Sometimes my sexual urges turn into needs. I always submit to my needs...
I am a bad girl. A needy, sex hungry, dirty girl. Sometimes just sitting somewhere like a coffee shop, innocently drinking my tea can cause the most rampant of sexual scenarios. I go through the possibilities in my mind. How big would his cock be? Would she have a shaven cunt? I wonder if he knows how to eat pussy?
I sit and I think. I think and I fantasize. I fantasize and I get wet. I get very, very wet.
Occasionally I get to the point where I need to act. I need to find out the answers to the questions that my mind seeks. I need to suck or fuck. As I said, I am a bad, needy, sexy hungry dirty girl.
Today is the day. Now is the time. And he is my mark.
Across from me sits a very sexy man who is reading a paper without the slightest inkling of the dirtiness that is crossing my mind regarding him. He is tall, over 6 feet, dark hair, deep green eyes. He is muscular and well conditioned. Oh, so well conditioned. His bulge in his pants indicates that he would be very well endowed. *licks lips* Yes, VERY well endowed indeed. He looks up and his eyes meet mine. I do not look away, instead I raise one eyebrow and continue to stare, taking a sip of my drink and then licking my lips - all while staring right at him. The bulge grows. Target acquired.
I begin to bounce my leather boot clad foot back and forth, slowly, while keeping my gaze on him. The dirtiest of thoughts running through my mind. Wondering how he would taste. Wondering how quickly I could make him cum. Wondering if his cock would bottom out in my tight cunt making me scream in pain and pleasure. Wondering about him.
He gestures to me in a way that asks, silently, "can I come sit by you?" I shake my head and bunch up my nose to indicate, "no, stay there." He looks confused and a bit surprised. Good, I like you unbalanced.
I continue drinking my tea and staring at him. He goes back to reading his paper, but shifts uncomfortably in his chair. Good, right where I want you. He looks up at me every so often, and I continue, relentlessly, staring.
For maybe 10 minutes more I drink my tea and tap my foot. Switching my crossed legs seductively and slowly once or twice. Did you notice there are no panties on under my skirt? I think you did. I know you did. The bulge tells me you did.