After the Ménage is Over
In the days and weeks following my very first threesome experience with my boyfriend Max and his best friend Foster, I became sexually obsessed. Having the two men I cared most about shower me with affection and thoroughly adore every square inch of my body, repeatedly, was incredibly addictive.
I was a junky for it.
Max and Foster were my drugs, and any time I was forced to endure life with my clothes on, and away from their attentive company, I went through terrible withdrawal. I was becoming totally dependent on the high I got from their lovemaking. I wanted to cocoon myself in bed with them both, all day and all night, and give in to every deliciously wicked craving that overtook me.
I was insatiable.
It was as if I’d been deprived of affection my whole li
