sex on the mind

    I'm in my fifth month of not having sex and it's hard. It's really, really hard. Mainly because I may have slipped and told a couple of coworkers that I was planning on staying celibate. They replied that sex isn't like pringles and that you can't stop it. That it's unreasonable to stop all of a sudden.

     I disagreed until recently. I started liking a guy from work (I know) and have been thinking bad thoughts about him. Very sexual thoughts that aren't romantic at all. I don't want to date him, I just want to fuck his brains out like now. I've been having daydreams of things where it starts off normal enough. I'm sitting in the lunchroom at work and I'm sitting by myself in a corner, when I see him walk towards me. He sits close to me and I feel flush over my entire body.
 
    He asks me how I'm doing and I give him this burning look. I plead with him to tell me something to make me not want to fuck his brains out. He blushes to the roots of his hair and I start to moan as if I'm having an orgasm. I bring my hand to my mouth as I bite my knuckles over the thought of him inside me.
"Fuck me, please." I groan as he stares down at his food.

        Next thing that I know, we're in this car and I'm straddling him. My pants and panties are around my ankles and I'm riding him like there's no tomorrow. He's pulling me down onto him and I grab his neck for dear life as I feel my pussy start to pulse in anticipation. My teeth switch between gentle bites and sucking on his neck in the hope of leaving a trophy of what we've done.

Don't cry damnit.

I want to have angry, sex. The type that leaves bruises on your skin and fingernail markings down your back. I want push your buttons and ball my fist and hit you as hard as you can. I want to see you break and grab my arm and twist it hard. I want you to pull my hair as you grunt out a "QUIT IT BITCH."

Inside, I'd smile.

On the outside, I'd snarl as my open palm would meet your face. You'd look at me in shock before pulling me down to my knees. Having me trapped in between your legs as I'd feel fingers, no hands prodding and peeling my jeans and panties off. I'd struggle in vain as I'd feel the sharp sting of your hand on my ass. Gasping in shock and excitement, I'd struggle again as your hand would come down again. My breathing would become shallow as I'd lift my breast and rub them against your thigh, taunting you with insults. I'd love to feel the whacks of your hand on my bare skin as it'd become hot to your touch. How I'd love to have you rub your hand close to my slit, making me beg for it as I'd feel you grow hard.