ginacherry

In the middle of a fucking sentence about modernity and all that crap, he happened to pass me by This is always a danger to me, becuase I am easily distracted by the swagger of a confident son of a bitch. I just can't help it, part of me wants to put him in his place and part of my wants to feel him from the inside. This duality in me fractures me constalty....do I want to be fucked? Or do I fuck him....I have always been this way...sometimes I think I may have a little extra testoserone in me than your average girl...I don't mind.....I don't mind contemplating what it would feel like to be able to enter you......all wetness sourrounding my large swollen member...so happily lapping up the pocket of your secret space......but then I am interepted by the greedy need to be fucked.....to feel it inside....to melt at his every thrust.....fuck I melt...even in this chair..as I sit here in the library for the last fucking 4 hours..I still melt...with all these thoughts in my head. I WISH I COULD say.....whisper...come with me to the girls bathroom to steal away a kiss....steal away a feel...I will let your probing fingers between my thighs....if you let me just smell the back of your neck.....fell the warmth of your skin..and that beautiful buldge I wish I was mine.,....FUCKING back to MODERNITY....life goes on.....