Fire! My body is on fucking fire! It’s been a while I have felt this way and it doesn’t happen often. I’ve not by any means been celibate or just avoiding intimacy cause men are, well, men. It just hasn’t happened, at least not in the way I crave it. Then he touched me differently and I felt hopeful.
He didn’t say a word. Just looked at me with hunger in his eyes and pulled me to him. I tried to act unaffected and walk away because I didn’t want disappointment or to start what I couldn’t finish. But there’s always a part of me that craves it though, even though logic wins sometimes.
I was about to leave and he pulled me to him. He held my throat teasing me. I decided to test the waters as usual; I just can’t help myself. I kissed his right cheek and was about to pull away when he turned the other cheek for me to kiss it as well, and I did. Pulling away again he held my chin and brought my lips to his. A little kiss, then a deep one.
It was a short but dangerous interaction. It gave me hope and hope is a dangerous thing. It gives you ideas and makes you think stupid thoughts.
Maybe it lit the match to this flame, maybe it didn’t, but here we are. This interaction happened a couple days ago, I thought about it after the fact but not so much since then. He has crossed my mind several times but I haven’t allowed my thoughts to marinate because like I said, hope is dangerous.
But I can’t let those thoughts flutter in my head casually anymore. My body is on fucking fire. We could have blamed ovulation for this madness but I’m way too far from that time on my cycle. Is this what want feels like?
For some reason he’s the only person that is crossing my mind right now. Maybe because of our recent encounter most likely, or because of accessibility, but I doubt it. My cravings have not been so specific in a long while. I want him. I want him so fucking bad.
Why don’t you just call him? I believe he’s out of town at the moment, probably gone to fuck out all the sexual frustration I’ve given his ass. The main reason is I still have anxiety about the whole thing. I don’t want disappointment or to disappoint anyone. But honestly those objections are becoming less and less important are me right now.
I just want him.
I want him all over me, around me, on top of me, underneath me, behind me and in me.
I want to feel his touch can get lost in it. I want to kiss him and feel his lips tasting every inch of me. I want an intense amount of passion and desire. I want to touch him like that body is mine. I want to carve my name on his skin, in his mind and soul. I want to be the unforgettable one that will haunt him forever.
In less than an hour of writing this and thinking about him, I’ve created so many fantasies of us.
Of him coming to pick me up. I’m dressed in a one-piece lingerie, panties and a jacket with stockings. He obviously doesn’t open the door for me cause he’s a cow like that. I get in and give him a hug, and he holds my chin and kisses me. We pull apart and he tells me how good I smell.
He pulls out the driveway taking me to his house. I put my legs on his while he drives. Lollipop in my mouth, jacket open so now he knows I mean business.
“Can you smell it?” I ask
“Smell what?” He responds.
“How badly I want you” Then I lean closer and whisper in his ear “how wet she is for you?” Then I lean back and watch him contemplate if he wants to park the car on the street and deal with me, or wait till we get to his.
I don’t let him wonder. I spread my legs apart while they are still on his and put my fingers on my pussy and stroke it. My moans fill the car as I increase the tempo and come apart right there. Saying his name for dramatic effect. Then I take my fingers and put it in his mouth and say “Taste what you do to me”
I’m contemplating how I want the fantasy to end but I don’t know. I’m more curious about the reality of it. How would he react?
Now I’m thinking of putting a little dance performance before I get into the car.
Would he stop me? Would he replace my fingers with his? Will you park the car and just watch? Or will he take over? Will he stop me entirely? Would I get fucked in the car? Or will he waits till we get to our destination?
So many thoughts, ideas and fantasies. Hope is dangerous.
But tonight all I have is my fingers and fucking hell did I come so damn hard! Wish he could have seen it or heard it or both.
Oh well, maybe we’ll fuck when he’s back. Maybe I’ll chicken out because by then my brain would be the one leading, not my pussy.
Time will tell.