Here's what I'm thinking...

I just wasn't myself tonight, I know.

It has been three weeks...and I feel this tight coil in the pit of my stomach...a tightening of my sex...the desperate, half-crazed desire to have you hurt me and fill me until I no longer feel a part of this world...and I WANT TO COME. Not like I come when I play with my pussy and think of what you do to me. I want to come with earth-shattering-leg-shaking-pussy-clenching orgasms that only you can give me. And that's what I was thinking about while I was keeping to myself...

You brushed your hand against my ass casually...and my mind went to you throwing me up against the nearest tree, tearing my jeans off, and shoving your hard cock in me...if you want to know what I was really thinking about tonight.

You were so close...and I couldn't have you...YET.

So close that my nipples ache for you to squeeze them until I cry out...

So close that my pussy floods at the sound of your voice...

So close that my clit swells and begs for your touch...

I could go on and on...but those are the highlights of my thoughts this evening knowing I get to have you in less than 12 hours...

Then, and only then, will I feel like myself...satiated and fucked.

A strange place...

Presently, we're in a strange place. Somewhere between lack of communication and lack of alone time, we've gotten out of sync. One evening last week we realized the lack of communication and have vowed to work on that. Unfortunately, the lack of alone time is out of our control.

It isn't that we aren't spending time together...far from it! It is just we aren't alone for more than a few minutes if that. Being in his presence makes me crave his touch like nothing I've ever felt. Though he frustrates me more than any man I've ever met, I want him more than anyone I've ever known! And having him close enough to touch but knowing that's the one thing I can't do has my mind working overtime. I'm imagining all of these deviant scenes where he takes me with complete disregard (and to the delight of) everyone around.

I fantasize about him constantly...dominating me...using me...hurting me...raping me... I crave him when I can't have him and want has been surpassed by my physical need for him.

My pussy literally pulses at the sound of his voice.

I can feel every nerve along every inch of my skin when he brushes past me.

The weight of his stare makes me weak and vulnerable to the point that I have to look away or look down to hide the sheer lust in my eyes.

At times like this, all I can think is how much I want to please him...how desperately I want his mouth on mine...and how much I love him...