Contents ( 31)
- Also by Omar Tyree
- Contents
- Under Pressure
- Still Strokin’
- Nightmares
- Celibacy
- Cock Blocking
- Sex Crazy
- Anything Can Happen
- Damn!
- A Lot to Think About
- Say What?
- Hypocrisy
- There Is Always Another One
- A Crowded Room of Women
- No Peace, No Pleasure
- Guilt-Ridden
- Turned Out
- New Tricks and Treats
- In the Closet
- The Mansion
- They Got Me
- Anything Goes
- Sexaholic
- Plenty of Options
- Back to Chaos
- Party Over
- A New Beginning
- Figure It All Out
- Epilogue
- About the Author
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Sex Crazy
JUDI DROVE ME BACK to the Hilton, where she decided to stay with me for the rest of the night. Now I had slept with women without digging into them before, plenty of times. I just didn’t feel like doing it that night. I know I told myself I could do it, sleep without fucking, but for whatever reason, I was extra horny that night. I wanted Judi so bad that it was killing me. Was it because she had suddenly become off-limits? Or was I as much of a dog as she had accused me of being?
So I sat up in the dark, on the left side of the king-size bed, stiff as an unripe banana, and not knowing what to do with myself. I couldn’t even leave the television on. It would have only been a distraction. I wanted to think hard about what was going on with me. How badly did I need to have sex?
I looked over at Judi who was sound asleep in one of my T-shirts, wearing shiny pink panties and no bra. Damn she looked tasty. But I had to control myself. So I left Judi alone and stared up at the ceiling. That’s when memories of Andrea popped into my head. I had a normal sex life when I was with her. She was my steady woman, so I had no anxieties about anything. But it seemed that once she was no longer in my life, I was ready to fuck anyone and everyone. I hadn’t thought about it in detail, but my sex life was a lot more erratic after Andrea. Was that what the single life was all about, fucking without purpose? Maybe Judi was right.
I sighed and remained horny. Fuck it, Andrea’s no longer in my life, and I like to fuck, I admitted. So I stopped trying to control myself, and I reached out with my right hand and rubbed it across the small hill of Judi’s ass. I had no idea how she would react to it. I guess I was going to find out.
At first she didn’t respond to it. So I backed my hand over her ass again.
When Judi failed to respond to my second round of ass rubbing, I got excited. Maybe she would change her mind and act like a normal woman again. So I leaned over and positioned my brown banana against her hip. I was so hard that it probably felt like a stick-up weapon against her smooth skin. I rubbed it around in circles on her hip, ready to burglarize her ass.
All of a sudden, she spoke up through the dark. “Terrance? What are you doing?”
I was stuck. Did I need to tell her the truth, or did I need to bullshit?
“Ah…I don’t know,” I told her. That was a lie. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was hoping that a hard dick up against her soft skin, in the middle of the night, would remind her of her past freakiness and revert her back to the old days. But Judi turned over to face me instead.