I have a secret. Do you want to know what it is? Should I tell you?
What fun would that really be?
Maybe I will keep it to myself for just a little longer. See how it feels. Play with it in my mind for a bit.
If I say it, then it is out there, and I can’t take it back. You will know what your attention does to me when you give it, and you take it away.
For now, I will just watch you as you watch me. I can see you over there on the other side of the room. You are pretending not to stare, just as I am.
How long will we play this game? How long will you pretend not to know me?
I move closer. I am aching to just get a scent of you. Throbbing with the need, if you must know. I guess I can share that at least. Not much of a secret, is it? And the way your voice does things to me. You can already tell that. I am not that close yet, but I can hear it. I can pull it out of a crowded and noisy room. I know that part of you at least. You haven’t kept that from me.
I pass you instead of stopping and interrupting your conversation. I don’t want to get in the way of your fun. You look so happy there. And we have time.
I have time. Time to hold on to this secret. I order my drink at the bar and sip on it, staying close to you so I can somehow feel a part of you, at least in a small way.
The night stays like this for a while, both of us circling each other without ever acknowledging one another.
But all good things come to an end, don’t they? Can’t wait around forever.
I make my way to the door and the parking garage where I left my car. I am so deep in thought I don’t notice you there until your hands grab me from behind. My walls instantly clench, waiting to hold on, to finally get what they have been weeping for all night. You are rough. The anticipation stage has lasted too long, and you need your cunt.
You rip the end of my dress, trying to get to my panties and set them aside. I feel them rip too, and I see you put them to your nose; here you growl and watch you slip what’s left of them into your pocket.
If you have nothing else left of me, you at least have the tattered remains of my underwear. Proof of what you do to me.
These thoughts invade my mind only for a second as you invade me. The grunting, the skin slapping together, the wetness, and the way your cint grabs onto you. Noises echoing against the concrete walls. My cum dripping down my legs as you make me orgasm over and over.
Soon your cum will join, and I will have your smell on me as I drive home to my empty place.
Something I can hold on to in the night as I dream of you and wait for a day when we are not a secret.
