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Friday Thoughts
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There’s something about wanting what I’m not supposed to have that keeps me wet all day. It’s not just the thrill—it’s the need. The ache. The way my body tenses the moment the fantasy starts playing in my mind like a loop I never want to end.
Today, I can’t stop thinking about being wanted silently. Being watched, craved, and taken… by someone who shouldn’t. Maybe he’s married. Maybe I’m supposed to be off-limits. Maybe we both know how wrong it is—and neither of us cares.
I imagine his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. His voice low, firm, telling me not to make a sound. That if I’m good, he’ll let me finish. That if I’m quiet, no one will know.
I’m dripping before I even touch myself. The idea of being used in secret. Of being someone’s escape. His release. His craving he can’t control.
I don’t need dinner. I don’t need flowers. I need a hand around my throat and a mouth at my ear saying, “You’re mine for the next few minutes. Now shut up and take it.”
That’s what I’m fantasizing about today.
And if you’re reading this… you’re probably in it.
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Posted on : Jul 25, 2025
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Commented on Jul 26, 2025
We meet in the office where I go for my house insurance. My premium is overdue so I come to pay my bill. We chat and flirt a little as I stand and write my check. It’s almost time to close up for the day, so I ask if you’d like to get a drink. There is a bar not far so we stroll there together casually. It’s Margarita Monday, and I know the bar tender. He makes sure your three Margaritas have an extra shot of tequila. After your third I suggest I walk you to your car. You think you’d better call an uber, so I suggest I drive you home. Once we get to my car, as you sit your skirt slides high. When you don’t adjust it down I know this is going where I hoped. As I settle in my seat my fingers slip into your panties. We take the scenic route and stop in a small parking lot, away from traffic. I lick my fingers, you lick my cock, I open your blouse, you lose your bra, my erection fills your cleavage, you press you nipples in my mouth, I lift you on my lap, your guide my erection in your cunt. As we readjust our clothing you guide me to your house. As I walk you to the door you remind me my auto insurance is due next week. I say I’ll see you then
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