Out of all the men I have met, he bothered me the most. Teasing as if I had no one else but him. His masculinity out performed anybody I ever met which is why I’m shocked by his distance. Wet as I idle at my at the kitchen table thinking about him. I imagine him lifting me to the table to eat my pussy. Imagining him fucking me in the park while people watch is a daily thought. I can replace my lust for him with anyone else but I don’t want to. In my deepest fantasy, he is the leader while others cum in my mouth. Fuck!