My mind constantly moves, rolls, travels all while doing the most mundane tasks. Today, throughout my day at work, the most random thoughts came to mind…
I allowed my need to overcome me today and masturbated in the ladies room. Even after I cleaned my hands, I could still smell myself. Every time I caught the whiff of my own scent, I became wetter. It was delicious.
I thought about tapping my g-spot (named River – appropriate, no?). I thought about how soft, wet, and hot my pussy can be. Moisture seeped into my panties.
I wondered, since I can smell my scent so clearly, can my co-workers smell it when they come into my office? That thought made me drip.
I imagined sucking cock – my tongue gliding up and down, sucking the head, nibbling down the shaft, using my hot, wet mouth to tease mercilessly. And then being fucked in the mouth, hard.
I brought to mind the perfect thing to wear for a night out – loose, low-cut blouse, a bra that brings my tits up to my chin, a tight skirt that creeps up every time I sit down, thigh high stockings, and come-fuck-me heels. Imagine the fucking that would result from a night out in that.
I remembered the sound of my cries, moans, whimpers, and screams when I come. I thought about how my back arches and my body trembles and quivers – reaching, searching for release. My pussy throbbed.
I conjured up the image of my soft, wet, wide mouth kissing his neck, down his chest, over his stomach until I find his cock, covered in pre-cum – my soft, pink tongue licking up every drop before taking it in my hot mouth.
By the time I left the office tonight, I walked on shaky legs with a quivering pussy…