Cum Addiction Confession: Swallowing Every Drop in Raw Ecstasy

Rain slicks the sidewalks. I slam the therapist’s oak door. Exhausted. Brain boils. Memories crash. Hot bath fails. Skin prickles. Heart races. Need surges. Five years with Stéphane. From timid girl to cum-hungry woman. Legs fine-tuned sexy. Short curly hair wild. Face alive with hunger. First boys? Duty fucks. No fire. But sucking? Hours licking, sucking, teasing. Their spurts? Gross spit-outs. Then him. Cinema kisses. Couch tumble. Hand in cotton panties. Eyes shut. I yield. Habits form. Move in. Comfort. Control.

Couch nights. Chicago Bulls tee. Head on knees. Cheek feels his hardening cock. Nudge. Friction. He drops boxers. Shaft throbs at lips. I swallow silent. TV drones. His fingers invade wet slit. Breath quickens. He pumps. I suckle like a nipple. ‘Coming!’ Hot flood. Choke. Spit in sink. But that salty tang lingers. Tease. Intrigue. Back to arms. Power rush. His ecstasy mine.

The Fever Ignites

Weeks blur. Repeat. Curiosity wins. Swallow. Not bad. Royal jelly strange. Complex. Addictive hint. Pride swells. No more spit. Daily pipes. Cinema ends? Suck first. Taste shifts. Vanilla meals. Fruits. No cabbage stink. Finger my bald pussy. Delight in doses. Mornings sneak. Under sheets. Tongue laps glans. Gobble. Vacuum suck. He groans asleep. Flood. Bliss. Pretend sleep. Day glows. Colleagues kiss? Mouth fresh with his cream.

He weakens. Dodges dawn drains. ‘Milking’ jokes. Evenings PC escape. Rage boils. Skin feverish. Heart pounds. Must seduce. Offer ass. Forbidden zone. Couch suck. Basin tilt. Guide thumb to pucker. Push. In. Inch. Cock swells huge. Frenzy suck. He erupts primal.

Part two fever peaks. Tailleur grise. Squat bare-assed. Sweep crumbs. Legs splayed. No panties. ‘Fuck my ass.’ Pull zipper. He flips. Four paws. Skirt up. Tongue spears ring. Deep. Wild. Cock presses. Slow breach. Inch by ache. ‘Hurt?’ No. Thrusts build. Focus on pulse. Climax nears. Pull off. Spin. Gulp. Musky scent. Wank furious. Face target. Gush endless. Gulp thirst. Victory. Ass-whore born.

Blaze of Forbidden Cravings

Now thrice daily. Four. He tires. Corvée. Flees. I dress slut-chic. Costumes: nurse, teacher. Tricks for nectar. Mouth dreams glued to shaft. Pussy ass caressed. Impossible. Friends silent. Sis clueless. Web sluts guzzle dozens. Tempt. Fear love it more.

He vacations sans moi. Train tomorrow. Corner him. Toilet last milk. Week hell. Bastien number burns. Ex unsucked. Psy clueless. Addiction claws.

Blaze consumes. Train loo cramped. Door locks. Kneel tiles. Zipper rips. Cock springs. Urgent. Saliva floods. Throat impale. Gags wet. Fingers claw cheeks. Balls slap. Heart hammers. Sweat beads. He grips hair. Skull-fuck savage. Veins throb tongue. Grunts echo. ‘Swallow all.’ Pulse explodes. Thick ropes lash. Gulp gulp. Overflow dribbles chin. Lick clean. Eyes lock. Possess. Mine.

Ashes smolder. Skin flames linger. Thighs quiver. Throat raw coated. Heart slows. Unique high. Guilt flickers. More needed. Bastien? Psy probe? Stéphane returns. Cure? Doubt. Crave eternal. Nectar calls. Dangerous pull. Total. Devouring.