It's all I think about anymore: What it must feel like. Pushing in. Spreading me wide. I know it's a matter of time before I give in and rock my hips over one. I can think of little else. I'm a woman and it's time to admit a woman has needs.
This was my penis. This little nub. And now it's condensed into my obsession. My clit that I can't get enough of. The button that leads me to the edge and over, while at the same time making me feel so empty I could burst. Oh fuck this body is so good. Too good. It's not going to make it out of this week before getting fucked. I just know. I've been flirting with Tom. He's my roommate but for some reason I don't care. He doesn't mind either. I saw the way he stared when I walked back to my room without a towel. Tonight I'll leave the towel in the bathroom. I've heard the girls he brings home. They scream all night. I can hear their moans echoing through my mind. I know my tiny little voice will soon match theirs. I stand looking at the girl in the bathroom mirror wondering what kinds of sounds he will he draw out of her. I need to see her. I need to see her get fucked. I've already set up the cameras. I even bought condoms. But I already know we aren't going to use them. Still something about having them fills me with a comfortable deniability. Oh fuck. I'm so close. So close to coming. . . and so close to getting what I desperately want.