More Than Just Lust
Between a Hotwife and her Bull, sometimes lust turns into more than just lust. There’s something about fucking a guy that always makes you cum and cum and cum that changes brain chemistry or something.
That happened between Johnny and I a long time ago. I sexually lust for him, I want to give myself to him completely, but it’s so much more than that. If he told me one night to go off the pill because he wanted to give me a baby, I’m like 80% sure I’d do it. I’d flush my birth control pills down the commode the next morning.
It’s not exactly love. Not the kind of deep romantic/friendship love that I have with my husband. I love my husband, but I don’t really lust for him. If I never felt his little dick inside me again, it wouldn’t bother me that much. I do lust for his mouth on my cunt, though. There’s that.
But with Johnny, it’s so much more than just lust. There needs to be a word to describe the kind of sexual attachment and addiction I have with and for Johnny. If I go more that a few days without his cock in me I go bat shit crazy. There are days when I wake up, and need to be fucked, and wish it was Johnny next to me in bed, and not my husband. I mean, I love sleeping with my husband, but dammit I need cock in the morning, which he can’t really give me. I suppose he could give me penis if I let him, but penis isn’t cock. Penis is pathetic. Penis is disappointing.
Honestly, it drives me crazy sometimes. I need to get the courage to talk to my husband about this to see what we can work out. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but we really need to have this conversation.