Feeling the Throb

Being honest and real – I’m SO horny. Very. Completely.

My clit is swollen.

I can feel my juices sliding into my thong.

Every thought turns dirty. Innocuous ideas become laden with ways that sex can be incorporated. What to make for dinner turns into a fantasy of screwing on the dining room table. And I’m not talking about lovemaking here. I’m talking pure, unadulterated fucking. Hard, fast, pumping. Grunts filling the air. Bodies slamming together over and over until… release.

Hell, even cleaning out the litter box means bending over where I imagine a hard dick, faceless, nameless, coming up behind me. Spreading my cheeks and just TAKING me. Grabbing my hips, then my tits. Pinching my nipples, watching as I arch my back and hear my screams as I cum viciously. Feeling his cock swell as he pumps his cum into my already dripping cunt.

Don’t even get me started on taking a shower. The steam filling the room as I grab a handful of hair and force his face into my pussy. Fucking his tongue until I squirt. My water mixing with the hot shower.

*sigh*