Codes- F-solo, MF, FF, oral, polyamory.
Intro- This fictional story is meant for mature open minds. It discusses and depicts graphic sexual behavior and adult relationships. Please do not read it if this does not interest you or you are not an appropriate audience. All celebrities mentioned are fictional versions of real people who exist in my universe only. The real people are different and have done their great deeds without help from any fictional characters I have created as far as I know. The characters of Freya Gersemi and her paramours Alex, Katie, and Cynthia belong to the author Freya Gersemi. They are used with permission. Kudos to that author for allowing their inclusion and beta reading this work.
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Late Autumn 2024.
Freya Gersemi was in a bad place.
The twenty-something redhead grimaced at herself in the mirror. She was pretty with tanned skin, medium healthy curves, good face and body. The issue was not how she looked. It was how she felt. For the past seventeen months or so, she had been struggling with sexual addiction. She had met and married a great man named Alex. Enjoying sex with him, perhaps too much, had led her to need more than he alone could give her. So she found two additional sexual partners- her friends Katie and Cynthia. Usually that was enough for her, but right now... all three of her friends were out and she was alone.
Her fingers twitched for a moment. Freya had just gotten up, was still in her pajamas. She had no pressing engagements. Maybe she should go back to bed, pull her pants down, and touch herself. The idea was appealing for a moment. She smiled at herself in the mirror, hefted her breasts, rubbed her body to remind herself she was attractive and could satisfy herself sexually. She turned and moved towards her bed, where she would achieve that satisfaction.
No. She stopped halfway. Freya had been struggling with her sexual needs of late. She needed to cut down on her demands for sex. Or redirect them towards Alex- she wanted to have a baby with him but it had yet to happen. Maybe it would be best that she waited to relieve herself until he got home. Or until Cynthia and Katie got home. Sex was often better with partners, perhaps she should wait.
Freya walked to her bedside table and checked her phone. It was mid-morning. All her partners were at work. Alex was at the hardware store. Katie had a new job as a nurse at a local clinic. Cynthia was working at her dress shop job also. They might be able to check in with her by text, but not at length until lunchtime, and sex with them definitely wouldn't be possible until that evening after they got home. That might not be soon enough for her. Arrgh!
Freya was unsure what to do for a moment. I better relieve myself, she decided. It's my day off. I do have some chores to do, but they can wait. I'll just rub one out quickly, then be in a better mood, and when Alex gets home this evening, I'll be ready to get with him again. Okay, sounds great. Let's do it.
She put her phone down. She could call up appropriate imagery on it- an erotic picture or video, perhaps a story, but that was not necessary in the moment. All she had to do was use her imagination and her hands. The need was that powerful.
Freya turned, fell onto the bed backside down. Her hands roamed about her body, tracing familiar paths. She fondled her generous breasts and her thighs, one hand on each. She squeezed each of her breasts, each of her thighs. The ache inside her eased, then grew. Her heart rate and breathing became heavier. Her skin was soon flushed with arousal and need.
Her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, the top of her pants. The garments were pushed up and down respectively, allowing her hands direct access to her nipples and pussy. Her nipples were soft tan nubs but quickly became sharp points as she rubbed them. Her pussy was shaved and opened to her touch. She teased the edges, tickled the lips. Her thighs heaved. Her clit became erect and emerged from its hood, ready for love. Freya held off fondling it for a few seconds, wanting to build the tension inside her mind.
She imagined a lover's hands touching her. Soft and knowing at first, touching the right nerves, building the right feelings. Loving words whispered in her ear, chuckles at her constant need for stimulation. Then caresses of her pussy and breasts, feelings stoking inside her. The need became greater. The touches responded, becoming increasingly hard and fast.
"Ahh!" she moaned. "Yes! Yes!!!"