Eugh it’s a Friday night and most women my age are out at clubs or at home with their fellas. Where am I? Fantasising about you.
It’s late and I should head to bed as I’ve got so much to do tomorrow but I can’t get you off my mind. How many times have I though about how good it would feel to have you touch me and fill me with that big cock you hide in those tight trousers. I can see the outline of your bulge so clearly n our sessions I wonder how big you really are.
That’s it I need sex and soon or I might just go mad. As I get up and head towards my bedroom turning off lights as I go there’s a sudden banging on my door. Checking the clock I see it’s close to midnight, who the fuck is banging on my door at midnight?
Keeping the chain on I reach for the bat I keep by the door, never can be too safe, unlocking the door I pull it ajar and see you stood there. What the fuck? Am I dreaming?