I am a victim of lust.
My desire knows no bounds.
Biting my lip,
I attempt to detach my mind from my body.
a blushing of pink covers my skin.
My breath quickens along with the hard rhythm of my heart.
A knot forms low with the pit of my stomach.
I feel the pulling at my body as if water reseeding int the ocean.
Building ever so slowly, sucking the very breath from my lungs.
Feeling so overwhelmed, seeming just at the moment of unconsciousness; the wave curls and smashes back down.
Swallowing me whole, engulfing all my senses.
Warmth begins to resonate between my thighs.
As my slit starts to moisten, I shift in my seat.
Liquid cream slips out from heated lips, and onto silk panties.
The wetness spread, soaking me to my clit.
I barely noticed the unintentional rocking of my hips, until the cool, damp silk started riding deeply into my folds; pressing tightly to my already swollen bud.
Quickly crossing my legs, I try to reduce the sensual constriction my underwear created.
Though it did nothing more than add pressure.
I run a hand through my hair, and let out a desperately, frustrating sigh.
Clinching my jaws, I scream mass waves of random hysteria to distract my brain from pleasure.
Tapping my foot, counting to 50 by odds; I begin to reign it back in.
I peer around the room with just my eyes.
Three men, all ignorant to the fact that I was just mere moments from climax.
My mouth quirks into a grin, cheeks burning with blush.
I quietly laugh to myself,
"Ahh, what it is to be a woman..."