Why Me? | MYG

1 - who are you?

everyday i walk pass him. sometimes we make eye contact as we both stare deep into each other's souls for a spilt second.
have i seen him before?
besides walking down the same street at the same time everyday.
god the way he looks at me is like he's eye fucking me without even dying to care what the first inital of my name is.
if he was following me, i wouldn't even care...
god i want him.

everyday i walk pass her. the way she looks me into my eyes as if she has the desire to tear my clothes off and take me on the street.
would she? if i gave her the chance?
imagining her brown skin contrasting against my milky tone makes me want her.
nevertheless even if i was to get her to myself, she would question my sanity.
that's not what i'm here for.
i want her.
and only her.

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exhausted. the soreness of my feet overwhelmed to the point where i missed my only comfort, my bed. walking minutes to hours looking for something to top my room off.

mind wondering off as i made my
way back to the sidewalk i seen him at but there was no sign of his presence.

he was only thing i've been thinking about the last couple of days. some nights, i grab my vibrator and pretend it's him doing all the dirty things he might be capable off.

returning back to reality when i caught a whiff of his musky cologne that make my knees shudder at the sudden masculinity any girl would die for.
i watched as he slowly turned his head my way, staring as if i was his last meal while passing by me without a little wink of his eye.

i rushed to my room, peeling my leggings down my curvy hips, over my ass, pass my thick thighs to my ankles. staring as the piece of jewelry glisten around my soft brown skin and the white color painted on my toes.

taking off the fitted shirt, outlining the hour glass liked shape with a budge at the center as my c cup breasts jiggled from the polyester being pulled off my head.

unclasping the bra that held them hostage making my way to my bed as my naked body hit the soft velvet sheets.

grabbing the purple stick from my drawer turning on it's subtle motions that ate away at my clit that needed some type of relieve from seeing him twice in a row.

my moans fulfilling the room as my hands worked on my nipples soon forming into hard buds as the play toy played with my ball of nerves in a figure 8 motion then slipping into my core.

the smell of his cologne sent me into a frenzy as i imagined him pleasuring me with his tongue, hitting places that the vibrator hasn't yet hit to drive me through the way.

his face and the musky scent that followed the attractive man ran through my mind as my body jittered at the vibrations on the swollen bud as the sounds of moans would be heard from the living room.

the things i do to send myself through a world of pleasure as i place my pleasure machine back into its place turning on my side slowly drifting off as my thoughts kept me awake.

wondering if i had the same affect on him when he seen my body that tugged at the material that defined it's shape. he must have a thing for girls like me, but why?

i sat thinking in my bed engulfed in my black comforter feeling that tingling sensation just from thinking of him.

tossing over to grab the thing i later used five minutes ago to give me another bust.

best 2 out 3.

i want to see how many times this little piece of pleasure metal can make me cum with a simple vision of a male face.

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a/n
yeah this could've been a little longer but i'll edit it in the morning after i do a little errands. i tried lol but i know it's not "coochie pulsating" good so i'll re write it.
catch me in the next update.