As I feel myself, my body, tingle by the mere thought of my hands reaching down down below, where the clothes of my closet are suppose to cover so my innocence doesn't show, I vaguely remember that I do need to be satisfied. And that yes, I am sexually frustrated.
I imagine things on a daily, things such as neck biting. You see, hickeys are my weakness. My naked neck is the most sensitive part on my body. If you could pleasure me there then it looks like you can pleasure me anywhere.
But oh don't think I don't want to return the favor. I get off at the thought of making my companion suffer, from my soft, slow kisses on their bodies. To the long, exaggerated sucking I must put upon their skin. Marking what's mine. I want to hear their moans, that low and meek "fuck" does me justice altogether.
Can you please touch me baby? Rub me baby? I don't care. I just need the affection. I want to be so damn careless in the backseat of your car. Foggy windows because the heat and friction we have caused has ultimately affected our energies. Have you heard of energetic sex? You can satisfy me without even touching me, I swear it's true.
As I sit on your lap, I'm rubbing my jeans against your jeans. My clit against your dick. Is this "dry humping?" Oh well. I don't mind. We can do it all. After that you can slide my pants off and we can go all the way, shit you just make the call.
I need you to know that I want them long nasty kisses. Yeah, sometimes I might say I don't.. but cmon slim... Can't you read body language? I need you to teach me those tongue tricks. Moist, sloppy, wet lips. I feel against my virgin mouth. Show me how it's done. It's my first time so guide me slow.. real slow.
I am craving to be touched. To be kissed.. to be loved, to be rubbed... Yes, to be rubbed.
Can you do that for me? Can you calm this sexual frustration?
