Dreaming
disclaimer: i write filthy memoirs. i like to be descriptive and i also use terms like “slut” and “whore” among other things. this does not give you an open invitation nor permission to call me any derogatory or pet name. please be mindful of that if you’d like to indulge in my deviance.
TL;DR me thinking about being fucked in a car by a man i had worked with. long, detailed and dirty.
trigger if you don’t like public play 🤷🏻♀️
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You crept up into my thoughts again..
It was an early evening, a hot one – 91° to be exact and the air was thick. I was at a street fair with some friends. In dark blue jean shorts and a white crop top, no bra as per usual. I spent my time wandering down blocked off streets, glancing at vendors and slightly paying attention to my friends laughing ahead of me. Hendricks and ginger ale in a clear plastic cup perspiring in my hand. Contemplating all of the things I could be doing. And then you found me..