Debauched Obsession - Sex Stories

Debauched Obsession

... I craved it; I craved those reactions from my lover. Those little gasps and moans, the jump in that muscle on my partner's upper inner thigh when something I did really excited them... yeah, that I loved. I still love that little ripple I can feel under their skin. When I’m with a man, and their cock twitches because of me, it makes me want them more.

I need to watch them, feel it, taste it. My kinks grew up with me, spiralling, twisting and forming, all around my cum fixation. I figured out fairly quickly that it’s all in the tease. The more you tease them, the bigger the reward. And I like my big rewards. My cum love. I have friends now who refer to it as ‘finishing’. That irks me, don’t they enjoy the clean-up? Don’t they want to share a dirty cummy kiss, those sticky strings keeping them connected as they passionately embrace the afterglow together?

I love a cummy kiss. Swapping cum between lovers is so intimate and naughty, I’m always ready to lose it again when we do it. The very fact that I know you’ve just sucked our mess out of my well fucked cunt and then forced it into my mouth for us to share the taste... that makes me tremble. I love how it feels like it brings us closer – like the whole debauched act is sealed with that dirty, wet, sticky, kiss. A delicious cocktail being passed between our mouths, coating our taste buds. It’s seared into my memories.

It occurs to me that it’s been a while since I spoke to Josh. Josh is my ‘person’. We have always ...

... found our way back to each other, and over the years we’ve experimented together. Some experiments were riskier than others. Anyway, Josh shared my devotion to exploring the many things that can be done with cum. He’s very dominant, which I love. During a time when the Fitbit was just becoming a thing, we were having one of our most public affairs. He would message me when I was participating in group work at uni, telling me to meet him somewhere. One of his favourite places was the top floor of the library where the books for our Medicine in Society classes were. I met him there after this particularly gruelling group meeting about something related to religion in politics. He was casually leaning against one of the massive bookcases dedicated to sociology, reading about the origins of the vibrator – no joke.

Josh pretended not to see me – part of his game. I got a whiff of his aftershave. I recognised it right away – Boss. As if the forty-five-minute build-up hadn’t been enough, during which he sent me filthy messages and a picture of the stacks he would be waiting for me in, he’d worn a scent he knew could bring me to my knees. I ran my finger along the tired spines of the books shelved there, until I stood so close to him my breath would be tickling his neck. The corner of his mouth tilted up, a smirk. “You took your sweet time.”

I tickled his palm with my fingers, watching as the goosebumps appeared up his arm. I loved that I could have this effect on him. “I had a ...