It could be because I haven't had sex for a few weeks, or maybe it's just something in the air. All I seem to think about lately is hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair, clothes being torn off in the heat of passion, the frenzy of pheromone induced fucking. I'm like a cat in heat with my ass in the air. It's just ridiculous. I'm not usually like this, at least not this bad and not since I was 16. I don't know what to do with myself, with at least a week before the potential of getting laid exists. I need it. I don't just want it, I NEEEEEEED it.

If I were to get laid, I would lie at his feet purring for hours. I would sit on his lap with a glazed look in my eyes, smelling and feeling and coming down. I've had orgasms lately, of course I have, but the orgasm I would have with a cock in my pussy would bring God down from heaven (if such a creature existed).

Even now, the breath catches in my throat. The desire washes over me again, the one that takes me to porn sites and sex pages searching for the perfect photo or story to get me off. It has the be the right type of non-consensual story. I hate when the girl gives in or gets turned on - it's the struggle that makes me hot. It's the fear, the kicking of feet, the rough hands and feeling of being overwhelmed. This is dangerous territory... and I'm giving in.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, January 29, 2006.