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...