the air has changed and i can smell it. the date has been set and the waiting has been going on for a very long time. the anticipation is the foreplay and the meeting up will be the climax. the unknown is what tantalizes me and what i do know arouses me.

i had the shittiest of mondays today. i am not one to complain too much but this was utter shit.

when dusk hit i stripped the two pieces of clothing i had on. my new working from home uniform may be just panties or panties and a “leave nothing to the imagination” tank top. the shower ran as i gathered towels. i scrubbed and washed away this day, leaving it swirling down the drain.

my mind was already set on porn and masturbation. i was hoping someone would entertain my hearing senses and vivid imagination but alas i was left to my own vices. when i watch porn it has to be it has to be real. i don’t need much since my mind gets over stimulated so very easily. i watch and watch. i lay there in the dark with my legs slightly spread and pushing against my panties. i can feel the wetness pooling as i watch more and more. i wait and wait. i don’t touch myself at all as i watch and occasionally i will squirm, wet my lips or bite my lower lip.

what i watch is what i want. what do i want? lately it’s cock buried deep inside of me. it’s feeling a man cum inside of me, him fingering me with his cum till i come violently. it’s being beneath him as he overpowers me and takes me. it’s melting into lust and letting him have his way with me. i am easy.

writing about it quickens my breath. thinking about it makes me tense my thighs. closing my eyes displays this scene of viral lust with the violence of scratching, biting and grabbing. i want to bite into his shoulder as he fucks me. i want to dig my nails into his back as he cums inside of me. i want him to know it was real and see the proof when he stares into the mirror.

i want it all and i want more.

yes, there is something in the air.

i can tell when i haven’t been writing like i should be when i log into my wordpress account to find the dashboard has completely changed on me. i guess life does not stand still when i am not moving *wink* (sarcasm placed here).

all though frequent sex has not been squeezed into my now intense work schedule. i have managed to get myself into trouble by having frequent amounts of phone sex throughout my down time. during  my last call he experienced my multiple orgasms one after another. he didn’t know what was going on and questioned why my coming sounded so strained.

“well” panting, “i just had multiple orgasms” panting, “three of them”.

i am sure as a man hearing that from a nymphomatic woman, drew the joker’s grin on his face. i can only imagine now what he will try when we join forces. our conversation went on again. i was calming down from what felt like an intense three mile run. he kept talking to me. we have had so many conversations and i am pretty sure he continued with the the bit i am fixated on, his cum inside of me. he wanted to finger fuck me with our come and use it as lube to get me off. the thought, the talk, the vivid images in my mind caused another set of multiple orgasms with two and i was squeaking in a much higher pitch. these talks make the waiting that much more difficult.

it’s funny. when i am a predator i have all the patience in the world. i am waiting way before my prey even knows i am waiting for them. however, in this case i am impatient and need to fuck now. it’s unbearable but i know in the end worth the frustration.