I wonder how many times in a day I can come. Sometimes I want to push Him away. Still, I want to come at least 3 or 4 more times. The day/night is early, and I know I will be used. I know that I love it.

Cravings

Lately, I find that when I'm going about my day, I pay more attention to the people around me. I watch each and every one and remember that they are all sexual beings. Just about all of them are fucking. This is both amazing and disgusting to me. Like it or not, I have a type.

Still, as I watch them all, I walk a better walk, a stronger walk, one where I'm sure to move my hips more and arrange my ass for the best view when I know someone's watching me pass.

Sometimes I crave all the people I see. I want to tell them what I know. And what I know is that sex - raw, involved, filthy, make-me-beg sex - is amazing. It reminds me that I'm alive. It reminds me that I'm free.

I would love to walk up to a stranger and tell him that I am a possession. Once I explain what He does to me and for me, I can imagine the look on his face. I want that person to crave me, to wonder what I would do at his request.

So far, I've found nothing I won't do. Try me.