She did begin to notice that all this sex didn’t necessarily help with her libido. The more she had, the more she wanted. She began to have to resist the urge to think about sex when she should be working, play with herself, spend all her free time meeting again and again. But she felt liberated, more at peace than perhaps she ever had. This whole world just made so much sense.
Her first threesome was a great success: after the hiccup of nerves, it all just seemed so natural. Her body knew what to do, and my God, yes, two was indeed better than one. And far from the intimidating places full of stunning people she’d assumed, clubs were wonderful places. The way heads turned and watched her. Sometimes even just being followed: lusted, chased after, like she’d always hoped for. Heck, in her first club visit she worked through every single guy there. Three at any one time, her body knowing what to do, in absolute reverie. Cock proffered like offerings to her. A bit mechanical in parts, certainly, but it was just so filthy. And she felt so fulfilled. Everything just seemed a bit brighter, more optimistic, in her everyday life. There was a new spring in her step. |
