Wild Thing — Wicked Wednesday #7

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my eight post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Wild Thing. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

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We have something totally different as a prompt for this week… or maybe not so different.

There are so many kinds of hormones in the human body, of which estrogen and testosterone may be the ones we will name first when asked. However, there’s a lot more, like aldesterone that regulates the kidney function, insulin that decreases blood sugar, thyroxin that promotes metabolism, oxytocin that triggers childbirth and many more. Any kind of hormone imbalance, whether in men or in women, can cause quite an upset body. This week, Wicked Wednesday is all about hormones, whether sexy hormones or irritating ones. Share sexy stories, true stories, advice… share your hormones with us!

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Wild Thing

I’d just finished a session with my personal trainer, I’d staggered to the changing rooms and collapsed on a bench. By the time I’d chugged my green smoothie my energy had returned along with the horny feeling I always seemed to get from gym endorphins, it’s an almost wild thing feeling.
I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text, “I just finished at the gym….what time are you finishing work today?”
He replied so fast I hadn’t even had time to put my phone down, “Did you shower yet?”
“No, not yet. Was just refuelling.”
“Don’t shower. I’ll be at yours in an hour.” I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my bag, knowing I was grinning like an idiot.

I yank open the door before he even has chance to knock, he gives my gym outfit a once over and grins. Then his mouth is on mine, his hands on my arse as he moves me out of the doorway. The door slams shut and I back him against it, turning the lock as I bite his lip. Tugging his shirt out of his waist band and unbuttoning it. My hands clumsy in my rush to get him naked, I fumble slightly, and my frustration comes out with a growl. He tips his head back, pulling out of the kiss and looking at me. He’s laughing as his hands cover mine and he unfastens the rest of the buttons. I stretch up to kiss him again, my fingers pinching and tugging his nipple. I push his shirt off his shoulders, kissing and biting along his jaw line, down his neck, over his chest. When I bite his nipple he arches back against the door, sucking air in through his teeth.

I trace my fingers over his stomach as I get to my knees, undoing his belt, and popping the buttons on his fly. His cock free from the restraint bobs out to stand at attention. I lean my head forward licking along his shaft in a long stroke, then nipping and kissing a line above his groin. As I move back towards his cock, he shifts almost flinching, and I grin against him, before planting feathery kisses along his cock. Flicking my tongue over the tip, then sucking the head into my mouth. Sliding my lips down the shaft as far as I can then closing my mouth slightly as I pull back, keeping my teeth covered. I suck harder on the head, running the tip of my tongue around him, tasting him. Every time he moans my cunt throbs, and I feel myself getting wetter. I lean back, wrapping my hand around his cock, and stroking with a firm grip. I stand up keeping my hand moving and lick his nipples, moving between them watching them bead and pucker. His eyes are closed, and he’s resting a hand on the door handle, when I bite his nipple he grips it tighter, and I hear him breathe out one word, “fuck.”

With one hand still stroking his cock, I grab his waistband with the other, and move backwards towards the bedroom, pulling him with me.  When we get there I push him onto the bed, pulling his jeans off and dropping them on the floor. Then I push him back, and bend to suck his cock again; a quick lick, a wet slurp, and a suck on the head. Then I straighten pulling my tee off, his eyes are on me as I strip out of my gym clothes. I wave a hand and he moves further onto the bed, so I can straddle him. I grind against him, and arch my back pushing my tits into his face. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the edge and sucking. I rub my wet cunt along his hard cock, pushing closer to his mouth, as I grind down against him. I can feel myself getting close and when he bites my nipple I come, gripping the bed frame as I say, “Don’t stop. Oh fuck. Please don’t stop.”

He pushes my tits together sucking both nipples into his mouth, and I moan, pushing them further into his mouth. Lifting my hips I reach a hand down between us gripping his cock, sliding the head along my wet slit. Listening to him moan I tease him some more but I can’t stand to tease myself, and I slide down onto his cock. Feeling him fill me, I growl again, I keep him inside, rocking back and forth, while my hand works my clit, and he sucks my nipples. When I come again I feel myself tighten around his cock, but it’s not enough, and I keep rocking wanting more. I ride him hard, like a wild thing, orgasms rolling through me again and again, until he finally comes with a groan.

We stay still for a minute and then with him still inside me I start rocking again, and he rolls us over, withdrawing and sliding his way down my body. He moves off the bed kneeling on the floor, and grabbing my legs to pull me towards him. He puts his mouth to my cunt, licking along the slit, then sucking at my swollen clit, he kisses along the inside of each thigh, biting and sucking. I moan and arch my back, my fingers digging into his arms where they’re wrapped around my thighs. When he slides two fingers into me I tighten around them, and he slides them in and out, causing me to moan, “Oh fuck. Yes. Oh god.” I can feel the pressure building, one hand is holding his arm, the other is clutching at the sheet under me, when he stops thrusting and using a rocking motion curls his fingers hitting my g-spot. My leg muscles spasm and I come hard, squirting over his hand and face.
“Fuck. Thank you.” I gasp out. He sits back grinning at me, my legs, and arms are flopped against the bed, as I blink at him a few times. ”
“Are you okay? You were a wild thing. I’ve not seen you like that before.” He looks concerned, and I start to giggle.
“I am more than okay. That was……oh fuck. That was goood.”

 

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