A quickie

What happens when a woman like me doesn't wear panties out in public? The air that finds it's way under my skirt tickles and my sex responds instantly. As my legs drape open the sun warms and caresses my pink flesh and I'm aroused. My mind wanders and that part of me that wants to be exposed, to seen and wanted races to the front.


I like being on display in my mind. I like being admired and desired. I like feeling free and open as my wetness trickles out....it is intoxicating. I like to hear about the desire of others and the response to my images. I used to crave it...fantasize about it...


It makes me want to do dirty things, things I would never actually be brave enough to do but my mind and body are willing when I'm exposed.


I want to hear about the rawness of desire and the lust of the admirer. I want to manipulate it with my flesh, my body and my words. I want to know that a glimpse led to a fever that could only be rubbed or jerked out. 

I love being naughty...