Who Is It?

I turn, expecting the worst. A cock in each hand and my mouth open, my eyes wide not with fear. No, it's not fear. It's something else. Something far more nuanced. Some appetite and hunger within me that I can't quite get a grasp on, that I can't quite reason with.

It's need, but that's not strong enough of a word for it.

Instead it's more nuanced than that. A craving, certainly, but one that can be reckoned with. An appetite that I can understand, eventually, and even grow to find peace with. Someday, but not today.

Today is not that today because today the wrong person walks through the door. Someone who is not unwelcome, but someone who is not what I'm looking for. Though I do not know who I need, I know it isn't her.

Rachel steps through and stares at me. Paused and frozen on my knees, my arms raised with a cock in each hand. Naked and wanton, a flush on my skin that shows my arousal and my need and she recognizes that, at least. She sees a kindred spirit and she sees a little bit more.

"God you look so fucking hot like that," she breathes out, latching the door shut behind her back and launching herself at me.

She kisses me with urgency, her tongue slipping into my mouth and tasting the mingled taste of every last climax I've swallowed while she's been gone. A moan rolls out of her as she savors it, her hands coming to my breasts with needy urgency as her touch on me stills me into action.

Sliding my hands, stroking these cocks. Sighing as her lips travel down to my breasts and down even further. Cresting over my belly as I wait with eager anticipation, then move quickly to bury the cock on my right in my mouth and suck as I part my thighs to let her needy mouth between them.

In some ways I don't know that any man can make me feel the way that Rachel does. There is something to be said about the talent of a woman tasting a woman, the knowledge of what feels good known innately because you've experienced it yourself. Just how to touch, just how to move, just how to make all of it just right.

I don't know. I definitely don't have enough experience to say anything with certainty and a time may come when I find a lover that is a man who is just as good or even better than Rachel, but I'd be hard pressed to believe it.

Still maybe there is a man that talented and it would be talent because I feel like it'd have to be innate. Something they were born with, some gift given by a power beyond this world because even though I've not had a lot of lovers and even though I couldn't tell you what she does that's different, I still know that she does something.

Something that is amazing, that I can't quite understand. If it hadn't happened before, nearly every time she touched me, I'd chalk it all up to the fact that my need to cum had been building to an unbearable tension for what felt like hours now on my knees in the dark, but it's more than that. She always knows what to do. She always knows how to make me overcome with myself, how to make it so that with even the merest brush she can leave me breathless and gasping.

Pushing forward to **** myself on this cock. Falling off to turn to the other. Leaving both men gasping and swearing behind their walls that they've never had anything like this before, practically begging me to focus on them and them alone because they're so close and they want me to make them cum.

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