My Restraint, Quick Story

   With each passing day, my lust for her grows.  Images of her consume my thoughts and desires.  I yearn only for her, I get off only to to her, and with each day it is a test of my restraint to not tell her this.

   She is unobtainable but I know she begs for my touch, my lust, and my passion. Every scenario that can I wish, want, and imagine has been because of her.  

Taking her at work on her desk and hoping none 
of her colleagues walked in.   The image of lifting up 
her skirt and seeing that perfect pussy gets me so hard.
Maybe a female staff member does walk in, and begs to join.

Fondling her as she slept and then tasting her sweet pussy on my lips.  
An image of looking up from between her thighs and seeing her 
squirming in her sleep makes me want her more.

Tying her face down, blindfolded,lubing up my cock, 
and fucking her hard in her ass.  I picture her being 
so turned on she begs me to dominate 
her, and for her, I would.

Having her give me head as I drive and then pulling 
over to fuck her on the side of the road.  I wouldn't care who 
saw us, I would just want to hear her moans.

Teasing her while we were at a bar or restaurant.  
My hands under the table playing in her panties.  
Pulling up her dress and pressing my cock into her ass 
as waited at a bar for our drinks.  

Restraint, it is what keeps us from being just animals.  With her however, my inner animal has never felt more alive.