Sexual Frustrations

Hey guys! So it's been like fooorrreeevvvverrrrrrr? Like so much forever. I looked at my last post and interactions and they were like months and months ago! But for some reason, I keep getting drawn back to my beloved xhamster and my long long list of unread messages and friend request. Guys..... I literally have 604 messages in my inbox. I didn't even know it could go that high. (Guess you guys missed me huh :P) And I'll be sure to answer everybody that has messaged me, which might take a little while. Anyway, one thing that I surely missed was my blog posts and stories. I have soooo much stories to upload you guys that I am pretty sure you'll like. But enough about that. I'm here to get to business. Sexual business. Sexual frustrations. I'm sure a lot of you have been through it at least once in your life. When your girlfriend and you are arguing and she is damn sure not giving it up anytime soon and you just get tired of masturbating. Or when your boyfriend has been super busy and it feels like forever since you felt that dick inside you. It sucks, something that you havent been able to do or havent had done to you in a while. I mean, you start thinking about sex the more you aren't having it. Even the most innocent things become perverted in your mind. You're on a bus on your way to work and you see a woman having a banana as her lunch and you can't help but imagine that banana being your dick, slowly going in and out of her moist mouth, past her lips. You're jogging in the park and catch a man's dick print in his sweats as he jogs past you and you start thinking of riding him into oblivion. It's awful. But I can tell you that nothing is better than when you get that orgasm after what feels like forever. Even better when its from the one you love. All the arguing and frustration and cold tension between you and your lover vanishes as you come. Washing away all the bullshit this week has given you. Nothing else matters but you two. Nobody else exists but you two. Covered in sweat. Gasping for breath as you lay tangled in bed sheets or on the kitchen floor or even in the back of your car. It's the best feeling watching your lover's face as they reach the brink, ecstasy clouding their eyes as they ride out their orgasm, feeling their body clench and convulse, hearing those delicious moans coming from their mouth. Like music to your ears. I remember at one point my boyfriend and I having this awful, awful argument that set us into almost two weeks of tension and silence. I didn't touch him and he didn't touch me. Now as a person who loves human contact, this was hard for me, however, I can be pretty stubborn . One night I came home to see that he didn't wash the dishes even though I left him a text to do so. I was angry. Frustrated that I hadn't had an orgasm for the past two weeks. To the point where I didn't even enjoy masturbation. I screamed at him. He yelled back. We were in each other's faces. Anger boiling out of our bodies as we argued. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to break up. I wanted to leave. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to make him take back all the things that were said. As if he was in my thoughts, he suddenly grabbed me. I expected to be attacked as I had never seen this kind of anger from him before. I closed my eyes, thinking of the worse, but as I opened them, there was something different in his eyes. Frustration but something else. Lust. I was still in his grasp as his lips came crashing down on mine. It was rough but I had never felt so much passion from his kiss. Usually I have to tell my boyfriend to be rough with me (I'm a little kinky :P) choke me a little, slap my ass or pull my hair. But this? This was all him. His movements were hurried as his hand roamed my body. I was still in shock, my mind hazy between anger and horny. He backed me up to the kitchen sink, my hand almost knocking over the bottle of dish detergent as I tried to steady myself. I held onto him, possessively as he went to unbuckle my belt. I stood there as he pulled my work slacks off. After came my panties. If I had known I was going to get some I would've worn something cuter other than my 'not getting any tonight' underwear. Before I could say anything, his mouth was on me and even quicker is tongue was in me. I wailed at the sensation. My knees nearly buckling as his tongue found my clit. Two fingers were in me before my mind could register what the hell was happening to my body. He pumped and licked and sucked all while the only thing I could do was moan and manage to utter a weak "what the fuck?" He pumped into me so hard and deep that I had to rise on my toes. I was coming close, he was driving me to the edge. My heart raced and my head was right behind it. Before I reached my orgasm, he stopped, is fingers quickly leaving me. My eyes snapped open to look at his. His mouth was wet. I want to kiss him and taste myself. Before I could do anything, I felt him enter me again, only this time it was his dick. I remember feeling relief that I was still taking my birth control. He was hard. So damn hard as his drove into me, the edge of the kitchen sink digging into my back. I didn't care though as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him. It felt so good. So good for him to be in me again. I buried my face in his neck, moaning apologies and how much I loved him and how much he meaned to me. (That's how good it was folks, a woman apologizing first). He said he loved me back. Though he didn't apologize, which I don't think he had time since right after he professed his love I could feel him coming. A flash of disappointment came over me since I hadn't come yet but it quickly disappeared as he kept pumping inside me. It was even more slicker. I could feel myself clench and my vision becoming dizzy. I gripped his shoulders as a long moan came from my mouth. Every kind of tension that I had built up inside me came out as I came. My body shook and I cursed