True Sex Stories: Cock Drifting

Who says men are the only ones who think about sex every seven seconds?

Yesterday was a long long day. 5 am and not home until 11PM .

My days have been consisting  of that sweet spring fever, walking and driving around in a cock drifting haze. The hum and vibration of my vee dub igniting my pussy as I zip around, all those city boys catching my eye. When we get sunshine in SF– it makes every one giddy and happy and shed clothing. Today for me, it is those boys/men in suits–or partial suits riding bicycles. They look so good.

By 8 I was at the yoga studio, class starts at 8:15. I change up put my stuff in the locker, checking out all the beautiful girls of all shapes, size, ethnicity–flavor. I like flavor.

I check the phone one last time, because yes I am slightly addicted to it–and I have a few minutes before start time. I see your email…I only breeze through it–cannot really read detail on the phone, but yet it still makes me grow wet and only mildly jealous. Rereading a few parts over, I ponder. Then slam the locker and go claim my spot on the floor.

We start. Breathing. I am good for the first set.

Then it starts– the mind wander. I think hmm what did he expect to see underneath her soft powdery blue cami thing? Then I wondered, did she have small tits, why was she so anxious for easy access? You must have had her worked up. I snap out and focus on instructor. Somehow we have moved 3 poses down, and i had not even noticed.

I stay on my game for awhile then I start drifting again.

I think– was he fingering her asshole. Oh that is hot. I am already sweating because it is 104 degrees in the room but now I am flush and hot  because I am drifting thinking if you had your thumb on her puckered little star giving a little massage make her clitty pop even more.

Fuck! focus.

I snap out of it. I work hard for the remainder of the standing series then we move to the floor work…

Once on the floor though, it's  all over, I drift away and think about her having your cock in her mouth. Jealousy or envy or both. I wanna be the girl to put you in outer space–I want to be the one that makes you see stars, that makes you slouch back in cock sucking ecstasy. More than anything– I want to be the one who make you sigh, moan–maybe even growl with my cock loving lips.

Focus Focus Focus!

Back to the yoga, it is time for bow pulling pose, on my belly feet and arms stretched behind me–hands pulling legs toward the sky–rocking on my abdomen, my pelvis, my cunt. It throws me over the edge, I am in a full on cock fantasy. I think about how she leaked her gloss all over you leg while she had your cock in her mouth.  Your curve was just so good to her mouth and to her pussy that she wanted to grind and cum while she thought about it, as she worked you with her lips. Maybe like me, she was imagining being fucked by that cock, while she sucked that cock.

During Savasana on our belly, I cannot resist shoving my hand, my balled up little fist deep between my thighs directly into my full of life pussy lips and grind into my self–I can tell I am slick not with just sweat but with a definite lusty want for cum. I was no longer in the yoga studio, but lost in the thought of…

damn your cock must me DELICIOUS…

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