Nude Thoughts 46

My vag got so fat and wet when I thought of you yesterday. I wanted to chain you to my loins. I wanted you inside me all day. We didn’t have to fuck – I just wanted you in me. I wish I could carry your penis around with me, disembodied. A pocket penis. I could stroke it absentmindedly, feel it get stiff and then stuff it down there, maybe while I was sitting on the bus. I used to think of your voice a lot, how the timbre turned me on, but now I keep thinking of your rod. Maybe you’re nothing but your penis to me now. Is that good, or is that bad?