❍ Elle

fyi now my tight, silky p*ssy has butterflies, and has drooled a round bead of warm, clear, viscous liquid a little thicker than simple syrup—and just as sweet—into my panties while i try to work. 🦋🦋 ☺️ughhhh

godd, the most dangerous pre-ov*lation 🤤🥵🥵 yearning hours have begun.

for the 2nd month in a row, my libido is spiraling out of control. all i can think about are all the dark and twisty xxx-rated scenes my imagination conjures while i'm innocently tryin' to be a freak in the *other* kind of sheets (excel) at work.

i'm squirmy and frustrated and breathing a little tellingly and feel so much urgency to touch my puffy, throbbing clit, but i won't let myself.

ugh, how can i think about the data inside these little cells when my mind is all lit up from thinking involuntary sexy thoughts about how orgasmic it would feel to be manipulated and relaxed into thoughtless, uninhibited desire for you, to absolutely need to sink onto your lap, onto your bare straining cock right now, taking every inch of you inside of me, feeling you twitch, pulse, and jerk against my cervix with every soft, tight bounce?

it's getting riskyy, which, when my mind's guard is down, makes my traitorous body want to do it more. makes me feel like i *need* to do it. to feel you naked inside me. to feel every vein in your c*ck pulse as you groan and hold my hips down around your bottomed-out cock, claiming me with flash floods of your fertile seed while delighting in the fact that every pleasure-drunk pump makes it more and more likely i'll get so fucking pregnant without meaning to. 🙊 you'll get me too wet and out of it to think like always and then breed me again tomorrow. and the next day...you smile. as long as it takes.