She was the kind of girl I would never fall for. Ever. Infact, she was quite the opposite of "my sort of girl"; Too thin for my liking but with an admirable hour-glass figure, a perfect ass which would get highlighted well enough for a second look whenever she wore denims and her boobs which though were admirably big and full for her body frame seemed to sag more often than not- probably more to do with her choice of bra then anything else. Her skin tone was dusky brown which I actually liked. Her face presented a good case of, at the risk of sounding very shallow, "cover the face, fuck the base". And her hair did not help her either; too thin and of a shade of brown which made them always look dirty. All this along with the fact that she lacked the basic manners and was generally foolish made her a huge no for me. Yet, there was something about her which made me want her.
I did not want to date her or cuddle up with her. She was a person which would ignite lustful sexual desires in me. I wanted to fuck her and bury my face in her, what I assumed to be, unshaven and hairy pussy. I wanted to shove my fingers up her vagina and finger her till the muscles of her vagina would tightly cling on to my fingers and her legs would give away in the pure pleasure of an orgasm, drentching my fingers with here pussy juice. Juices which I would lovingly smell and lick off. I imagine her bodily fluids would have a strong but lovely musky smell which would always linger in her thick untamed bush. I wanted to be dirty with here. I wanted to fuck her in the most messy and aggresive manner possible; both of us sweating, her pussy leaking with liquid which I would lick off directly with my tongue. Shoving my dry fingers up her rectum, slowly making her asshole expand enough to accomodate my cock; thrusting it deep into her ass, making her cry with both pain and pleasure and then cumming in her dirty ass only take it out to make her suck on it till I cum again in her mouth and make her swollow all of it.
Maybe she is a turn on for me just like breaking social taboos is for many people. My mind knows that she is not my kind of girl but the mind gets a high by breaking that 'rule' it has itself set.
Hence, here I am, sitting right behind here. Imagining ways to make her moan and writhe in pleasure. Maybe I should invite her home to get some doubts cleared…