"We haven’t seen each other in a long while, but secretly, you’ve been thinking of me quite persistently.

You wouldn’t tell anyone about it, but something about me keeps calling you in, and you find yourself frequently drawn to daydreaming of lusty and wild fantasies of me.

You secretly watch me online, cumming to my photos & and thinking about how badly you want to fuck me.

You wonder if I’ve put a spell on you because it’s become a rather bad habit of yours- a ritual of sorts- to check up on me, to watch me. To observe me like a predator lying in wait to hunt me. You feel a boiling passion to consume me- to become an animal and devour me mercilessly.

Sometimes you even feel it’s wrong- bad- but you can’t seem to find the will to stop. You’ve never felt this way about someone before . . .

Finally, after months, you see me again- unexpectedly at a social event. You do everything in your power to avoid looking at me - I am your dirty little secret, after all- and you can’t risk anyone seeing- anyone even THINKING you might be noticing me.

It’s a big social gathering, & there’s lots of people there you know. Someone pulls you into a conversation you can’t help but zone out and offer vapid replies as your mind runs wild with thoughts of me; your lust practically dripping off the edge of your cock slowly rising in your pants.

And I don’t make it easy. I’m bright and loud, wearing a floral sundress with a long slit cut out in the sides, that lets my leg peek out in such a sizzling way. The back of my dress: open and you can see the skin of my back as I make my way around the room.

I’m wearing bright, vibrant colours - a rich red and pink floral design. Bright red lips. Sultry curls. Everything so carefully done & purposeful. Like a walking art piece.

You feel your heartbeat rising as you see the colours of my dress flow & move around and the room from the corner of your eye. You purposefully move & position yourself so you can watch me, without making it obvious.

You see me smiling, talking, chatting others - from across the room - and your blood boils over. You wish it was you. You want me to be smiling, laughing- giving my attention to only you.

I can sense a glaring energy- I look over, & we lock eyes- you quickly play coy, & lean towards the person talking to you- smiling, “Oh yeah! That’s right you did tell me that!” you reply to them.

I move my focus back to continuing the conversation at my table. The conversation grows to be rather playful & lots of laughs & giggles can be heard coming from my table. There are a few guys at my table chatting.

Your blood begins to boil. You find yourself feeling jealous- angry- possessive. An impulsive thought races through your mind to come over & throw the guys at my table from their chairs- you feel - annoyed. Frustrated. And a little helpless with how crazy your attraction for me is really making you feel.

The impulsiveness of your feelings are hard to thwart. But even just experiencing me in the same room has you feeling uncontrollable and wild. You don’t like feeling so out of control.

You don’t like feeling so much raw desire.

You try to counter this and head outside with some guys going out for a smoke take a breather.

You pass by me on the way out, picking up on the sweet intoxicating scent of my floral perfume.

“Fuck” you think to yourself.

You feel like a total simp.

I’ve been drinking a little bit, & get up to go to the bathroom. You see me heading there on your way back in.

Your feet move as if possessed - you find yourself following me to the bathrooms.

It’s not even something you can control now. It’s not even a thought- you’re operating on lustful instinctual autopilot now.

I’m standing inside the bathroom, touching up my lipstick by the sink. I hear the door creak open, I assume it’s another girl- but there you are, towering - I jump, startled at this unexpected presence- looking at you through the side of the mirror, as I finish adjusting my lipstick.

“Sorry,” you say, speaking gently, “didn’t mean to startle you . . .”

I don’t acknowledge you.

You take a slow step towards me.

“Mr . . .”

“ I . . .” - you take another step closer, this time much bigger- you’re practically right behind me, I can hear your breathing- laboured- intensive.

I freeze in place.

You take one more step, you’re now directly behind me- you wrap your hand around my neck, sensually, squeezing gently- as you as you stand behind me & press your body into me.

You put your other arm on my hips, & guide my body to turn around, so I am now facing you.

My heart flutters & paces. I’m nervous and shy to look up at you, so you grab my chin and guide my jaw upwards to look at you, as you press further into me, pinning me between the counter and your body.

“Look,” you say “I am not good at these things, but I can’t stop thinking about you . . .”

Your eyes piercing me with desire, I look up and see your pupils dilated, and feel your rock hard cock as you press into me further, your left hand on my back pulling me in.

Your right hand slides behind the back of my neck, you impulsively lean in to kiss me, as you pull me towards you - nervous & anxious- this is the biggest risk you have taken.

