On The Outside…[F]

Most people who know me think I’m a sweet, polite and quiet girl. 

Well grounded, bright and hard working. A girl who occasionally overindulges with booze and loves to dance. 

A girl who never likes to say the wrong thing, always amiable and agreeable. Always with a smile on her face, regardless of how she’s feeling. Always ready for a laugh and a good time.

This is all true. Apart from one detail. 

Sexually, I can be a savage.

I can be insatiable, desperate, needy and nothing can sate me. I can crave it all day and all night long so that it takes over me like an uncontrollable animal. 

Thoughts penetrate my mind at the most inappropriate times. During a work call. Out with friends. Out shopping. So much so, I feel like the sexiness oozing out of me is completely obvious to all around me.

There isn’t enough time or space in my world to indulge in all of these desires. My imagination frees itself by other means. I write stories, I take pictures and I dance. 

I bet you’re wondering if there is a special someone who has witnessed first hand my imagination in action? 

Or is it only I that truly knows myself in this manner? 

Is it only I that knows how it feels to be that needy and desperate? When I have to pleasure myself over and over and over. 

Is it only I that knows my appetite can be wet all day long and the scent of myself can drive me into a wild frenzy?

Is it only I that knows that sweet innocent looking girl can be exactly the opposite?

If you are a secret savage like myself, I see you. I feel you.

And if you happen to have caught a glimpse of this side of me, lucky you. 

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11tuogr/on_the_outsidef

8 comments

  1. Provocative read! I enjoyed this and am headed to your profile for more! 💋

  2. God I empathise my friend!

    Except I’m not that quiet and maybe people would be less surprised!!

  3. Some of us could see this all along! You come over cool and sassy, but underneath beats the heart of a horny, needy , loveable nympho!

  4. Beautiful description of self.

    I would call this a poem.

    This written in a prose I’ve not seen since the writers of old(those that I remember not their names) that was forced to read when in school (I’m 50+ yr male).

    Thank you. (I bow to your great mind and pen 🖊 ❤️)

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