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It's been too long... I hadn't indulged in a single, simple orgasm in several days... until just this afternoon when I pulled out the camera to share... well, the sheer necessity of the moment. I can't remember how long it's been. Not previous to my two self-produced orgasms this afternoon and definitely since I've actually been fucked.
It was never a big deal before. I've always loved sex, enjoyed a great sex life, selected or dumped lovers based on their own sex drive and sense of intimate adventure and fun. Yet, I didn't need it every day. Flirting alone can satiate me. I love the tease, the foreplay, the hint of what's to come, even just the idea of what I can have if I just so choose to ask for it or simply take it. The actual amount or frequency of all-out intercourse occurring in my life waxes and wanes, even with my current live-in lover. And that's perfectly okay with me.
Until now.
I blame my current condition and enhanced sexual appetite on Masturbation Month itself. That means Curvaceous Dee is definitely an individual culprit as she extended the invitation for me to join her in daily masturbation to celebrate the month of self-love. And... I most certainly have to also lay the blame on my added sexual direction... on fucking on film.
Creating the occasional homemade sex tape or erotic video clip means frequently turning on the video camera (come to think of it... I've never actually filmed anything non-sexual on it...), selecting lingerie or casual and revealing clothes to suit my mood and the way that I've been looking forward to fucking, showering and readying myself with and through the intention of sex itself, and having my way with myself or lover while the video tape is rolling. And all fairly often. It means that I'm getting more these days... on and off camera, for work and for play. Sex is like a new habit. And when I'm not keeping up the pace and something's prevented the usually frequent sexual play, I miss it.
Longing for That Irreplaceable Cock
I feel it in my bones. The desire's tensing up various muscle groups all over my body. My thighs are more sensitive. My pussy throbs with its unmet need. My skin is electrified, and my very words, expressions, movements, and actions reflect what's on my mind: I want sex.
Until my orgasms on camera this afternoon, I hadn't had any in at least four days or so. How could that happen? I've always - oddly - been more inclined to touch myself when someone else is also frequently touching me. And there hasn't been any sex going on here the past week. It's not my fault this time; it's his. Let's just say that my live-in lover had so much fun with himself for a long, long session (that I certainly enjoyed watching!) that his cock was left battered and bruised. He's a man of extremes... he goes all out. And he doesn't show his sex toys any mercy any more than he does my delicate little pussy.
With his penis out of commission... well, I've wanted it all the more. And I just don't like not getting any. I feel like a fussy little baby, a bad-tempered and impatient child. I need to be fed... fed my regular diet of splooge.
I'm here to confirm that what "they" say is very true. Well, they say it about smiling, that if you smile more, you'll naturally start to feel happier in reality. Very true. And it applies to sex as well. If your libido is waning and your sexual desire isn't what it used to be, just do more fucking. Next thing you know, it'll be an inherent need of yours and a regular and very real desire.
I just need a cure for my withdrawal symptoms. I think I'll be attacking that mending cock tomorrow...
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Tara's Trysts 
