Stream of Gushing Consciousness

I can't believe I'm sitting here naked, twisting my nipples. Again.
I took a shower a little while ago to wash the sex off me. It had little effect.
I want to feel used. Maybe a little abused. A little like, I don't know.
A slut.
Slippage, inside.
Fucked.
Groaning. Grunting.
On all fours, maybe she's underneath. You're pounding me from behind, hard, holding onto my hips to steady yourself. She's desperately sucking on my nipples.
Deeper. Harder. Wetter.
Or.
Maybe she's behind me. You're sitting, watching me get pounded. Your cock in your hand. I'm begging you with my eyes to do something, put your cock in my mouth suck on my nipples fuck her from behind so I can feel the sheer force of it, two bodies away. You slam into her and half a second later she slams into me.
Or.
Maybe you've told me to get dirty. And so I do. By flicking my tongue down your shaft, to that place between cock and ass, all the way down to your ass, flickflicklickfuck your ass with my tongue.
Maybe I've just licked your hand clean of the smell of my pussy. And because I feel so thoroughly fucked, and thoroughly uninhibited, I ask you to come on me. On my tits, yes. There.
And.
Maybe she'll drag her tongue through it, and spend some time on my nipples, my sore hypersensitive bright red abused nipples. Sucking. Biting. Tonguing. Push her off me. Lay on top of me, but slide down a little. So that you're sucking on my nipples. And I have to hump whatever is near my cunt. Legs open wide, slick center, my pussy begging to be stuffed full.