Its Saturday morning, some 2 days later. Hubby is just browsing Facebook on his phone. I race upstairs to the bedroom and sit in the middle of the bed with my back against the head. I hike my dress up and rush my hands into my panties and pull them to the side. I’ve been thinking about M’s boyfriend’s pants bulge and I can’t take it anymore. I need some relief. I press one index finger against my clitoris. I plunge a couple of fingers from my other hand into my pussy. I kept on thinking how he would fuck me senseless with his big white cock. I kept on fingering myself thinking how he would fill my tight brown pussy. Five minutes later I rock my own world and need to wash my hands.
I had found this was the only way to get my mind off of M’s how white boyfriend’s cock. (His name was Derek, but I only thought of him as M’s boyfriend.)
I’ve run in to him, with M on his arm couple of times now coming out of the lab at work. Each time leaves me feeling like a drooling idiot. The last time I was sorely tempted, when no one was looking, to just reach out and grab him by the front of his pants, unzip, and pull out his big white cock. I just wanted to feel it. suck it. make him cum all over my face. Feel his hot white body. Get him to use me.
I know I’m fixating on it. But knowing I’m fixating doesn’t stop me from fixating.