Spring

My sexuality lately has been feeling very much like a prowling kind. I want a chase. I want to have hot sex with someone I barely know. It has been so long since that has happened. I'm starting to imagine fucking people I walk behind; just the random strangers who end up in front of me on my commute to and from work.

Yesterday I walked behind a muscular black man and his child. In that 5 minutes I walked behind them I imagined all kinds of fantasies fulfilled by this beautiful man with the broad shoulders. I saw myself kneeling before him sucking his cock while his hand held my hair out of my way. I imagined wrapping my legs around him while he fucked me up against a wall. I imagined us devouring each other with want, need, and lust, but also kindness. This wasn't a hard brutal fuck. This was a fuck out of need for one another. The sex of my fantasies is never particularly sweet. More like considerate yet passionate.

I find myself flirting more with people online. It's safer that way. I want to play, but it is not time yet.

Oh how spring puts me in the mood to prowl.