My Sex Diary

This is my sex diary, and it’s as filthy as my marriage is. My libido came back with a vengeance and I’ve been making up for lost time ever since, which means most days, often more than once. Here’s where I write it down as it happens: woken up with his cock already inside me, used and filled and left leaking, groped every time I walk past him, free-use whenever he fancies, held down by the throat, bred and plugged and sent about my day with his cum still in me. The toys I reach for when I can’t wait for him. The teasing I put myself through, denying my own clit for months so every other kind of orgasm hits harder. Sticky thighs at my desk. A cunt that’s rarely empty for long. I don’t do vanilla. Every bit of this is kinky in some way, and I love being his cum-loving, cock-craving slut as much as I love him. Pull up a chair. I’ll tell you everything.