This Is?? Crazy!

Hyper-horny? War-drive horny? I mean, is that even a thing? I have sex, and it’s glorious. Just like eating a Chinese meal, five minutes later, I’m horny again. Every sight, sound and smell of sex flips my switch! I’ve tried going panty-less and all that does is remind me that I’m panty-less and I get wetter than ever….still…I suppose it saves on the laundry. I’m almost reduced to the horror of panty-liners….something I studiously refused to wear during my adolescent years and I’m damned if I’m starting now. 

So, masturbation, then? Yes, well, you’d think so, but there’s only so much rubbing a clit can take. Mine, and I swear this is no exaggeration, is swollen from overuse! Not that I need direct clitoral contact to cum at the moment. 

Take yesterday afternoon. A glorious warm spring afternoon and I went for a walk into, through and around my meadow. The beehives sit at the back and it’s always good to know each hive has survived the winter. I adore this wild, unkempt area of my land. Self-seeding flowers, plus a little extra strewn around by myself, and the meadow changes in colour and nature with every growing season. So, I was happily wandering around, feeling the grass against my ankles and looking for emergent flower stems (poppies, apparently, this year, so I’m told) when all of a sudden I needed a pee. No…not needed…..was suddenly desperate for….actually make that….oops, too late! 

Urgency has been a thing this past week. Now, as you well know, I like a spot of panty peeing, but doing it deliberately with sexual intent is different from, well, peeing oneself. This was the latter. I felt a twinge, then a rush and suddenly I was standing there, awkwardly peeing my panties. It ran in two streams, one directly onto the ground, the other down my leg and into my right trainer. Pee dealt with, suddenly, as fast as a Japanese bullet train, this….this…..wall of sexual arousal hit me between the legs and before I could even straighten up, I orgasmed into my already soaked underwear. No touching, nothing…just a few well-chosen images from Miss Brain. 

And then later that evening, in bed with Emily. Perhaps you’d be surprised to know that we don’t have at it every night. Some nights we just cuddle one another off to sleep. We were both naked, as usual, but one other sense of mine which has grown even sharper is my sense of smell. Already highly sensitive, it’s on another planet now! I could smell every single scent she had from her shampoo and shower gel, to the light, fresh sweat under her arms and between her legs, and her sex, of course. All these scents were separate, distinguishable and utterly mesmerizing. My right hand took on a life of its own as I stroked down her chest, between her boobs (or ‘tits’ as she calls them) over her deliciously flat belly to her hairless mound and then my middle finger began tracing its way between her labia. 

She was asleep, or somewhere between stirring consciousness and deep REM sleep. Even so, her legs opened slightly which in turn made her labia part and I could feel….everything. Her clitoral hood, the tip of her clit peeping cheekily out, her urethra, and then her vagina, her hole, already dripping with honey. But, and here’s the thing, touching her felt like touching me. As I gently massaged her clit it really felt like I was massaging my own. 

A sleepy voice next to me murdered “Mmmm……finger me baby”. I slipped two fingers inside her and again, felt like they were up me. This was no violent fingering to orgasm… just a gentle but deep stimulation, until I felt Emily cum on my fingers. And yes….I came too. Weird. 

The other day, I fought an almost irresistible urge to actually rape Dani! (Not that it would have been rape as such), but I wanted to rip her dress open, tear her pantyhose pull her panties aside and just jam three finger in her. I could, in my minds eye, see the pantyhose ripping, revealing her white skin beneath. I could see and smell her wetness, and I could almost taste how she would taste. Sometimes, Dani doesn’t bother with panties. She may just wear pantyhose. Since nylon has no absorbent properties whatsoever, I can smell her on days she does this, and believe me, it’s intoxicating. I suspect on,y someone with my sense of smell would be able to detect it, but it’s amazing. As I stood there, watching her work, I really could see myself, maybe wearing “Mike”, our trusty strap-on, pushing her forward over the counter top, flipping her dress up, ripping my way past her pantyhose and fucking her from behind. Oh…either hole…at that precise moment, it didn’t matter too me a jot. I watched, imagined, creamed myself and had a touch less cum into my panties. 

Damn….i don’t know how much more of this I can take!