I had fantasies about holding you down—face down.
And pulling your pants over the curve of your ass.
And sliding those slutty panties down just out of the way.
And finding that hot little wet pussy betraying you.
No you say?
Then why can I enter you with my fingers like this?
Tell me no.
Call me a fucker while I hold you down.
Tell me you hate it when you're moving your hips.
I hear you.
But I'm not listening.
Shhhhhh!
You're such a fucker. Do that again. I'm feeling slutty today.
Oh fuck fuck fuck. Exactly what I want. Damn you! *whimpering*
DTG xxoo
Funny, I had this fantasy just ten minutes ago. Is your name God? Because that is what I called Him when I came.
Whew, flirting in comments. I must be in a mood!
I don't know that I'm a god, but just to play it safe until we find out... I think you should have no other blogs before mine.
Now *that* was hot and to the damn point.
Ah, soulless, what about those that have come before you?
Surely they deserve my worship too.
If they were worthy of worship, than I am honored to have a place among them. ;)