Please don’t distract me right now. I’m quite happy in the midst of my obsession.

I can easily while away hours and hours thinking about his cock. If someone speaks to me, they’ll likely catch me with a dreamy, lustful look in my eyes, and maybe a little sweat on my brow or a bead of moisture on my lower lip. I’ll be physically here, mentally gone. After all, if you’ve seen his cock… definitely worth a little obsessing. Long, thick, sculpted, lightly veined, just a hint of curve… perfect.

I don’t simply imagine looking at that cock, obviously. The more vacant and quiet I appear to be when you see me, the more likely I am to be internally bucking and squirming, thrashing and screaming, cunt filled, more than filled, with that cock, feeling it slam, slam, slam into me, mercilessly, relentlessly, forcing my orgasms out of me.

That’s not all that occupies my mind. I think of that cock in my mouth, too. I think of my tongue swishing around its perfectly formed head. I think of licking my way down, down, down the underside of the shaft, flicking, tasting, humming, sucking, and back to the beginning, this time with my mouth and my throat wide open. I can feel him, it, thrusting into me, smacking against the back of my throat. I gag reflexively as I remember that sensation, and then I imagine taking him ever deeper, swallowing, accepting.

And of course, I think about that cock in my ass. Naturally. I think about that initial resistance, despite his careful preparation. I picture myself on hands and knees, biting my lip, silently or not-so-silently questioning whether there could possibly be room for that there. I feel the wonder and the thrill when the possibility is confirmed as reality, and he pops past the tightness and into my welcoming warmth. I imagine him pausing, waiting for my acquiescence, and gasping when I signal my readiness by pushing myself back on him, back, back, over and over.

How can I be bored when there is that cock, any cock, a cock that has been mine or could be mine or will be mine? Leave me to my lust, my memories and my fantasies. I’ll be fine.