"Can You Handle It" - Usher
Driving on the highway, I'm wearing my poncho no one can see what I'm doing while driving. Distracted. My thoughts and the loud music are dancing seductively. I want to move my hips. Right hand slips under. My crotch is warm. I can work myself, right here, right now; start rubbing in circles. My vehicle speed dropped, not paying attention. If it was a long stretch I could lock in cruise control and give myself a ride. I need a wearable vibrator. He creeps in my thoughts. I sent a final picture to him and told him it's chill but I'm gonna see myself out. I can see he deleted something after. For a second I wondered what it was. Maybe best he didn't, maybe he changed his mind and he's keeping the door open. If he was my sub, I'd drive past my house to a secluded area and text him. I need him. Now. He'd promptly call. I no longer want to be addressed as MissChiefMich. He's progressed nicely. I want him to address me as Mistress Mich now. Him saying my name. So easy to get me started. While I'm cumming he's instructed to say my name only. Then after my orgasm he asks if he pleased Mistress Mich. My thoughts return to my driveway. I'm home. Sigh. If only. Now what to do. With all of this. Continue writing of course. It won't end because he's not for me to domme or because I'm not ready for a facetime orgasm only to get tossed after tossing. Do I end this entire section, start a new tab? I think I will keep all of this right here. He has his section. A great read. But if this was mainly fantasy stirred by an actual encounter, then only makes sense the next encounter with him or anyone else should also be included here. Speaking of which, next encounter. "Big Pimpin" Jay-Z The gym. A trainer there. Not too tall but nicely thick. Dark long hair. A smile that caught me off guard. I laugh out loud because I actually turned around to see if the smile was directed to someone behind me. Surely, wasn't for me. Hair in bun. Workout pants hugging tightly to my curves, a wrinkled tshirt and no makeup. I turn. No one behind me. I smile back. Guess she meant it for me.
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