You’ve never been so unhinged, so magnetically animalistic- so uncontrollably wild with lust and desire, all of which explode into a passionate outburst of primal fervour as you hear me let out a little moan underneath your kiss.

You thought so. You hoped so. You wished so.

I wanted it too.

All my nasty little posts online about being insatiably horny. I was practically begging to be fucked. You knew it. You felt it. You needed to experience this . . .

You lift me up onto the counter as though I am a feather, I fly up onto it in a tantrum as, your adrenaline rages & takes over. My legs spread as you press your groin right into me, continuing to kiss me, your tongue starts to penetrate me.

I can feel your hot breath intensifying, steaming out onto my face, your hands, gripping me- sliding around on my body.

I put my hand out onto your chest, & push you back, off of me “Wait, someone may walk in & see us . . . ”, I point out, anxiously.

You pull off me & quickly lunge over to the door to lock it, with a wicked grin smearing across your face as you do.

My heart palpitates, hearing the lock click shut, you rush back, “Now, listen here, little girl, I’m going to fuck you now”, you growl into my ear- pushing your cock back against my groin.

You grip the back of my neck, squeezing tightly, you slide your hand up pulling my hair hard, drawing my head back- asserting your position and dominance over me.

You begin to suck, kiss, and lick my neck- biting into it.

I heave out a moan, as my pussy begins to melt into an oasis of luscious juices.

“That’s right”, you say, as your hands work their way under my bra, onto my breasts.

“Moan, let me hear how much you want this” - your right hand reaching down under my dress, you slide your hands & feel the slippery wetness. “No panties? And already so wet”, you chide - “you’re such a horny little girl, aren’t you?”, you ask as you squeeze one of my nipples hard, I moan again, this time much louder.

“Now, you know there are people around, so this needs to be quick, & quiet . . .” You say, as you pull your finger out from my pussy. Your fingers are full of juices- you place your pointer finger over my lips- making the hush gesture; the liquids oozing down onto my lips as you do so.

“Do you agree?”

“Yes,” I sputter out, in a soft breathy tone.

“Good. Now open your mouth”, you say as you slide your wet fingers in, onto my tongue, I lick them clean, and you pull them out again, reaching your hand back down to my pussy, you slide two of your fingers into my cunt, curling them up inwards.

“You’re already so wet”, as you roughly pulse your fingers in and out, wasting no time- you grip behind my neck again “look at me” you say, as you hold me in place, we lock eyes, as your fingers penetrate me.

I begin to moan again, you release your grip from my neck and move your hand to clench my cheeks & jaw, roughly squeezing “Shhhh, we don’t want to get in trouble, now do we?” you remind, gripping harder, forcing my head left & right - making it look like I’m nodding ‘no’ in agreement.

“Now, be a good girl & remember our agreement”, you say as you release your grip & let your wet fingers slip out, you begin to unbutton your pants & unzip, you’ve barely even opened them, but I can see your cock already piercing out, waiting to be unleashed.

You pull it out, & lean right onto me- pinning back onto onto the counter under the weight of you, you start to kiss me again, your right hand back around the back of my neck- I feel your cock slide into me - a little whimper releases as I breathe in.

You place your other hand over my mouth, covering it- smearing my lipstick- and sealing my moans into a muffled haze as you thrust in and out and begin to fuck me quickly.

You grunt, and moan, biting into my neck, “ah fuck yes” you growl, fucking me harder & harder, your breaths quickening and intensifying. You feel primal, you feel wild and intense.

My pussy tightening around your cock with every thrust, the heat of my breath melting under your hand, my muffled moans seeming to intensify the experience…

You feel it mounting, uncontrollably, you have to cum in my tight hungry cunt. You grunt, as sweat begins to drip down from your forehead, thrusting faster and faster, until finally you release yourself into me, falling down forward onto me, huffing, warm, & spent.

“Fuck, my God, you’re such a good girl”, you let out a satisfied gravelly laugh, as you catch your breath.

You kiss me on the forehead, “now, fix yourself up. I’ll meet you outside in a bit”, you say, as you pull your pants back on..

I climb down off the counter,

"Yes Daddy... " I wisper and turn around to look in the mirror. I look wild and chaotic. My red lipstick ruined- smeared across my face, hair dishevelled and wild - clothes half off, as I’m standing there with your cum dripping out of my cunt...

You unlock the door & leave nonchalantly, as if nothing had just transpired."