secret

I look like such an ordinary girl.

     Sitting by myself in the corner of the classroom, innocently eyeing you.

     My blazing desires are tucked away where no one can see them.

     You have no idea.

     You have no idea.

     You have no fucking idea.

     It’s impossible to see what my body is feeling right now. How my hands are hungry to reach around your legs and pull your waist against me. How my neck begs to feel the weight of your cock thrusting inside me once, twice, and a thousand times more.

     I want to squeeze you, and bring you into my mystery of a body. Your hot, penetrating skin meeting my lust without hesitation. Your eyes dominating me, making me stare at you.

     I want you to tie me up.

     I want to choke on you.

     I want to gasp for air, beg for mercy, stroke your beautiful cock, and reverently call you Master.

     I’m biting a pencil, dreaming of you. . . clamoring to feel you feel me.

     Bite me, Sir.

     Scratch me. Taste me. Fill me up.

     Squeeze me tight, and I’ll squeeze you tighter.

     Never, ever, ever let me go.

     The bell rings.

     She was looking at me, you think. Was that a glimmer of craving?

     My poker face works, and you assume it's just your imagination.