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Click hereParked in my car late at night,
Craving the need to be satisfied.
A burning passion that just can't wait,
I pull over into an empty parking lot,
And begin to masturbate.
Soon I see your headlights flash in my face,
As I realize I've been caught in my disgrace,
Yet it's too late now,
I just can't stop,
I keep rubbing and teasing,
As I roll down my window.
"Need help Ma'am?" You so kindly ask,
Failing to see me at my selfish task.
"Oh yes sir I certainly do,
And I wouldn't mind giving you a hand too."
I crawl over my seat and into the back,
Open the door and beckon you inside.
As I crawl onto your throbbing lap and say,
"Hold on Sir it's going to be a bumpy ride."
I undo your pants and lift up my skirt,
Ease you inside my warm cave of lust.
Soon basic instinct takes its toll,
As we both roll over the edge,
Out of control.
With a quick exchange of numbers,
And a deep goodbye kiss,
I say "It's been fun!"
And you say “Thank You miss.”
We ride into the night one by one,
Never to regret the deed we have just done.
what I hate about sex? that people feel that being "caught" or seen is a thing to be ashamed of.
I like your honesty in this work and admit I have done the same thing, sort of :D
good work, it could be tightened in places, maybe some better word choices... but I did enjoy it
maria
I saw a TV programme about a whole subculture in England - this reminded me of that and the men and women trolling for casual sex. Interesting. Thanks.
Tess