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When I first met you, I didn't think I would ever fuck you. I liked the way you look and I liked talking to you, but I didn't think the vibe was there. You were funny, you were nice, but something was missing. To be honest, I didn't think you could handle me. And I like to be handled.

But the more I talked to you, the more my feelings started to change. There we’d be, in the middle of some innocuous conversation about football or food and my mind would start to wander. You’d be telling me what you like to eat for lunch and I’d be wondering what it would be like for you to eat my pussy. You’d recap what happened in a game on Sunday and I’d be imagining you tackling me.

As I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve realized my first impression of you was wrong. Now that I’ve gotten to know you, I can’t wait for you to fuck me. As I go about my workday, sending emails, signing contracts, fighting in meetings, somewhere in the back of my mind there is but one thought: I can’t wait to fuck you.

Life and circumstances are in the way and I can’t have you right now. I have to wait. But if it were up to me, you would be on top of me right now. I would be gazing lustfully up at you, a slight smile on my face, as you passed your hands gently over my body. If it were up to me, right now I would be squirming beneath you, elated at the thought that your dick is about to stretch out the walls of my pussy.

The anticipation of what it will be like to fuck you consumes me. As I ride the bus to work, I think back to our conversation last night, when you ordered me to take off my clothes and touch myself for you. My legs open involuntarily as I remember you telling me what you’re going to do when you get your hands on me. How you’ll slide your dick slowly into me, just the head at first until I beg you for more. How you’ll pound into me until I beg you to stop, how you’ll put your hand on my throat and choke me as I cum.

As I sit in my office on endless conference calls, I pick up my phone and look at your pictures. Behind my closed doors, as I listen to people drone on and on, I bite my lip as I stare at your dick. My hand drifts down to my pussy and I stroke it gently through my clothes as I give recommendations that I’m really not thinking about, because all my thoughts are consumed by anticipation.

At home in the mornings, I get out of the shower thinking of you. I spread lotion over my body and I think of you there, watching me. As I stand in front of the mirror, damp skin glistening, I think of the moment when you see me naked for the first time. I imagine your face as you take it all in, as your eyes travel over my body. My heart pounds, my pussy throbs in anticipation of the first time you touch me.

In bed at night I think about you. I construct elaborate scenarios about the first time you’ll fuck me. I think of what you’ll say and how I’ll answer, I imagine you ordering me to take my clothes off, to stand there and let you look at me. I imagine you telling me to turn around, to bend over, to spread my legs. And then I imagine you pushing me onto the bed. I imagine you taking me for the first time.

In bed at night as I play with my pussy, in my mind you are there with me. Stroking me. Biting me,  gently at first then harder as you realize I like it.  I think about you turning me over and fucking me from behind, a fistful of my hair in your hand as you stroke hard and deep into me. My moans get louder as my pussy gets wetter and I imagine it dripping all over your dick.

In bed at night as I play with my pussy, in my mind I am climbing on top of you. I’m rubbing my wet pussy over your dick until you grab me and slide your dick into me. I rock my hips over you as my hands move over my body and I touch myself as you fuck me. Your hands grip my hips and pull me down onto you as you thrust up into me.

Alone in my bed at night I play with my pussy and I cum for you, anticipating the day when it happens for real. My moans getting louder as I imagine you pounding into me faster and faster and I explode, imagining you exploding inside of me. I lay alone in my bed at night with a throbbing pussy imagining you collapsing on top of me, your heart pounding as I gently wipe the sweat from your brow. Alone in my bed at night I think of you and I wait for the day when you are there with me and the anticipation is finally over.