(Again, read at your own risk. Wishful sexytime abounds.)
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I've been craving you. At first, I was alarmed that these pangs of longing meant that I wanted you as some kind of boyfriend, holding my hand in public, taking me out on dates--those kinds of romantic strappings. I heaved a huge sigh of relief upon realizing I desire nothing of the sort. On the contrary, my near-constant daydreams feature you and I in decidedly physical situations, each scenario growing more explicit than the last until I can bear it no longer and let my hand wander south.
Unfortunately, my fantasies aren't too imaginative, which I attribute to my lack of experience (sigh.) Mostly they are could-have-beens, different choices I could have made, different consequences, different results. In one dream, I throw caution to the wind and ask you for a condom. The ensuing pain is sharp but brief, and I finally rid myself of my pesky virginity in a one-night stand. Another one is where you have actually pleasured me to orgasm, and I come in your mouth. Overcome by my lustful abandon, you come too, and we end the night literally covered in each other. A particular favorite of mine has you fucking me against the shower, my breasts pressed against your chest, your mouth on the crook of my neck. And on some days all I can picture is you on your knees with your hands on my hips, sprinkling kisses across my stomach and waist. I replay each one over and over in my head until I'm left gasping your name--which reminds me, you don't have a very interesting name. Do you know how many ****'s there are?
So here I am, dedicating yet another post to you: yes, you. Maybe I have way too much free time. Maybe I've been horny for too long. Maybe I'm looking for another muse. Maybe it's all three. In any case, I want you so badly sometimes that I get these aches--a warning sign, perhaps?
Somebody get me a doctor. Preferably a hot one.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Young and Restless
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