I know you
One thing that I hate to do is go grocery shopping. The amount of people and noise always puts me on edge. Watching people slowly meander up and down the aisles like they have nothing else to do makes me want to grind my teeth. So I always try my best to get in and out as quickly as possible. Especially today my body ached from my mind blowing night last night, and all I wanted to do was go home, and binge watch my favorite shows while the bed sucked the life out of me.
Ugh, people everywhere, kids crying, and so much noise it is becoming too much. Thank God for the express line. My torment will be over soon. I'm only the third person in line so that's not so bad, and there is some eye candy in front of me.
Well hello, sexy bearded daddy. Those jeans are hugging that sweet looking ass of yours. Oh, and your blue shirt is caressing your body in all the right places. What I wouldn't give to have you underneath me right now wiggling and moaning.
Hmmm… from your feet to your beautiful cerulean eyes you are something I would love to devour. Every inch of you. Oh, wait am I staring. Yes, I am, but I don't give a shit. When eye candy presents its self, you have to seize the fucking moment by the balls and give a gentle squeeze.
Oh, I see you have noticed me. Your smile is friendly and bright. Salt and pepper beard. Your full head of soft brown curls hiding away under your baseball cap. Beautiful full lips. How would they feel against my clit? Oh, I would love to know.
"Hello."
"Hello" my smile is genuine, and I know it, but it's only because of all of the nasty things I'm thinking about doing to you. Could I smother you with my tits or maybe edge you out of existence. Oh, who are you Mister checkout man?
Then it hits me. Your scent is so masculine yet so unique. Oh I inhale deep, and the intake of air is all I need, and it all comes back to me.
Oh yes. You are hard to forget my dear sweet one "I know you" I whisper. I'm leaning on my basket trying to get closer to your scent. I need to breathe you in. I close my eyes.
"Yes I do."
"Excuse me?" your eyes have the look of confusion and curiosity. Yes I know I am in gray sweats, a blue tank top, and my braids are high in a bun on my head, but I don't give a fuck. I know you, and I will make sure before we are done you will remember everything we did.
The sweat, the heat, the pain, and the pleasure. My sweet one how you writhed under me. Your pheromones are addictive. It brings out the deadly goddess in me. The bringer of lust. The bearer of slaps, and crops. The orator of malicious direction.
"I know you sweet one" I play with my moonstone necklace. You notice, and your eyes widen. You stare as the realization hit you.
I walk to the front of my basket and stand directly in front of you. I sniff you again. Oh, it is so intoxicating. I'm becoming giddy. I smile and make sure you see my tongue slide slowly across my top lip.
"How do you know me, ma'am?" Oh, so we are going to play coy. I love to play.
Luckily there is a price check needed, so it seems I will have some time with you again indeed. The God's are smiling on me and making my nightmare trip to the grocery store into a pleasant one.
"You still smell so sweet my sweet one." Oh, the nervousness that begins to show through your whole body is exhilarating.
"Don't make a scene sweet one or I will bite you."
