Reflections
I shouldn't be thinking of his dick. How it makes me feel. How my pussy clenches whenever it is close by, knowing that it is about to get battered. The pride knowing that when it comes out of my pussy, it is all wet with my juices.
I shouldn't.
I shouldn't be practising Kegels while typing. Not for strengthening my vagina walls, but to be able to hold his dick tighter. To own the best pussy he has ever dipped his dick into. For him to keep coming back for more. For him to do as I say.
I shouldn't.
I shouldn't be writing this here. Where one of my two roommates can pick up and use it against me. The thought of them finding out is making me clasp my legs together in glee.
I shouldn't.
I shouldn't have agreed to meet up with him, knowing fully well that I would be thinking of the last time we fucked each other senseless.
Hello, diary, my name is Samantha and I am going to spoil you rotten with the thoughts I shouldn't have and the things I shouldn't do.
