Starving to lose his virginity, a horny young man exposes the depth of his obsession with sex, discussing everything from his favorite masturbation rituals to his most stimulating sexual fantasies. But the more secrets he reveals, the more something else comes to the surface. Something dangerous. Something that cannot be stopped.
What’s an even bigger problem is now I feel like a damned pressure cooker. I can feel this energy building inside of me. Putting off getting laid is driving me nuts, and I feel stupid for putting myself in this position. I’m worried if I try and start dating now, that energy’s going to come out all at once. I feel like I’m going to turn into some beast that will screw some girl into oblivion. I work at this office over in the city, and whenever the secretary walks by with her tight dress and high heels, all I can think about is what I want to do to her.
I don’t think we’ve even spoken, but I’ve got a really good idea of what she looks like naked. I can even picture what shade of pink her nipples are. A nice, light color, like the frosting on a Valentine’s Day cookie. Sometimes I feel like I have to apologize to her about stuff that hasn’t happened. Part of me wishes it did happen, but that part scares me. But it thrives on fear. And, just like that day I fingered my butt, it tells me what to do.
I wanna reach into her dress and play with her boobs. I wanna tear off her outfit and knead her breasts together as our tongues dance in each other’s mouths. I wanna lay her down on my desk and suck them and tease their little nubs with my tongue. I wanna rip off her panties and make her sit on my face. I wanna drink her juice and gobble up her wet lips like an overripe peach. I wanna jam my middle finger up her tight little star, push her down, and shove my length down her throat. I wanna have her suck it like it’s the best thing she’s ever had.
I wanna cream all over her face as she does mine. I wanna have us lick our stuff off our faces between kisses as I ram my thing into her wetness. I wanna have her ride me, I wanna pick her up and plow her against the wall, I wanna stick her like a dog ‘til that milky stuff comes out. I wanna pump her full. I wanna know what it was like to be her. I wanna have her tell me, because I’ll tell her how she made me feel. We’ll get so horny, we’ll do it again.
And all I have to do to get that is stand up, reach out, and grab her.
But, of course, I can’t do that.
I have to go the long way up the mountain. Ask her about the weather, make a joke about some TV show, see if she wants to get some coffee, take her to a movie, all that shit. And then, after all that, maybe I get to see her naked. It’s all so stupid. But there’s no other way.
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About the Author
I am a single man over 30 who is still a virgin. This was not a religious decision nor a conscious choice to save myself, but time just went by and, after weeks of masturbation rituals, here I am. In that time, I have expressed my sexuality through writing. And now, thanks to the rise of self-publishing, I have formed Wild Cherry Books so that I may share my sexual side with others.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
*walks away blushing*
I dont even know what to think after reading this. Im so wet just thinking about the imagery Weir has given. I would do anything to meet him