Sitting Here

So it’s 1:00 am and I really should try to sleep, but I’m wide awake.  Sitting here.
Sitting Here
I do have a story I should write…the problem is I’m sitting here thinking of all these scenarios and it’s getting me horny as hell.  I have no idea what to do.  How am I going to get back into writing so much when it just makes me more crazy?
I really want to go grab a toy and have it in my while I write.  I want to feel it buzzing my pink walls and feel myself spasming around it and getting wetter….but…it’s been a while since I’ve had a cock inside of me and I know I’m tighter than I already was.  I kind of want to wait.
I want the guy who gets a hold of my pussy next to feel how tight I am and have to try with all his might not to cum as he buries his cock deep inside my tight, warm little holes.
Yes, I said holes.  I want my ass fucked too.  I want it all.
I want to be filled completely.  I want to be owned.  I want to have my whole body quivering and shaking from orgasm time and time again.
Oh, I know I will cum right away just feeling a nice throbbing cock inside of me.  That’s ok.  I’ll lube us up nicely with my sweet juices for the pounding of a lifetime.  I’m hoping he, whomever he may be, doesn’t mind the moaning and screaming.  It’s certainly going to be loud, I generally am, but needing it as bad as I do…I have no idea if I’ll be able to control myself.  If I’m lucky, he’ll just go with the flow time and time and time again.
Poor Guy.  He has no idea what he’s in for.  Hope my appetite for fucking doesn’t scare him off.  I’d like to have someone to fuck me when I get all wound up like this, someone to inspire me to write more.  Writing more=fucking more=writing more.  It’s a vicious circle.
Anybody know someone who might be interested?  I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.