K. said his favorite word was pheremones.

I love pheremones.

I was still high on them today. I kept zoning out, remembering the things he had said. In the shower, he apologized for his cock poking at my abdomen, and told me that "it kept wanting to go in". When we were drying off, his smile turned into a grin, and he said, "I bet I know what you want. You want me inside you." When we romped on the bed as our mates quested for ice, he said he wanted to make love to me. When our mates went to take a shower after they had finished and we were still on our way to the goal, he told me he loved my blowjobs, because I'm so passionate, so when I gleefully went down on him again, he gave me directions. He said, "Yah, baby," when I climbed between his legs. He called me sweetie once when he was repositioning me. He moaned when I licked along the bottom of his balls.

They way he smelled, some spicey mixture of shaving cream and male. The way he held me firmly as he kissed me in the shower. The way he gripped me for all he was worth when he kissed me even harder. The way he smiled the entire time we were naked together. The way he came up behind me when I was putting my hair up in a towel. The way his cock saluted me as I climbed into the shower.

These things, they pull on my clit, until I think I'll moan out load, gush myself wet, roll my eyes into the back of my head and come blindingly with no physical stimulation at all.

So very distracting when you're trying to balance a property's checkbook at work.

I miss my girlfriend's voice, the way she smiles at me, the feel of her hair. I long to be wrapped in my husband's arms, cuddling in bed as we say goodnight to the day.

But I can't get J. out of my mind. My clit has been engorged all day, my panties moist, my nipples hard, my breath a bit ragged. And I grinned myself silly walking to my desk when I remembered how he told me not to move as he went to fetch lube, and I recalled how I had wondered how I should disobey they would get the best reaction.

I got to watch K fuck J and it was immensely arousing. To watch the way she circled his cock with her hips. To watch his cock bury itself inside her. And then when he got on top and I watched his ass move, it took everything I had not to throw myself on top of him.

K sucked on my clit for awhile, which was so nice and soft and delicious. I got to suck on 2 cocks right after the other, and then watch my girlfriend go down on my man. I loved trying to share a cock with her, until finally our tongues decided to play with each other instead.

I loved the way he tasted of me as he came back up to kiss me and put himself inside. I loved the way the condoms flew when he noticed how I'd gone completely boneless, helpless in front of him just because of his fingers and her mouth. I loved the way he held my hand so tightly, the one with his wedding band, and I looked over to see his wife enjoying my husband as much as I was enjoying hers.

I wish I could smell their pheremones right now. I should have stolen another scrunchy from her, and grabbed his shirt. Or his jeans. His tight black jeans that drove me wild, especially because he was barefoot. I kissed his foot, ran my fingers along his calves, worshipped his knee with my tongue. He told me that was different, not sounding positive or negative about it, but I just continued on to his examine what his underware had been hiding. Later, his tongue played along my elbow while I was busy with someone else, and he may have thought I didn't notice, but I found his tongue so softly erotic, I couldn't wait until the next time it found my mouth.

He looked at me and didn't seem to notice the things I hate about myself. He seemed to enjoy everything my body had to offer. K kept insisting on telling me how skinny I was, and I would roll my eyes, but I was so pleased as she ran her hands along my waste and hips. Nothing like being complemented in a way so unlike any other you've ever had, and being caressed at the same time.

J is not allowed to complement me. So I catalogue the things he does say. And the way his hands and tongue and hips and cock and smile say the things his voice cannot.

I am not allowed any more hickies on his person, so he showed me how to bite more delicately, but with plenty of pressure, and I thought I would swoon.

I am momentarily obsessed. Not in love, but so deeply in lust I can hardly see straight. It was like this last time. Lasted about 3 days, and then I was fine. I keep telling myself that, as I hope and pray to NOB that they will magically be able to afford to come down for Halloween weekend.

Because I could really use another fresh pheremone hit pronto.