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I ask her, “What have you done that was so bad today, Lo?”

She then says, “I couldn’t stop thinking of sex. I got on the subway in the morning. It was very crowded. I got a seat, but the train filled up more at the next stop. A man was standing over me reading a paper. My eyes were parallel with his cock. I could see how big he was. I leaned my head a bit forward because I was hungry. At one point the train went sharply around a curve and he leaned into me, accidentally brushing his cock up against my face. I liked it. I looked up at him and he moved his paper to say ‘Excuse me,’ but I just licked my lips and moved my head closer to his cock. He saw what I was doing and I could see his cock growing right there in his pants. He opened the paper and looked down from within the spread paper and he leaned in again to brush his cock up against my face. He tried to pretend like it was an accident ʼcause he was testing to see my reaction. I looked up at him again and I unbuttoned a button on my blouse so he could see down it better. This indicated to him what it was I wanted. He kept on leaning into me, slowly so as not to attract attention. I put my wet lips right up to his cock. I was shielded from others’ view by his large newspaper. He was so hard, I just wanted to unzip his fly and pull out his cock and put it in my mouth. I was so hungry for cock. But I couldn’t do that on the train so I satisfied myself by putting my hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy; convulsing my thigh muscles rhythmically as I sat on the train. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. I looked up at him again and he saw what I was doing. I saw him close his eyes and then, he quickly put the paper down by his crotch. He came, he came right in his pants! But I didn’t cum. He got off at the next stop. I sat there in my own juices dying to have some cock. I got off the train at my stop and as I walked to work I could tell that every man on the street could just smell my hungry pussy wanting cock. I got to work and luckily I was early. No one else was there. I went into the conference room that has the big windows that look out on the street and the other buildings across the street. I put my legs up on the conference table and I unbuttoned my suit pants, stuck my hand down my pants to my wet pussy, and I put in two fingers and rubbed one out. It only took about a minute and good thing too because before I had time to pull up my pants Emily had walked in. I simply said that I had eaten a big breakfast and that I was having trouble fitting into my slacks. I buttoned them up and went to my desk. As I walked, I squirted all inside my pants. I had to check them and, sure enough, there was a very dark mark between my legs. I had soaked through and through. I was horny and hungry all day. So, now, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

[Excerpt from the story, “Nymphomania Defined,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]

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