It’s Monday morning and I literally just sat down at my desk maybe thirty minutes ago. I checked my emails, filled up my water bottle and I already couldn’t stop myself from signing into this account.
I’m not a morning person at all, It’s a struggle for me every morning to get up. I’m usually never anything even close to horny at this time but here I am all the same. There’s just such an incredible energy I get to feel from letting myself talk directly to you like this.
I get to imagine where you are when you’re hearing my voice. I get to imagine how you react to my words. I spent all day Saturday at a crowded beach with friends and when I looked out at the crowd I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone there had somehow read one of my ramblings. I know the odds are astronomical, but the beautiful part of this is that anyone could read this. Whoever is going to be making the sub I’ll have for lunch today could know I have a green vibrator. They wouldn’t know it was me, but I can’t control that it’s out there for anyone to read.
Do you like it when I admit how much I fantasize about you? I’ve had you on my mind the entire weekend and I couldn’t wait to get back here so I could make myself vulnerable in front of you again. I like feeling that I don’t have the option to stop this, that I have to keep exposing myself for you even if I’m not in the mood. Do you just see me as a quick little form of entertainment? Do you actually get off to my voice when I’m rambling like I am now? Is the version of myself talking to you right in this moment being used in ways I don’t even want to know about in your head?? I can’t control you can I? I can’t set ground rules for you to follow. I have to just accept the fact that I’m willingly throwing away my power when I post on here like this.
I’m your personal little voyeuristic dream. You get to peer at me through my window and you don’t even have to run away when I see you. You get to stay there with as smug a look as you want knowing that I can’t close the curtains. I can’t tell you to go away. I can’t cover up. I can’t even have my own private thoughts when you’re here looking. I have to speak my mind out loud so you know everything that I’m thinking. You get to see my blush when I admit how wet I am from how powerless I feel in front of you in this moment.
You get to see me blush when I admit that I got off to thinking about you this weekend. And I really mean you when I say that. My unknown owner. You made me feel this heat and it’s ridiculous how much I feel the need to thank you for it.
God I want to feel your judgment.
Completely yours,
Sarah
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bg3k7m/f_i_honestly_couldnt_stop_trying_to_picture_you
You know what else? We both know you’re going to do this again…