prettyawful

Sometimes I waste HOURS sitting around being absolutely so horny.

....there is nothing I can do to appease it. I am half the world away from my lover. I have no privacy where I am and when I do get space. It's just still not enough. My finger nails are extra long lately. I find pleasure in scratching them down things or dragging them up the fleshy backs of my caffs. I find myself feeling up cold concrete walls with my sweaty anxious palms as I walk up stair wells and maybe not wearing any panties when I know I should. I can feel the low cut tight top of my dress press against my breast showing off how plump and full they are, I can barely stop myself from scratching my finger nails across the tops of my cleavage. There is a boy in one of my classes and his girlfriend is gone for the summer so we eat lunch together and talk about art and missing the ones we love. Neither of us has mentioned how unbelievably sexually high strung we both are. I think we both know it tho. He is very very careful not to get to close to me when we sit down or when we share an umbrella. I notice how his eyes never wander any where except for my eyes like its a mission not to look. What I good boy, I think. His girl must really love him. This make me think of mine. I wonder if he is sharing umbrellas and not looking on mission not looking. Then I think about dirty things, my mind shifts quickly. I feel like a fifteen year old boy. It's so distracting and keeps me awake at night, rubbing my knees against each other. I hate waiting. I hate it. I can't wait for the day he throws me down, knocks my knees apart and pins down my arms above my head and just does it, ohh my gawd here I go... I am about to loose hours of work time thinking about raunchy sex. In the kitchen, on the bed, over the couch, open windows, dark alleys, public places omg omgomgomgodkjflkjfowif ahfaj

grrr.

please please

jeez jeez jeez

AWFUL, LUVz