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I am a prisoner of love. I am a prisoner of desires. I am a prisoner of my passions. I need sex like I need the breath. Like an animal noring on its bone, I just want to be ravished in it. This is what this entry is about. The insane, sexual, erotic feeling of being a woman who’s an adult webcams addict.

Last night several things happened to me, things that I hadn’t done in a long time, things that felt good. It was a night of lust, emotion, animalistic passion, it was warmth with overwhelming pleasure. It was orgasmic action. I needed it. I wanted sex, big hands all over me, such a heavenly experience Sometimes we get ourselves so tensed up that we forget to find joy in the simple pleasures. That is what last night was about for me and I want to take you back to that moment. Use words to try and explain the sensations that ran through me.

I remember my thoughts, the insanely sensual, erotic feeling of being wide open, so vulnerable, and absolutely urgently craving a wild and unrelenting fucking? My husband was home and we were laying by the fire place. He bends over and kisses me, his late-day whiskers feel painfully good. Prickling through the numbness of my sexual arousal. I feel this great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body feels like it is being submerged in a warm bath. I so love foreplay, the build up of the moment, it’s exciting, exactly how I feel in adult webcams.

I love having a penis in my hand or mouth while he is working on me. To let hands get the better of you, to go with the moment, a soul that knows no inhibitions. I am determined to make good use of all the sexual energy that is vented up inside me. The sexual intensity that fills the air. He thrusts my legs apart as wide as they go. My cunt feels like the clown behind the board, where you throw wet sponges at it, and it knows one of those wet sponges is going to be big and wet and warm and hit bang on. But which one? And when? My tits get very hard at times like these.

I pretend my hands are tied behind my head like in a good erotic bondage story where resistance is indeed futile. With my hips raised up off the bed, my ass in the air, he arouses me to levels beyond what I could imagine by starting to play with the ultra soft area just between the clit and the erotic cock garage. I keep having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places. He fucked me with his tongue and he played with my ass. His fingers curled in the shape of a fist thrusted into me for the ultimate orgasm. I cum, scream, moan, gush, wetness all over his hands

The hunger of your kisses, the impatience of your fingers, the greed of your tongue when my thighs are spread over your face, the way you make me stand or kneel or hike my arse up, the delight you take in bending me to your will, the ecstasy in your eyes when you enter me, the rage in your face when you pound into me, the sound in your throat when I cum. My mouth is drooling for what my pussy has right now. A locking of the tongues, the passion, lips pressed against each other. A wild embrace.

I feel nothing but the cold air of the fan making my nipples sharp like the tips of knives. A sudden wet something (finger, thumb?) goes up my ass and stops in that place where I get the tail buzz orgasm. Lying there with my legs so wide, my pussy so open, the air blowing on me, the tail buzzing: I am ready to blow. Just the anticipation of sex, of him touching me there without being able to move, has me squirming. I am so insanely wet that my juices are the only lubricant we could possibly need in this heated moment.

He moves his way up my body. I run my tongue over the tracings of his face and neck. My mouth is drooling for what my pussy just had. A locking of the tongues, the passion, lips pressed against each other. A wild embrace. He starts to fuck me like crazy. I get this feeling when his cock is inside me like it’s telescoping into my cunt. As if it is one length outside me, but grows longer and wider as he goes deeper in. He hits the right spot, I cum. With a really good deep moan and groan, there is a whoosh of wetness and we collapse exhausted from what has just happened. Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic I have ever been subjected too.

I started playing gently with his cock. It got deliciously rocky-hard rather quickly. Amazing creature the penis is. I moved my way down his body, my lips pressing hard against his manhood. I felt like I was giving a caveman a head job, like I was going down on something wild, a beast, and all I wanted to do was shove that cock so far down my throat till I gasped for the air I breath. I am insanely randy. The orgasms are coming quickly. This is just so intense. He frequently wets his fingers with his mouth and strokes me. The erotic licking just has me on full heat. It was just fucking awesome. Oh my gosh, that was hot, it was like ice melting and the water trickling down my nipples. It just felt good.

In one night I had already had a dozen orgasms alone. It was crazy but it was good. He fucked in more positions then I could ever imagine were possible. Sometimes he sucked on my breasts and nipples and I’d get this wild vacuum suction feeling, as if my entire breasts were being pulled up into a giant, tonguey mouth. More baby more, I would scream. Sex celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down. But mostly just carries me away. It’s fucking awesome! Come, let’s meet in adult webcams.

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