Oh, my friend. You love to window shop. You sure look at me a lot. I notice you sometimes, you know. You look at me more than any other man I've ever wanted. It makes me crazy. It makes me suck in my tummy and push out my tits for you, that's for sure. I love catching you looking. I love how open you are about wanting me. You make me feel beautiful. I admire your integrity too, and I live for the day you stop being able to stay away.

I love looking at you, too. The sight of your mostly unclothed body is...astonishing. I could look at it all day. When you take off your shirt, I think about laying you down on my bed, gently fastening your wrists to my bedposts, and exploring you with my tongue. Back of the neck, yes, side of the neck, collarbone to those gorgeous hard muscles of yours, to your nipples. I know I can bite. Down your belly, my hands working your thighs while my mouth works your torso.

I wonder if you'd like watching me take off my clothes. You'd really see me then, my body, there in front of you. I want to look in your eyes and strip for you, watch the desire in your eyes. I want to watch you as I take off my bra, as I cup my tits in my hands and stroke the nipples, as I lay back on my bed and my fingers move to the outside of my panties. I love showing you my pussy. I want to look in your eyes as I put my hand on my wet pussy and play with my clit, and I want to watch you decide what to do about me.

I want to lower my pussy onto your face and let you have what you want without fear. To slowly slide my pussy across your perfect mouth while you drunk it all in, that would be so amazing.

Do you get by now that I can't stop this? I don't want to, I have nothing to lose at all. I just want what I want.

I want you to take me. I want you to take the time to really look at me. Performing for you, showing you what I like with my fingers on my body, panting for you, begging for you, knowing how hard your cock is, how deeply you'll fuck me, how badly you want to. You have very good control of yourself. Can you control my pussy? I want to feel you fucking me, and I want to see that control. I need to spread my legs for you. I need it like I need to breathe. I want to look in your eyes as my pussy teases you, encloses you, takes you in, as you fuck me slowly and then so hard.

I know how bad you want to fuck me and how hard. The same way I can tell from your kisses what your mouth would feel like on my pussy, I can tell from sucking your cock what fucking you would be like. I know that at least the first time, you would need me to take it pretty fast and hard and make a lot of noise for you so you knew how much I loved it. A performance, a victory, and just so good. Just thinking about the taste of your mouth, the feeling of your hands on my wrists, the rhythmn of your cock is just so good.

And I can wait. You take all the time you need, my friend, because I remain here. Mouth unkissed, pillow empty, ready and waiting for you. To look, to touch.

You can't break it and you don't have to buy it. Imagine that.