07/25/2000
My Dark Side
I am the girl next door. I am polite; I watch my manners and show respect. I have been taught to respect other people and not to hurt them. I am a good person.
If I pass you on the sidewalk and smile and nod my head to acknowledge our encounter, you may smile back at me or you may ignore me. Our eyes may make contact or you may avoid them. You do not know what I am thinking.
You may see me anywhere, at school, at the mall, in the bank or at the grocery store. It may appear to you, if you notice me looking at you, that I am just being friendly. I may be just doing that or I may be thinking and fantasizing about what you look like naked or what you have on under your coat or clothes. I may be wondering what you would do if I came up to you and kissed you passionately without warning or pressed my body against yours.
I may be the girl you see sitting innocently on the park bench with my short skirt up too high not realizing that I am exposing myself, but I do know it and I know you are watching me. I wonder what your reaction is to me, do you shrug it off or do you wonder what it would be like to make love to me? Am I turning you on? Are your eyes travelling up my legs to my thighs and under my skirt to try and catch a glimpse to see if I am wearing panties? Believe me, this is no accident. I plan it carefully. I enjoy seeing the reactions I get from women. I am not interested in men, only women. I target them. I think about them all the time and what I can do to turn them on and maybe have one get up the nerve to seduce me.
I enjoy wearing loose fitting tank tops in the summer and bending over in front of unsuspecting women, knowing they can't resist looking down my top at my tiny perky young breasts. Wondering what it would be like to take my hard nipple into their mouth and tease it with their tongue, before sucking it into their mouth and nipping at it with their teeth. I know they think about doing it. I wish they would. I wear very short cut-off denim jeans. Sometimes they are so short that half the cheek of my butt sticks out. I take every opportunity to bend over hoping they like what they see.
Sometimes I see a woman that I really find attractive. As I watch her, I imagine what it would be like to be with her. I think about what she has on. Is she like me, simmering on the inside, seeking release? Would she appreciate a young girl like me? Does she have the inner desire? If I made the first move, would she reject me or would she welcome me and use me for her pleasure. Would she take me away and have me drop to my knees in front of her and seek her out as she stands before me. I would run my hands up her nylon clad legs up under her skirt, I would press my face into her, hugging her, feeling her warmth and her lust as she thrusts her body towards me. I feel her hands on my shoulders, seeking support as her legs grow week with anticipation. Once steady, she lifts her skirt up exposing herself to me, only her panties are in the way. Then I feel her hands on my head, her fingers wrapping themselves in my hair as she pulls me into her again. My fingers are busy tickling and teasing her up the backs of her thighs and behind her knees. I press my face into her, taking in her fragrance, savoring it. I kiss and nibble her through her panties. I feel her pulling me closer into her. I slide my fingers into the leg band of her panties and lightly trace a path from her hip to her inner thigh. I hear her sigh. I hook my finger into the panty and pull it aside. I lightly press my lips to her; the sparse hair tickles my face and nose. I gently kiss there, little pecks. I feel her hands in my hair, pulling my face into her as my arms wrap around her and my hands hold her to me from the back. I part my lips and my tongue tentatively probes her. Lightly at first, touching here and there, wandering about, seeking her out. I touch a drop of her wetness and I retrieve it into my mouth, tasting her sweetness for the first time. I get bolder at her urgings. The probing with my tongue becomes more aggressive. It delves deeper into her, separating her more, allowing more of her juices to escape. I enjoy it. I want more. My fingers dance over her smooth skin as my tongue moves about, lapping up her juices, licking and probing her. I have difficulty breathing as she holds me captive, tightly against her. I slide my tongue deeply into her. My fingers and tongue explore her and I feel her tensing up and she presses my face tighter into her. My tongue and fingers are relentless. She starts to shake and squeeze me closer. My blood is pounding in my head. I continue to explore and I hear a gasp escape from her lips and then she spasms on my face and tongue. Slowly she comes down and I continue to explore her until she pushes my face away from her. Her fingers are still wrapped in my hair, tightly holding me down before her, not allowing me to move. I tilt my head and look up, but she is not looking at me. Her eyes are closed and she is still in another world, the one in which I have taken her.
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