pressed my hand against myself, wondering what he might think if he knew I was playing with myself and thinking about him.

Suddenly he jumped out of bed. He was awake.

Startled, I turned and saw him standing by the end of my bed. For a moment, I thought he was putting on his clothes and was leaving.

My heart sank. Not because it was the first time in my life that a man had left in the morning, but because I was shocked and hurt that despite our friendship and despite how much I like him, he would scarper so early. Didn’t he like the sex? Was I too demanding? Or was it because he knew I had been playing with myself, and was put off by my high sex drive?

It was because he had cramp. He rubbed his leg furiously then jumped straight back into bed and laid his arm across me. Clearly I am a neurotic twat.

We lay there for a moment and snuggled. I debated trying to get back to sleep.

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