Sex on the brain

As the sexual being that I am, thinking more like I have a dick than a vagina, if you know what I mean. I often find myself, lost in erotic daydreams. Sometimes completely random, uninspired. Others, inspired by my surroundings. Something as innocent as a stranger, reaching past me in the supermarket to grab something off a shelf. Their arm, inches away from my neck. Maybe I’ll imagine them wrapping their arm around my neck and passionately pulling me in close. That’s just the beginning of the daydream! So basically, I’m just walking around all of the time, horny, wet, and ready to be ****d by strangers. I’m not sore on the eyes and I’m easy to get along with. Guys try to fuck me everywhere I go. I have no shortage of booty calls, one night stands or potential suitors. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be ****d. That’s not the fantasy really. It’s more about a stranger with a mutual at-first-sight attraction. For example, I’m walking down the street, looking my best and I pass a man walking in the opposite direction. Our eyes meet and we exchange a smile. He is not necessarily gorgeous(I have a bit of a thing for the quirky underdog). He just has to have something that attracts me. Like me, his mind goes right to taking me. Just as we pass each other, he turns around. I’m still walking away and he comes up behind me. He puts his arms around me, around my arms and my waist. As he hustles me into the alley, he sucks and bites my neck. We get into the alley and he turns me around. Pushing me against the wall in one swift motion. He grabs my chin firmly and kisses me. “Shhhhhhh” he says, as he holds me against the wall with his forearm across my neck and chest. He aggressively undoes his belt and pants and pulls out his delightfully thick cock. He shoves his hand up my sluty skirt and rips my panties and puts his fingers into my pussy and rubs my juice all over my lips. He picks me up and puts his cock inside me, slowly at first. He puts his hand on my throat and tells me shhhhh once more. He puts a little more pressure on my throat and starts fucking me hard. I start to moan and he covers my mouth… Oops, look at me getting sidetracked in my fantasies again! It shouldn’t surprise me that even most douchy guys wouldn’t risk a **** charge on the chance the girl might want it. However, I’m pretty sure I’ve got my come “come fuck me eyes” mastered. So how is it that I’ve never had an experience quite like this. Also, how might I encourage it to happen, I wonder… Sometimes I want someone to k**nap me and just throw me a tank with a bunch of sex deprived prisoners to have their way with me… I sure like to be dominated, sigh…


~ Kate Williams ~
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