thinking about you...

I often wonder what you look like, sat there at your computer, reading my blog.

Some of you read me at work, I know, and that continues to intrigue me - the idea that you'd read an explicit sex blog whilst at work, your excitement at reading my words presumably intensified by the wickedness of it all, of dipping into my blog when there's a chance of being discovered, of being caught reading, sexually aroused, deliciously wet. Maybe you fantasise about what might happen if someone caught you - maybe it would be someone at the office you've always wanted to touch, to fuck. Do you masturbate right there at your desk? Maybe you read enough to arouse you, and then find somewhere relatively private where you can bring yourself to a delightful orgasm. Is that what you do? I'd love to know.

Maybe you have a laptop - do you read my blog in bed? Do you take me to bed with you? Do you imagine I'm there in bed with you, caressing you, touching you, stroking you, fucking you? Do you lay down when you're reading? On your tummy? On your back? Do you lay back and masturbate as you read my words, finding just what you need to take you there, coming gorgeously, your fingers rubbing hard around your clit? Maybe you have a vibrator - do you use that when you read my words? Is it deep inside you, right now? Are you fucking yourself with your vibrator right now, thinking about me, thinking about my cock deep inside you, wanting me to cum deep and hard in your cunt, filling you up, spurting all my cum again and again inside you, until you can't hold back any longer and you come, intensely, all over the vibrator - is that what you're doing right now? I wonder about these things - it turns me on deliciously to imagine you, thinking about you reading, thinking about how aroused you are.

Maybe, like me, you have a computer at your desk at home. Are you alone when you read my blog? Or do you have a partner, and maybe read secretly when he's out, or in bed, bringing yourself as quietly as you can to an intense orgasm, hoping you won't be discovered? Or maybe you live alone, or have your own private room, and can lazily explore the archives as long as you like, getting yourself hotter and hotter, until you cum, hard, any way you want to. Is that what you do? Are you naked at your computer? Or do you just slip your hand down inside your panties and masturbate deliciously, fully dressed? Are you doing that now?

I'd love to discover you like that. I'd love to find you there, wanting me, needing me to fuck you, masturbating gorgeously, reading my words, touching yourself. I'd want to watch you play, to watch you come... loving how good you look, loving how my words turn you into such a delightfully dirty girl, so wet, so aroused. My dirty little slut. I'd want to fuck you, very much.

I'd love to bend you over your sofa right now... maybe tying your wrists behind your back, your skirt up around your waist, and I'd thrust my cock deep inside you from behind, my cock sliding all the way into your dripping wet cunt. You'd be so turned on from reading my words, from being discovered masturbating - maybe you'd want it playfully rough - I know you like to think about that sometimes.

And I'd know that. I'd know that's what you wanted tonight. So I'd fuck you hard, just the way you wanted it. I'd grab your hair and pull your head back as I slammed my cock into you, into your dripping wet cunt, again and again and again, fucking you so deep, groaning with each thrust, reminding you what a dirty, filthy little slut you are, asking you if you wanted it hard, wanted my cock to pound harder into your cunt, and you'd gasp with pleasure, telling me you wanted that so much, begging me to fuck you hard, ohh god so hard, and I wouldn't be able to hold back any longer...

I'd groan with intense pleasure, telling you I was cumming, cumming deep in your cunt, and you'd feel my cock pulsating over and over again, and you'd scream with pleasure as I came urgently deep inside you, my hot cum spurting and spurting into your cunt, again and again and again, flooding you, filling your cunt, and you'd come then, intense, frantic, all over my pulsating erection, your juices pouring down the length of my throbbing cock, your body convulsing, coming so hard, your wetness drenching my cock... god...

I'd love that.

I want to fuck you, right now...