Henry and S.

Henry and S were in the midst of love making. Something was peculiar about S that night. She was horny. Yes she was the horniest creature on earth and to his greatest surprise he could not make it out why. They had a good relation, nice friendship, but when it came to sleeping together even though she never said no. She seemed withdrawn in her world. She liked being touched, kissed, embraced and penetrated. But there was no glitter in her eye. This day she seemed a creature from hell that had just taken the worst potion of all and was just perplexed, thrown in the floor, battered, in pain and only a touch of hysteria could touch her, the hand of a man. Just a man. When he asked her what had happened she said she had had a nervous breakdown and maybe her body had produced much dopamine. Or maybe someone has made a joke on her and has given her some drink, 'I do not know she said, but this looks rather a paranoid thought. 'I desperately need a man' ' I have never desired a man so much in my life' she told him.  As he began touching her she writhed, and was breathing and making her ways on him like crazy. Clothes spread all over the place, bites, clutches. She would put her nails on his skin over and over as he had her in his lap and was simply kissing her. Looked as if she was having an orgasm just standing still. Something was off in a beautiful way. They went on for quite long as this was all a stimulant for Henry who had gone to the third act while on most days they would do have an intercourse once and then embrace each other. He even began thrusting her like he did with his male lovers, which had taken S by surprise. 'Where did this all come from' - she thought. Anyway on the third act, after almost one hour and a half love making he was feeling he had not the stamina of the begining and as he was trying to finish he needed something to excite him. There it was. Mat. The boy next door with strong robust arms, bare chest, strong limbs. He imagined putting his hands on those hips, making his dick hard and then thrusting him. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting him. He came. S stopped whining, and clenching, and squealing like a broken creature in deep pain. Everything was silent again. S curiously was horny again. Something was terribly wrong with her.