Frisky – flash fiction

“I need you here right now. Bring a friend. I am frisky” Was I serious? How long before he heard my message. What then? What if he does do it and she is a girl? What if he is some guy he just met? I sat back. Better get ready. A bath. My sweet cunt needed a rest before he ...? They? Got here. The hot water did not soothe the fire inside. It burned in me. I thought about it for a while. I wanted this. He better not come alone. Someone who knows nothing about me. Someone exciting. We can kiss and fuck and kiss and fuck. He can watch. I want her fingers exploring, her tongue higher. I want this guy’s prick searching out my throbbing ache. They can have all of me and then tell me how sweet and dirty I am. Then he can join in. Maybe. After a while. Would he do it? He will not have me if he comes alone. I might suck his dick, and then stop. Tell him to go out on the street and find someone if he wants more. Hurry sweetheart. I want to meet your friend.   copyr...
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