My Bloggy Wog

I am on the couch, staring at the ceiling with my legs drawn up to my chest, and I am trying to ignore my wet pussy.

As I pull my dress over my left knee and pull my panties to the side to expose myself, I lick my finger, reach down and touch. 

My lips are full and my finger slides between them. Moving down, I apply pressure and slather myself over my finger. So smooth … my clitorous is big, tender, exposed. 

I am too aroused to be gentle… to take it slow…

I have pins and needles; intense throbbing, a hardening and intermittent tingling in my groin. It is a desperate feeling of simultaneously wanting to take you in my mouth, of wanting to be bent over and fucked dangerously, of wanting to drag your head to my open cunt.

There are only so many ways I can say I want to be fucked by you.

So many common cliches…

Believe me when I say I want to be fucked slowly, passionately, dispassionately, with abandonment, deeply, intermittently, quickly and hard.