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You Have No Idea…

You, there in the passing car…there in the seat next to me…yes, you…you have no idea what crosses my mind throughout the day…

Oh, His cock in my mouth, shooting cum down my throat. The taste, the smell, the feel. Does He know how much I crave it?

My pussy throbs and tightens. I want to touch myself right now. Would anyone notice?

I love the look in His eyes, the stoniness of a Dominant man in full form. He scares and thrills me at the same time. What does He see when He looks at me like that?

Fill my ass, please Sir. Fucking my tight little hole, stretched and abused for your pleasure only. May I please cum, Sir?

She’s pretty. I like her tits. Would He let me kiss her if I asked nicely? Would she?

Hurt me. Bite me. Scratch me. Spank me. Bruise me. Mark me. I crave the visible proof that I belong to You. Does it excite You to hurt me?

If you looked over at me right now, you’d have no idea what dirty little thoughts live in my mind – thoughts He inspires, thoughts He demands. You think I’m a sweet woman, a serious professional, a little vanilla…you have no idea.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


    • I’m always shocked that nobody guesses that side of me…they think I’m just my normal self and that the reason I smile so much is because I’m in love (which I am)…if they only knew…lol

  • that sort of thing can go both ways..when you see a non-descript ‘soccer mom’ , secretary,, or even a grandmother–you may thinks she;s a certain thing or way—as someone may see you— but people have no idea what’ might be simmering to a boil inside !
    {p.s.–I’m the grandma–youngish, but a grandma nonetheless}

    • I think I always knew that, but until I began to live a sort of double-life myself, I never gave it much thought…I walk around now, people-watching, wondering what kind of kink they’re into…and feeling sorry for anyone who doesn’t have a kinky side to explore…lol

  • I call the one hiding under the surface “the other me.” She’s been hiding all my life and I’m just getting to the point where I am letting her into my relationships, letting her break through into the vanilla little by little.

    • It’s taken me a few years but I’m much more comfortable in my skin than I used to be…that part of me isn’t hiding under the surface quite as much…and it is more liberating than I can describe. It just takes time…:)

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