There. I said it. Happy now? What’s that? Need some context? Oh. Fair enough. So umm… I’m h0nry. I’d probably be lying if I said I’ve never wanted to have an orgasm more than I want one now, but it’s right up there. But I don’t wanna do it myself. I want a boy. I need a boy. To fuck me =D

Okay rewind. It was Sunday eve, and I had just got home from a three-day music festival. I did some nice little playing and had a sweeeeet time. But! I didn’t do anything since Sunday night. Which, for me, is like a year’s worth of stocked up freaky feelings.

Why didn’t I play, you may ask? Truth is I don’t know. Maybe, subconsciously, I was already thinking about today.

Either way. When I woke up this morning (after what I think was a mini sex dream about me and an old teacher?), I knew there was no way I could make it through another day without getting off. But I didn’t start playing immediately. It’s not often I get to build things up for more than two days, and I wanted to make the most of it. And that, I am doing.

Time to paint a picture. I’m sitting here behind my desk, writing this very blog post you’re reading now (whoa meta). I’m wearing a polka dot thong and a grey shirt, and that’s about it. After pretty much every line I type, my hand goes down to rub my pussy through my panties. I’m addicted to the pressure now, and that won’t stop until I finish. But I won’t do that just yet 🙂

First, I got stuff to do. Starting with driving lessons. Of course I’m not gonna tell my instructor I won’t be wearing underwear, but I hope he’ll at least picture it.

After driving, it’s time for a walk through town. There’s plenty of stores nearby with fitting rooms, so I’ll just grab some random pieces of clothing and lock myself in there for a few minutes, before I hit the next store. I won’t actually get done – I need things to get a lot louder than I can pull off in a fitting room – but I’ll get myself even closer to it.

Next up is even more public stuff. No more hiding behind doors or curtains. I’ll just walk towards a less busy area and use every opportunity I get to put my hand in my shorts. Again, not with an actual orgasm in mind (I did that not too long ago), but just for teasing purposes.

After that, it’s getting back home, getting naked, and getting myself as horny as I can before my body says: sorry babe, I can’t do this any more. I’ll prooooobably be watching the dirtiest porn I’ve ever watched.

Eventually, I will have to cum. And I will have to do it on my own, because none of the people I know or will know in the future can see me like this. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. In fact, if I would run into a dodgy amateur porn producer asking me to get naked for some money, I’d probably do it. If my driving instructor would get very unprofessional and ask for a bj, I’d probably do it. I’d probably do anything anyone asks of me.

So back to the post title. Yes, I wanna get fckd. I won’t, but I want it. Badly. And to keep myself from doing anything I’ll regret later, I’ll have to finish this off today. Which I will. But until I do, I’ll be one of the horniest girls on the planet. And if, by some stroke of luck, you end up running into me… I’ll probably do anything you want 😉