Sex Hurricane

For the last 6 months I have engaged with every available sex opportunity.  I've been filled in every orifice  multiple times a day. Sometimes multiples at one time.  Indoors, outdoors, private, public.  In the dark and middle of the day.  Some of them I did not even know or care about their names.  I am just using them to get off.


  • Bent over 30 feet from the trail and fucked fast and hard.
  • At the Gym with a trainer after lock up at the end of the day.   
  • Up against the wall in the rest room at Omni Marta Station in Atlanta.
  • On top a stack of car tires at Firestone. Mechanic on both ends. 
  • Park Ranger that caught me skinny dipping at Lake Chatuge.
  • Two guys that own the Marathon station near my house (repeats)
  • Drunk sex with the Uber guy.
  • On a picnic table in the dark at Georgia Welcome Center near Chattanooga.
  • Kohls manager
  • Countless restrooms, truck beds, a few sheds, patios, stairwells, their place or mine,  hotel rooms. 
  • Even home plate. 

 I took stupid chances and had to get to a doctor multiple times. The behavior therapist says come back when I'm ready. I am fully into the hurricane that is my libido and I am enjoying every second of it.

 I am still in the middle of it.  Tomorrow my cop friends have arranged a fuck party. 20 guys say they are coming.  I'm one of 3 women.  They've even worked out some games for a fuck Olympics.  


You can bet tomorrow I'll be fingering myself at work every chance I get. 

Love
Sandoa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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