The Naked Truth

I’m drunk and amorous tonight. I’ve spent all afternoon and evening flirting like a …. I don’t know. Like a flirting thang. But I’ve spent all evening flirting with people I don’t want to fuck (much), and the people I want to fuck, I don’t have to flirt with.

I could do you some damage tonight, honey. I could ride you till we both hurt, but you would probably hurt more than me. I could be so amenable you could do anything you wanted. I’m so turned on tonight, sweetie, you could even pull my hair, and I’d only yell for more.

I’d suck your cock till you begged me to stop, I’d fuck you so sweetly your head would spin. I’d be all yours to do with as you wished, and I’d say yes to anything you asked. You’d be sorry in the morning that you knew me tonight, but you know you wouldn’t regret a thing.

I’d be walking funny tomorrow, baby, and you’d be weak and drained. But you’d be fucked so well, and sucked so thoroughly, that you’d be smiling when they came to take you away. You’d be babbling of the way I held your face to my cunt, and you had no choice but to keep me coming and how you were drunk on my juices. You’d be muttering incoherently of everything I did to you, and what you did to me, and how it turned your world upside down.

Everything you think you feel, my darling, you’d feel it so much more. You’d be fuck-dazed, sex-sated, euphorised on pussy-crack. You’d be endorphined, adrenalined, you’d be crawling on the floor, whimpering for more.

You’d be so sorry, love, you weren’t here tonight.