Couple obsessions

I have obsessions. I have compulsions. I suppose everyone has them but not many of us act on them. I do. Every chance I get. I obsess and compulse on being gang banged, or on anonymous sex or on sex with young guys (sometimes girls too). I get into bondage and being f***ed and sometimes on violent sex. I get really crazy on sex with couples. There’s nothing hotter than me and a guy fucking and sucking each other while the girl watches.

A few weeks ago I was in a local boutique liquor store looking at the tequila section. I have a penchant for this Cuervo anejo that sells for $90 to $100 a bottle and is sooooo fucking smooth that it’s like drinking excellent brandy. I was looking at it and some other new stuff that just came in when I noticed this nice looking guy looking in the same area. He was 6’1” or 2” and was slender. His hair was longish dishwatery blonde and came over the back of the collar of his shirt. He was clean shaven and had the kind of skin that tells me that he wasn’t too hairy. I, as a matter of fact, had on tight jeans with three inch heeled boots (added to my 5’9” frame that puts me a shade over 6’), a gray cashmere button up sweater (unbuttoned to the second one), a string of black pearls around my neck with matching earrings. My shoulder length auburn hair was hanging loose and I had a pair of gray tortoise shell sunglasses. I could tell that he was giving me sideways glances and just looking for an opening.