I probably love too many men. Some people see it as a problem: I don't. That's been the focus of my life since I was thirteen. All I thought about and talked about was boys. My mother took me to a doctor when I was fifteen. He said some people have more hormones than others and some have more nerve endings than others. I was probably blessed with both.
After I got my first period, when a boy held my hand, it felt like electricity going through me. I would grab his arm and rub it or run my hands up and down his back - anything to shake some of that electricity loose. To this day all a guy has to do is touch my nipples or between my legs and I start climbing the walls. Actually my skin reacts like a sex organ.
I quickly got a 'reputation'. It didn't bother me. I had lots more dates than Dianne 'prettiest girl' Ventura or Lenore 'prom queen' Galt. I made up in boyfriends what I didn't have in girlfriends.
My name is Lena Herman. I had a lot of nicknames, mostly because of my size. I'm barely five feet tall so I was "little Lena", "munchkin" or "Lena licker" behind my back. The more they talked, the more guys called.
I love Richard. I love Robert too. Sometimes I amuse myself with the endless possibilities. I love Dick and I love Bob. I love dick and I love bobbing. I love dicking and bobbing. I love to bob on dick and I love Bob to dick me: It goes on and on.
I read about 'nymphos'. They say it's really rare and exaggerated. I'm sure I'm not one: I just like dick. You decide.
Sometimes a person just gets horny. We've all had times like that: You eat a peach and it makes you wet or a guy brushes against you in the elevator and you want to fuck his brains out right there.
Last night and this morning, (actually all week) I was feeling like I'd like have a few guys fuck me to straighten myself out for the day. (We all need that, don't we?) Bob was letting me 'ride the pony' and I was bouncing on it good for a while. My cunt felt like the sluice gates had opened: I was dripping. He came quickly because I wouldn't slow down or stop. I held his cock in me and squeezed tight so he wouldn't slip out. (The exercises are paying off) I bounced until we both came twice. When we finished, Dick came home and I went down on him before he got his coat off. Bob cracked us all up when he said "you know Lena, if sex was fast food, you'd have golden arches over your bed".