Random Erotic Thoughts
ave you ever just wanted to fuck? I’m not talking about any of all that foreplay shit. I’m talking about straight fucking. I certainly have had my moments when all I wanted was a good fuck. I recall one moment, not long ago, and it started like this.
I had a hard ass day at work. The boss got on my last nerve. My coworkers were all on their cycles. At least that’s how it seemed because they all had an attitude. I was ready to get home. I pulled into the driveway and there she was standing at the door waiting for me. She smiled and I smiled back. Damn, I wanted her so bad, but too bad her ass had to go to work. Once I go downstairs to fix her lunch, she’ll be off to work for a long 12 hours.
I had to do something. I wanted sex so bad, I could feel the pressure building inside me, waiting to explode in an instant. My pussy wasn’t tryin’ to hear the bullshit about her going to work. I wanted to fuck and “not right now, baby” was not the right answer and was definitely not an option.
I ran upstairs to take a shower. After I showered and put on some baby lotion, I sat there on the bed thinking. What if I just put on a tight, short skirt without panties and went to her job? What if I rode shotgun with her and masturbated while she drove to work? What if I showed up at her job right at break time and demanded action? Fuck it, I can’t do that. I don’t want her to get fired, but I was really strategizing on how to overcome that overnight, gotta work shit. I put a dab of my Clinique perfume on my neck, shoulder, and wrists. That always drove her ass crazy.
I rubbed it in my hands and across my pussy, too. I could’ve fucked myself at that moment, but it’s not the same as having her inside me.
My pussy was so wet. I must have been horny as hell. Damn! That shit turned me on. I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my clit with such intensity that in just a few moments, I reached my breaking point. I was temporarily satisfied, but ultimate gratification could come only from her.
I sat there still thinking about her and how she holds me from the back when she walks up behind me. Then she would tell me how good I smelled and kiss my neck while grabbing my erect nipples. She could turn me on any time of the day.
Mentally, I was just saying to her “yes, yes, please fuck me.” But, I didn’t want just any kind of fuck. I wanted that fuck me hard, like your life depended on it kind of fuck. Or maybe that fuck me rough, like a gangster from the baddest neighborhood kind of shit. I could even go for the fuck me like you just got out of prison after ten years and a hot, wet pussy was all you wanted. I just wanted her to make me scream like a bitch.
Before my thoughts of the perfect, right now fuck were complete, she came upstairs to join me on the bed. She turned me around to face her. There she was before me in a pair of her Calvin Klein boxers, the ones I got her for Christmas.
“Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work,” I asked, knowing that I didn’t give a shit about a job at that moment.
Was I fucking nuts? I wanted her to stay, but I knew she had to go. All I could do was just simply look her up and down and imagine what could be going down in the next few minutes if I had my way. And then I saw it. She was wearing the “big boy.”
She started kissing me and I became an instant river of delight. She then started to rub my pussy. I pulled that beautiful, black ten inches long and three fingers wide strap-on out of those boxers. Fuck work, I thought. She’s about to get some serious overtime right now.
She continued to rub my wet pussy and then started biting my ear. With the deepest Brooklyn slang, she whispered in my ear.
“Why ya pussy so wet,” she said. “Were you thinkin’ ‘bout me?”
I wanted to respond, but my breathing was too intense, I couldn’t form even a single word. She was rubbing my pussy to the point I was almost about to cum hard.
“Yes, yes, baby,” I screamed. “I’m about to cum, baby.” Not yet. I wanted even more. I got down on my knees and took hold of her strap-on and sucked it. She always loved that shit. The way she was moaning, I thought she could really feel it. It may be just a mental thing with studs, but at that point, I didn’t give a shit. As long as she got hers, I was happy. I could tell she was about to cum. I already came twice so I was just waiting for her. It finally happened.
I stood up. We kissed again. She then turned me around and bent me over the bed. My head was facing the headboard and my hands were on the bed. In one quick motion, she put one of my legs in the air, just slightly above the top of the bed while the other leg still rested on the floor. My head rested on the mattress. She began teasing me with the strap-on, gently rubbing it up and down my pussy. I wanted to scream, “fuck me!”
“You want this, don’t you,” she said. I couldn’t help but wonder if she just simply read my mind and knew what the fuck I was thinking. I didn’t know if she really wanted an answer, so I didn’t say anything. She asked again.
“Yes, baby, please!”
“Are you begging for it?”
“Yes, shit, yes!”
She was extremely turned on and so was I. Before I knew it, she was inside me. I was so wet. She started out slowly, putting it in carefully, but I just simply wanted to fuck.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I shouted. “I don’t want that weak ass shit. Fuck me harder, baby!”
All of a sudden, she started going crazy inside me. That was what I needed. I started throwing the pussy right back at her. She was off the chain in my pussy, fucking me the way I liked it, doggy style. It felt so good.
“Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me, fuck me,” I said. She reached over to grab the pair of red crotchless panties I was going to put on and then put them in my mouth. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was let out incoherent screams. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Even with this, I just knew the neighbors could hear what was going on. I felt my legs getting weak. I couldn’t hold it much longer. She then put her left hand on my left shoulder and with her right hand, grabbed and pulled my hair. The strap-on was so deep in my pussy that I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t take it anymore. She thrusted harder and harder until I let out a scream that could have very well shook the whole neighborhood.
I gasped just enough air to let my her know that I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Baby, I’m cummming,” I screamed as loud as I could through the panties she put in my mouth. I fell to the bed in both satisfaction and exhaustion. That was the feeling I wanted and she gave it to me. She kissed me on the forehead, said good bye, and left for work. I went to sleep. Before she left for work, she left a note on the bed. It simply read: “Thanks for lunch. I look forward to breakfast.”