Punya Hobi 18

"Ah… Mr. Carter, my legs can't spread any further…" My dance instructor, Cameron Carter, is in the middle of correcting my posture in the dance studio. He grabs me by my inner thighs while pressing on them forcefully. His actions drive my ticklishness to its peak. At the same time, I'm so acutely sensitive that I get wet instantly, soon drenching Cameron's hands with my juices.

เพื่อนสาวในที่ทำงานชอบแวะไปร้านนวดสัปดาห์ละห้าวันเป็นอย่างต่ำ ทุกครั้งที่ไป วันต่อมาเธอจะมาทำงานที่ออฟฟิศด้วยสีหน้าแจ่มใสอย่างมาก ฉันอดใจไม่ไหวเลยถามเธอว่า หมอนวดที่ร้านฝีมือดีมากขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ? สัปดาห์หนึ่งเธอถึงไปตั้งห้าครั้ง? เธอยิ้มและตอบกลับมาว่า ฝีมือของหมอนวดเก่งระดับไม่มีใครเทียบได้เลยล่ะ เธอลองไปนวดดูสักครั้งก็จะรู้เอง ด้วยเหตุนี้เอง ฉันจึงตามเพื่อนร่วมงานคนนั้นไปที่ร้านนวดที่มีชื่อว่า ‘ลุ่มหลง’ นับจากนั้นเป็นต้นมาฉันก็ถอนตัวออกมาไม่ได้เลย

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

“Sir, I beg you to let me go! Don’t touch me! No!” My voice broke into sobs. The stranger forced me into an uncomfortable position. I wanted to fight back, but he was too strong. Out of shame and confusion, I did everything I could to free myself from his grasp. However, the more I fought back, the more unsettled I became. Eventually, I lost my rationality.

I’ve always been someone with a strong, restless libido I can’t quite explain. I’ve never gone to a doctor about it, but I know myself well enough to realize it’s something that comes and goes in waves, especially when I'm ovulating. During that time of the month, I'd need to do it two to three times a day or my body would feel extremely uncomfortable. Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband would be the one to ease that ache and fill the emptiness in me. However, lately he’s been impossibly busy, away on business trips for weeks at a time…

Istriku tak pernah hadir di dapur jika keluargaku sedang mengadakan acara hajatan, sekadar membantu pun dia selalu absen. Entah apa alasannya, padahal dia sendiri hobi masak jika berada di rumah sendiri.

"Ah… Slow down… My husband hasn't even ended the call yet…" I slump on the floor with my butt raised high. As I listen to my husband's instructions, I continue to shift positions every now and then. Meanwhile, the gym trainer has one hand latching onto my hip while smacking my butt heavily with the other. Under my husband's instructions, he thrusts forward heavily…

"Peter, should I go faster?" I was on my knees on the yoga mat, leaning forward, my hips moving in sharp, rapid motions. Meanwhile, my hands just kept working my chest, squeezing and rubbing. Behind me, the rest of the class just watched, their eyes fixed on the way my body moved. "Not bad. Keep that pace. Now let's move on to some hands-on practice." As soon as the instructor said that, he pulled off his pants and positioned himself beneath me.

„Herr Doktor, sind Sie bald fertig? Ich halte das nicht mehr lange aus.“ In der Universitätsambulanz lag ich auf der Untersuchungsliege, den Blick vollständig vom Vorhang verdeckt. Das Instrument schob sich noch ein paar Zentimeter tiefer vor, und so sehr ich mich auch beherrschen wollte, ein gebrochener Laut entrang sich mir. „Nein!“ Der Arzt jedoch schwieg und bediente nur seine Geräte weiter, hob meine Beine dabei noch ein Stück höher.

No one knew that I was a sex addict until the company's team building exercise. I had forgotten to bring my medicine along for that night and was assigned to a tent with a male colleague. I was in tears as I climaxed right before his eyes, and now that there was no turning back, my impulses spiralled further away from control…