Does Your Vagina Ever Grab Hold of You Life and Really Fuck Around?

You know, like every so often you’re just overcome with the insatiable need to, well, come.

Sometimes it can last up to a week or so.  What I’m trying to say, I guess, is that I’m just getting over one of those weeks.  It really knocked me out.  I don’t know about Hot Stuff, but I definitely don’t need the gym for a few days.  Really.  Everything hurts.  He was an animal in my favorite kind of way.  

It kinda came over me like a wave of warm water that just kept building.  I thought the first couple of orgasms would take care of it but no such luck!  It just kept building and building.  The more I fucked, the more I needed to fuck.  The more I came the more I needed to come.  By mid-week my horniness had built to tsunami strength and my vagina was calling all the shots.  Like a rabid dog completely dangerous and hungry.

I was completely derailed.  So much for getting in any reading or streaming, there was only creaming.  Even on my own.  Before work, after work, late for work, left work early for a ‘self-care’ afternoon with my vagina – in the bath, out of the bath, bathrobe on, bathrobe on the floor, I’m on the floor next to the bathrobe.   That’s where I was when Hot Stuff got home from work and the gym.  He got in another cardio session with me before I passed out on the carpet at the foot of the bed.  He tried to get me on the bed but I couldn’t move, nor did I want to.  He lay next to me on the floor for a couple of hours until I was ready for another sweaty session.   

I’m finally getting back to normal.  Re-integrating into a world beyond my vagina where there are things just as important, or dare I say more important, than pleasure.  Ha!  Who am I kidding…is anything more important than orgasms?