Get fucked!
Constantly horny, thinking about sex.
But I have an appointment.
I did fuck myself this morning, 1h before going out. And one would think it would have calmed me down for a few hours. And at first, it seemed it worked. I'm in public transport, and usually, when I'm in such phase, close to everyone in the fucking metro is intensely attractive and I want sex with each of them. Not today. I feel peaceful, maybe I am in control of this?
I'm on a folding seat. It's comfortable. And my mind wonders. There's three seats side to side. "You know what, I bet we could be fucked here". Oh… maybe I'm not in control in the end. That thought makes me think about the logistic.
"Absolutely, open all three seats, I'd lay on my stomach and get fucked and filled". I can imagine the feeling of relaxation, the cum dripping from my pussy on the seat. I'm getting hard and wet. Mind thinking about how I could get into an empty metro to film myself being fucked. Or even asking for official authorisation. I'd have to lie about what exactly we'd film 🤭. I imagine other scenarios, on my knees sucking someone, drinking their cum while wetting the train's floor. Being fucked against the class. While grabbing one of the bars.
Out of the train. That bench? Wanna get fucked there.
Taking the stairs. I wanna be on my knees against that wall and someone throat fucking me till climax.
Every corner. Every corridor. Wanna get fucked there? Yup. I want to get fucked here, and there, and there. Taken, filled, moaning, cuming, in all direction, in all holes. A sex travel where any place can become an opportunity to stop, fuck, cum and resume toward our destination. Stinking of sex, my fluids, cum in my pussy, fluids dripping on my thighs. Throat feeling open from being filled too. Dry cum on my body. Knowing I'm filthy all over. And being proud of that.
Something in my head echoes: Get fucked!