“Kiss me on my lips, come on touch me. I’ll be your fantasy come on come on love me.”
You wouldn’t think much of her just walking into a room. She seemed nice enough…yet this girl had a certain charm that most couldn’t quite grasp at first. I mean, how could you know this girl pleasures herself in the library, or at parties, or just about anywhere she could? Of course there’s no way to know. But she knows. And she thinks about you touching her. All she wants is to be at your beck and call. Be your girl, your slut, your fantasy. In some weird way she knows she’s not right, her girlfriends don’t talk about craving sex this badly. Her friends don’t lust after her the way she lusts after them. Guys she dates get scared eventually. Is she really insatiable? An animal? I don’t know really…but I can tell you how hard this girl tries. Tries to figure out what to say to someone that will give them the courage to fuck her like she deserves to be fucked. She tries to figure out everything so you she can please you. What else can she do? Tell her all your kinks and fantasies in hopes that one day she’ll find someone as bad as her. She’ll let you know you’re not alone, and there are people out there who are ruled by pleasure. She’s one of them. Oh god is she one of them. Her imagination is wild, but no where near as good as the hands she wants to feel tugging on her ass. She just wants someone to tell her they want her. She wants her hair in a jumbled mess in your hands as you fuck some sense into her. She wants you to know she’s touching herself to the thought of this reaching someone who needs to know…you’re not alone. Crazy maniac, sexy and that’s why she loves you. Fly with me, come on, rocksteady.
First time writing. Just meant to be a small snack and I really hope you enjoy! Inspired by the song Rocksteady by Wild belle
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ddz99j/rocksteady