Hungry

I'm feeling hopelessly, insatiably horny. Every breath that I take in, only seems to fuel the desperate yearning.

Rick is working late today. It will be several hours before hes home to quench me.

My mind is filled with naughty thoughts, each one more exciting than the last.

I want to be naked and rub oil on my body, skin drinking in the mositure, body drinking in the pleasure of the sensation, slicked and ready for anything that may come my way.

I want to be spanked, bitten, and pinched. Red hot skin, branded by my lover, will remind my eyes of the delectable sensations as the tingling dims and makes room for more.

I want to model for the camera. To have a photo of my lips on his cock, his load on my tongue, my swollen breasts with erected nipples. I want to pose as he tells me, doing anything he asks.

I want to be talked dirty to. I want him to call me his dirty little whore and to be told to suck him as he holds my head by my hair. I want to see the dirty snicker on his face as he orders me to do as he sees fit.

I want to talk dirty to him too. I want to tell him to fuck my pussy, that his dick feels so good. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I want to fuck. To be fucked. I want it all.

I feel like a cat in heat.

10 more hours until Rick gets home. Feel my pain.