Can’t you hear me howling? I am bellowing at the top of my voice – why won’t someone answer my primal call?
Why won’t someone FUCK me? Fuck me hard, fuck me rough, fuck me forward, backwards, sideways. Fuck me until I’m sore and smirking. Fuck me until the floodgates open wide and I gush. Fuck me until I sob.
Can’t you see I need it? Can’t you read the raw hunger in my eyes? Do you not see the creamy drool spilling forth from my trembling lips, coating fingers, panties, toilet seats and virtually everything else I come into contact with? I need it.
What about you sir? Or you over there? I am not picky, okay not that picky. (Picky enough that I told the 60 year old no. But hey, can you blame me? His ad said he was 48!)
What about you there, what did you say? You’re married? Perfect. It is highly likely you are horny as hell yourself and haven’t had sex in six months.
I don’t mind if there is a wife. Hell, she can join us. I don’t care if there is a legion of sister wives. Just as long as they are willing and someone brings a strap on, I’m cool with it.
I am beyond hope, beyond the ability to quell this warm, gushing flood.
I am roiling in my own need. And I just can’t take it any more. I must be filled, stroked, slapped, fingered, licked, sucked, nibbled, and pounded until I am tender and yielding, spewing moisture and dirty words.
And don’t tell me to use a toy, for chrissakes.
I need touch.
Skin pressed against skin, hungry mouths on shuddering parts, probing, curious fingers delving into whatever holes they find.
You don’t have to love me. But I am guessing when you’re done thrusting deep into my velvety tight tunnel, you might just have a lil crush. 😉
I am a good Pussy. I am a warm and giving Pussy.
Won’t someone please come and make me purr?