Would you look at me differently if I said I wanted more?
If I told you I craved things a good girl shouldn't even know of?
What if I told you I crave being fucked by a man who can dominate me and push me where I want to be, but don't have the courage to go alone.
What if I told you my desires beg you to tie me?
What if I even crave the sting of leather on my bare ass?
What if I told you, the next time we go to the beach together, I want to stand on the shore with you behind me, my shirt open so I'm exposed? What if I want you to nuzzle my neck and push your fingers into my panties? Play with my pussy, make me moan. I want to grind my ass against your cock, make you so hard. I want to see you desperate for me. Make me come.
What if you like my wild side?
What if you accept it?
What if there's more?
What if I crave being taken by multiple men in some remote dark room in the middle of nowhere? Multiple hard cocks surrounding me. One buried deep inside my wet pussy. One pumping in and out of my round ass as hard as he can. Another being forced down my throat as all three of them begin to pump their hot thick cum inside me. Filling me. Satisfying me.
What if I told you, sometimes, I crave it hard and rough. I crave your hands around my throat, your cock punishing me hard and fast?
What if I crave scratches on my back and bite marks on my arms and bruises, soft little ones that no one else will know where they came from, but I know. And every time I look at them, I feel claimed by you all over again?
I want so much.
I've been told I want too much.
No man has ever satisfied me, ever wanted all of me.
I have to hold back because I know sooner or later I'm either too much, or not enough, but someday...
Someday I want fall into someone and lose myself.
Someday I want to give everything of my heart and soul to a man and know it will be treasured.
Someday I want owned. I want possessed... I want loved.
Not because I need a hero or a rescuer, not because I can't handle being alone, but expressly because I don't need someone to rescue me, not even from being alone!
Somewhere... someday... I'm going to find that man who'll take my softer side and crave my wicked side, allow me my freedom, but own me heart and soul.
Someday...
