Lustful Musings

I want you again.
You're like a drug and I'm the hopeless addict who is constantly jonzing for another fix as my toy buzzes against my swollen clit.
I hate you for it. I adore you for it. I hate myself for feeling so wanton and so needy yet I'm eager to play the whore just to feel you inside me once again.
If I gyrate just right against this toy I'm currently using as I pen down these thoughts for others to read, I can almost imagine it's your fingers that are bringing me to yet another climax; feel my muscles constrict and hear your voice demanding I tell you I'm about to cum again.
Which is why as my naked body is bathed in the light of my computer screen, I whisper softly, obeying your command even as you sleep on the other side of the city that yes, dear God yes, I'm going to cum again.
I want to lay totally bound and at your mercy as you push my body to the very limit, crave the feel of your fingers in my ass as I suck your cock and garner those delicious moans you make under your breath.
I want you inside of me again. I'm so greedy and selfish, constantly wanting to feel your lips and fingers inside and on me. Trying to recall the timbre of your voice as you command me to keep touching myself, or telling me it's alright to climax.
What other things would I like to try, you ask me? My mind is so preoccupied with just being with you that I can't think of a response...this is what you do to me.
Pride will not allow me to say it aloud, but I want to try a Master/slave relationship.
I want to fuck you sometimes outside while the world passes by, oblivious to what we're doing.
I want to suck your cock while you're driving me to your house.
I want to feel your nails down my back while mine do the same to yours, feel my legs locked around your waist as you bury yourself deep inside of me.
God, just the thought of you yanking my hair, pulling my hair back and biting my throat while you pound inside of me has me soaking wet.
My toy is soaked, my clit is throbbing and still I keep on as these thoughts flood my mind.
The feel of your cum dripping out of my ass made me feel so dirty, so filthy and yet so sexy.
The way you urged me to touch myself, my fingers moving in and out of my soaked pussy as cars drove by, risking being seen, knowing you were watching...there it is again, yet another orgasm to blame you for.
Being on top of you, looking down at your face as I rubbed my wet, hot skin against you. Eyes closed and wondering for a moment what you were thinking.
Maybe someday, you'll bring out my dominant side and I can have you writhing beneath me, begging me as you have me so often.
Maybe I will be the one to fuck you, push you over the edge and fall asleep as I watch you and admire the fruits of my labor.
I want to fuck you in front of people, oh..wouldn't that be so wickid? Pushed down on my knees to suck your cock while they watch in shock and even...dare I say it? Lust.
Drowning out the sounds of the other couple as we compete to see how many orgasms we can squeeze out of me while they try to do the same. We would win, I think.
I can see them clinging to one another as I do the same to you..she and I forced on our hands and knees and kissing as we're fucked from behind by our respective lovers.
Would that excite you? To sit back and watch as she and I wrestle one another to the floor? To see that primal and agressive part of me come out and tower over her smaller form, bringing her to climax again and again?
Her eyes wide as she screams as I pinch her nipples, bite them, suck them as you do so often with mine?
God I'm so horny and wet again...and it's all your fault.
Would it excite you to watch another man fuck me as I'm looking at you, pleading for you to join in?
To watch me writhe and moan, soaking him and the floor only to have you suddenly reach out and drag me away.
Both of us tearing into one another, biting and clawing so that every mark serves as a reminder of yet another satisfying encounter as I whimper your name.
Yes, I've wanted to scream your name, hear you whisper mine as you're about to cum.
And yet I can never say these things out loud; I feel silly or worry that it's not exciting enough. Stupid how that is, right?
Dear God, I think this is a record as I pull out my toy and admire how wet it is. Strange how the sight of my release excites me..perhaps it is because of the thoughts that made it possible.
Maybe I'll try to write how I feel when you touch me, as I touch myself? Post every thought, feeling, urge and desire you bring out of me as you play with me, tease me and torment me.
Mmm...now I think I need another bath