Yes This Post Is About You

I wonder....

I wonder about your kiss. Will that first kiss be hesitant and soft, or will all this pent up longing turn it into a fervent against the wall kind of crush? Will you taste like coffee, or mint, or lust? Will your hands be clutching my hips and pulling me tighter into you? Or twisted up in my hair keeping my face to yours longer?

I wonder if you'll be able to read the thoughts in my eyes. To know in that brief instant when our eyes lock that I am telling you that I want you. That I need you inside of me. Now. Will you touch me where only your words have before? Will you keep those windows to the soul open as your cockhead parts the lips of my pussy for the very first time?

I wonder what you'll smell like when I finally have you as mine. Like man I am sure. Woodsy, clean. Like leather. Or earth. Solid. Will you get goosebumps as I work my way down your body, sniffing your skin and tasting your flesh? A lick of your nipple, a nibble of your lip, a bite of your inner thigh. Good enough to eat I imagine.

I wonder what it will feel like being with you. What the stubble on your chin will feel like against my tender little places. If it will feel safe being in your hands. Comfortable being in your arms. How it will feel when we can finally have what we want. What will I feel with that first thrust of your hard cock? Will we feel like crying or laughing?

I wonder about how it will be, us together. Skin to skin, bone to bone, sex against sex. Will it be nasty? Urgent and hard? Fucking. Will you be forceful and demanding, obliging me when I growl for harder and deeper? Grinding and groaning, getting off on the finally of it all. Or will it be breakably gentle, painstakingly tender? Making love. Each movement slow and deliberate, thoughtful. Sweet release with the finally of it all.

I wonder if you know how badly I'd love the answers.

Surrender

You try so hard to give me up.

You can't stop thinking about my eager little mouth and my begging baby blues. You try to put my full tits and my dangerous curves out of your mind. Forget that I am begging for you to kiss me, to fuck me, to cum for me. It's completely out of your control. The Devil made you do it. And she's not wearing panties.

You tell yourself you'll stay away.

Yet conscience laden promises are tossed aside with the pants you can't get off fast enough. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. What mortal could resist such devious temptation, the naked flesh offered up. A veritable feast for your eyes. Last supper between my thighs. I make it oh so easy for you to be bad.

You swear each time will be your last.

Close your eyes when I lower my head into your lap. It's okay to groan when I work my tongue around the head of your rock hard cock. Call me a dirty girl for spitting on your manhood and working you with my fist. Tilt your head back and pray that you don't cum too quickly. The sin is already in motion handsome. You might as well get your monies worth out of it. After all, You are just a man, and I am just a whore.

Just one more time you say.

You'll get that itch scratched. Your rocks off. Your addiction quenched. There are so many ways you can have me, and so many things to try. Bring it baby. Show me how nasty you can get. Fuck me how you want to, where you want to, with whom you want to. Now's your chance to mark me, to claim me, to ruin me for all who come after you. Give me all you've got.

Fuck me like you're never going to see me again.

10-4

Most of the time I enjoy being sassy. Smarting off, hands on my hips, dare in my eye. Make me. Go ahead and try. We'll see about that Stud. It's not that I'm doing so to a man who'll let me get away with it. Quite the contrary actually. It's just that I enjoy what the provoking brings about. Determining just how far I can push before he goes over...and takes me with him.

There are those times though when the tone of the telling begs caution. When the look in his eyes leaves no doubt as to his seriousness. My instincts implore me to take heed. This was one of those days.

He made a simple request of me. So simple that no room was left for my protests. I was to show off to the truckers all along my route to him. I'd done it before at his request and my own needy urges. This time he wanted my panties off, my skirt too if necessary, and my legs splayed wide. He instructed me to make sure that I was giving the good old boys a good view. Whether I wanted to or not. Something in the tone of his voice had me uncharacteristically obliging.

I enjoy driving fast, always searching far ahead for the easiest path to uniterrupted speed. But not today. I had orders. I waited for the first stoplight to look over to my right and catch the eye of the driver next to me. Smiling I reach under my skirt and tug my panties down my thighs and off. That earns me a jaw drop. As I hike up my short skirt so it sits at my waist the light changes green. Your loss, the next guy's gain. At cruising speed I can get side by side, matching speed and teasing longer. My fingers go into my mouth and then down onto my clit to wetten it. Rubbing and scooching further forward into my seat, head back. I dip into myself over and over, thinking of the cock that will soon replace my fingers. I look over to my new found friends to make sure they are watching, as I do so love to be watched. Mostly though I am lost in the throbbing, lost in the lust, lost in the exhibitionism.

Which is why it took me much longer than necessary to notice that his car was in my rear view mirror.

He was not waiting for me at the end of my journey but rather following along behind me. I stifled a scream and panicked for an instant. So used to my defiance was he that he took it upon himself to make sure I was doing as he asked. As he'd told. For miles he'd followed me, oblivious, slutty me, enjoying the show I was putting on while he too watched. He'd noted the stares, the big rigs honks, and sudden brake lights. He'd watched these men drool, watched me tease them, and relished in the fact that he'd very soon have his hands on the thing these men were only jerking off to later.

And with each reaction I'd received I was unknowingly earning good girl points in his book.

Some days it pays to behave.