I sometimes envy men. Always ready, one sexual reference, joke, image, or selfie away from an erection and an orgasm. That being said, I’m not sure I envy erections at the most improbable time. Periods aren’t exactly fun, but from what I’ve heard from some friends, I really shouldn’t complain. However, there is ovulation. And this is when my sex drive goes through the roof.
Ovulation is complicated for me. My brain has a hard time trying to keep control. I’m capable of saying some foolish things, and while I don’t usually have a breeding fantasy, I often think about being on all fours in the office and getting taken every way possible. Of course, that isn’t going to happen, but it is a biological and hormonal war between my brain and my pussy, every single time.
The last time it happened, FWB wasn’t available. He was stuck at home with the kids. He couldn’t come, and me going over there was the worst idea ever, so I stayed alone at home. Reddit did keep me occupied, and I might admit to one or two orgasms from Redditors in my chat. It was also a period where I was off work for medical reasons, so I had no one to see. I went to bed, my fingers played a little, and I went to sleep.
A strange noise woke me up. I live alone, so hearing someone in my flat isn’t the best start to the day, especially when I’m not expecting anyone. The stranger appeared at the door. FWB. He has my keys. My cat purred, a sign of approval, while I tried to grab my telephone to see what time it was. 7:15 AM. It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?
He smiled and just said that he heard that there was a feral fox here. My nickname is Foxy, and yes, I was indeed feral, smack in the middle of my cycle with a sex drive trying to climb Everest on its own while sprinting. He pulled at the sheets as I lay there complaining, my skin not yet ready to face the cold air. There was no way I was going to win. Under the sheets, he found me naked, with a sex toy lying close by. I complained bitterly, grabbing the blanket and again, retreating to the warmth of my bed. I heard him look for something on the bedside table; I heard… something. I saw him when I opened my eyes and tried to adjust to the light. I saw his cock, hard, glistening in the morning light, covered with gel. Again, he grabbed the blanket and tore it off, this time receiving a few insults from the cat, who retreated to a safe distance. Believe me, she has seen a few things…
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him. His strong hands lifted me and turned me over, plopping me onto all fours. One hand held me underneath my waist, and the other fumbled with the toys. I felt a cold liquid between my ass cheeks as he spread some of the gel onto me. Then, holding me with both hands, he guided his rock-hard cock to my pussy lips, parting them, searching for pleasure.
I could have stopped this at any time with a simple word, and he would have stopped instantly. I know it. But why would I? We didn’t need the lubricant for long.
He pushed into me, the gel letting him slide inside me despite not yet being overly excited, but I was getting there fast. The feral side took over, the tingles of excitement replaced with a rough penetration mere seconds after having woken up. My brain was still trying to figure out what day it was, but my pussy was sending electric signals all over my body. I could barely hold myself up, but he did it for me, pinning me in place. I wasn’t offering my body, but I was being taken; I was being used. I lost the power of speech, words being replaced by moans. My brain was trying to comprehend what was happening, but my ovaries were taking control.
I had no notion of time. I knew that it was early and that I hadn’t been awake for long. I could hear the slapping of skin against skin, I could feel his balls smack into me each time, and I could absolutely feel him slide into me with every thrust, sometimes seeking to go as far as possible and sometimes retreating as much as possible to slide the entire length. A hard slap on the ass told me what I wanted to know; I was being a good girl, and he was enjoying this. And so was I.
My first orgasm wasn’t long afterwards. A tingling sensation, a hint of yellow when I closed my eyes, flushing to orange before coming full red as I kept my eyes closed, bursts of pleasure running through my veins, more powerful than usual. I screamed into the sheets, pulled at them as if I wanted to tear them in two, but behind me, he never slowed down. He kept on, driven by his pleasure, fully intent on using his object – me.
When the orgasm finally faded, I re-positioned myself for him to get a better view; ass up, face down. He ran his fingers in my crack, his thumb gently circling my ass, before pushing gently into me, driving me wild. I felt so used; I was drunk on his pleasure, feeling so submissive and slutty. And in that position, offered, I had orgasm number two.
He didn’t slow down; he didn’t let me enjoy the moment. He also knew I would have a few more anyway, so why would he? He was using me for his pleasure, and I wasn’t complaining (or at least, not any more). We began to move into a rhythm, me in the proper position, and him getting the satisfaction he needed and deserved.
Things got more serious when his hand moved to my hair, twirling the long strands in his hand once or twice before grabbing and pulling, moving my back to the correct position. This was, he could see what he wanted to see, me looking up at him with desire in my eyes, and could feel me squeeze onto his cock in just the right way.
He slowed down to a crawl, just the time to grab the foxtail that was lying next to the bed, and expertly push it slowly into my ass. There was enough gel to help it, but ever so slowly, twisting, until my ass gave in, before closing in on it again. That sensation makes me moan loudly every time.
Then rough. Pulling my hair tightly, a slap on my ass here and there, and thrusting as hard as he could. I couldn’t talk; there was nothing to say anyway except yes, fuck yes, carry on… He pulled my hair tight, forcing me up, my ear next to his mouth, so he could moan, “I’m going to fill you up”. My eyes pleaded with him, please, please do just that… My moans got louder. He pinched my nipple hard… I was in a state of absolute surrender; he was free to do what he wanted, and I was more than willing to accept. Another orgasm tore through my nervous system, making every limb tremble while he held me tight.
When it was finally over, he pushed me forward on all fours before pulling my hair again. One hand was in my hair; the other was pulling the foxtail. Not enough to pull it out, but enough for me to feel it. He started grunting rhythmically, getting louder and louder. I tried to turn my head to see his expression, his eyes fixed on his cock sliding into me, his mouth open, gasping for air… He released his grip on my hair and tail, grabbing me by the waist, probably strong enough to leave white marks on my skin.
His orgasm was powerful. He thrust deep inside me, his balls slamming into my clitoris, as wave after wave of pleasure came over him, emptying himself inside me. I could almost feel it, powerful spasms deep inside me, and imagining his seed. He grunted in rhythm to the spasms as I imagined each shot inside me. The hands slowly released their grip, letting a small amount of blood circulate on my skin. He started to pull out, and I complained bitterly at the feeling of emptiness, but another feeling rewarded me, his seed slowly trickling down my thigh.
“You aren’t done yet”, he told me, then ordered me to masturbate to orgasm once again. My hand instantly moved between my legs, caressing my clitoris once again as he moved to the side of the bed, his cock still glistening. One hand moved behind my head, cupping, guiding me towards him, a silent order for me to clean up my mess. I took him in my mouth eagerly as I caressed myself. A mixed taste of his seed, my own juices, and a hint of strawberry gel.
When he was satisfied, he let go, took a step back, and got dressed, before giving me a kiss on the lips. “Be a good girl for me…”
He had probably barely left the building when the final orgasm forced me to collapse on the bed, soaked from sweat and his desire for me.
