Afternoon Delight

He knows where she's going as she's leaving

She is headed for the cheatin' side of town

So you send me off to lunch, off to meet him, with three little words...

"Think of me"

Perhaps when I climb into his lap and his big paws slide up under my shirt and grip my waist I'll wonder if you would do the same. When his thumbs graze my hard nipples and then twist I'll imagine that they are yours. I'll wonder if you'd prefer to undress me yourself, or stand back and watch as I strip for you.

When those same hands spread my thighs and hold me down I'll moan. When his tongue flicks my clit and my back arches in pleasure I'll certainly wonder if you would enjoy lapping up my honey. When he slides in one, two, three fingers and then brings them to my mouth for me to taste perhaps you will cross my mind.

My long blond hair might be the curtain I need when I suck his cock. I might breath in his scent and think of you. Long hair tickling his muscled thighs. Perhaps you would guide me with your hand on the back of my neck, or twisted in the length of my hair. As I take him deeper and deeper into the back of my throat I might wonder how far I could take you down.

Maybe when he slides his long cock into me and begins to rock I can close my eyes and fade to you. Think about your cock, that beautiful cock. Your cock with the cum sliding out of it that I want so badly to lick. Maybe it is easier to imagine it is you fucking me when he has me on all fours and can't see my face. Easier perhaps to bite my lip as I cum to keep from calling out your name.

Maybe I'll have his cum for lunch and I'll wonder what yours tastes like. Maybe it will be soaking my panties. I might close my eyes as he pulls me in for a kiss and think of you. Possibly I will imagine what it would be like to be your lovergirl.

Perhaps as I drive back to you I will have my own three little words for you....

"As you wish"

Naughty

It's probably no surprise when I say that as a little girl I was always defiant and too sassy for my own good. Being told no only made me want it more. What was good was bad. What was bad was good. When I was five years old I climbed into the front seat of an old pick up truck and socked my bigger brother. My mother promptly pulled me out of the truck and put me over her knee for a spanking. I waited until we were all back in the car before looking her in the eye and saying "That didn't hurt". You can imagine what happened next. Once a sass always a sass.

When he asks me to come to him in little girl ponytails and I show up with my long hair down and loose surely I am pushing the limits.

When he has his hands around my throat and asks whose whore I am and I don't answer I must be challenging restraint.

When he tells me to get down on my knees and suck him off and I look him in the eye and reply "make me" surely I expect the slap across my face.

And when I look him defiantly in the eye and say "That didn't hurt" surely I deserve to be bent over his knee and spanked.

What's bad is oh so good.

The Devil Made Me Do It

So handsome, tell me...

What are you going to say to your friends when they find one of my long blond hairs on your shirt? Or when they ask why your fingers smell like pussy.

What are you going to tell your wife when she asks what those scratches are on your back? How are you going to explain to your girlfriend what my lipstick is doing on your cock?

What is your excuse for being late to work? Or why you are home so late? When the boss asks who you are talking to what will you say? Why is your shirt misbuttoned and your hair messed up?

How are you going to explain the trashy lingerie purchase or the sleazy motel receipt? What do you say when you are at dinner and you find my panties in your pocket?

What are you going to do when I show up with no panties, a smile, and come fuck me pumps and you're expected to be somewhere else?

How are you going to explain away calling out my name when you cum with her?

If I were you I'd start thinking about your excuses now.

You're going to need them.

Naked

I was given a heads up that Pocket Secrets had been reviewed by Your Girlfriend's Diary "A Thinking Man's Guide to Erotic Female Blogs" and after going to see for myself I have to say DAMN this boy did his homework. He nailed yours truly perfectly. In short, I couldn't have said it better myself. He's peeled away my layers and left me naked. Of course that is exactly the way I like to be.
XX,
A. Secret

Used

I used him.

I used him to remind me why I am here.
I used him to remind me why I do what I do.
I used him to remind me what I am.

I let him slide his fingers up into my short shorts and finger me in the wide open. I didn't hesitate when he undid those shorts and turned me around over the car and yanked them down to the ground. I let him push me down and bend me over. I didn't stop him when I heard him undo his pants or when I felt his rock hard cock brush up against my ass. I only smiled when he rammed his cock into me out there in the wide open, in front of the world going by.

I used him to remind me why I am here.
I used him to remind me why I do what I do.
I used him to remind me what I am.

The control was mine when I climbed on top of him and rocked to the rhythm I needed. I let my head fall back and I allowed myself to slip back into the role that fits me so well. I used him to take me where I belonged. I used his cock to ground me and make me remember. I didn't kiss him, didn't meet his gaze, pushed away his hands. This was for me. To remind me. I let the pleasure swell through me, riding it, remembering the reasons. And when I came it was just for me. I let it bring me back to where I need to be. I am a slut. A whore. A secret.

This is why I am here.
This is why I do what I do.
This is what I am.