Oh no. . ..

Have you ever been so hot, so horny, so fucking wet, that you've drenched your panties?

I went to media lab and got teased by the guys. What ended up happening is that Ryan started to start shit. He said some shit that was inappropriate, but as I tried to fight him, he'd grab my wrists and pull them behind my back. He'd squeeze my hands so hard and spanked me. And I got wet. I got wet when I felt his hand hit my ass and his fingers twist my hands until it hurt and my pussy was on fire. And then he acted as if he'd flicked my nipple and I dared him and I was glad when he touched me.

He commanded me to put a condom in my panties and I didn't listen to him.

Lost in Translation

Here's a little fantasy that's been running through my mind. It'll never happen because I A.) Know the person and they'd never do it and B.) They're talking to a friend. Or were talking to them. (But I can still think this.)

It's late and I'm working hard at the editing room. There's only two people besides me in the room, Ryan and Joesph. I know Ryan from talking to him in class. He's a funny person and really inappropriate at times. Joseph, is the tech guy that helps you with anything and all that goes wrong.

At two in the morning, I started drinking and messaging Ryan on facebook. At first, it started out innocently with, "You know you want me" and "Boo you whore!", before progressing to "I want you to fuck me" and his response of "I'd cum all over your body." The conversation grew so much that I had to tell him exactly how I felt.
"I'm so wet right now. My panties are soaked through. :-) I can get three fingers in but it's a stretch. Two are just snug and feel so great."

4:25 am, I reveled in telling him how if we were alone, I'd get on my knees and crawl to him. How I'd place my head on his lap and beg him to fuck my cunt. He responded that everything had changed as I wrote that nothing had changed since we'd never get to see what if.


4:30,  Joseph decided that he had to go home. I cursed at myself as I watched Joseph walk out of the room, leaving the two of us in it alone. The only thing you could hear in the room was the sound of our breathing and a random mouse click. It wasn't until the outside door shut, that I realized that I had been saving my breath in anticipation. Ryan didn't say anything as I turned to watch him, hunched over his chair.  "So. . " I began, "it looks like we're alone." Silence greeted me as he continued to edit his footage. Huffing, I rolled back to my desk, before hearing, "You should get naked." I blinked rapidly as he turned around to face me.

Ho hum

Due to thing I can't control (technology) and things I could (A guy finding out I wrote the last post about him and then shit hitting the fan)I will be off the internet for a few days. Hopefully, I'll be back on the line giving you all the dirty and naughty thoughts from my head.



See you soon,
Me

links

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Poem that I wrote in class

I wrote this poem during one of my classes and yeah. I'm posting it on here because it was very sexual.

Are My?

Are my lips so soft,
so swollen, so wet from your kisses
that you plow through them.
Plunge into them with a sword.
A Sword so strong, so hard that I cry out in pain.
My lips bruise a cherry tomato red. So delicious that
you dart your tongue out like a lizard.
Licking at the seeds you left.
Licking at my lips, waiting for them to part so you can suck
at my nectar.
I taste you on my mouth.
You taste of cigarettes, sugar and death.
Your pecks of kisses,
your biceps surround my body.
*Author's note: This was added later in class*
I gasp as you invade my center.
Rushing into my hole, tearing it apart.
Am I tighter than you imagined?
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as your hips, your cock take over.
In and out, in and out, you rock into me as the intensity spreads.
Your cock melts my pussy into nothing.
Biting into my neck you whisper, no you command, me to come on your dick and I do.