Alone at Last

How do I even begin this. How do I even start
I am here all alone in my cold, dark, empty house. I can hear every creek and crack, I can hear

every rain droplet puttering on this old worn down roof, I can hear the trickles trickling down

and down and down.
I can hear the groans the foundation of this old house makes, these noises, these sounds

are nothing quite like the soft subtle moans escaping away from my mouth and bursting

loudly into my ears as I move my fingers across my soft n*****s, caressing every crease,

following the shape of my tit, drawing the outline of them. I let out a subtle pinch that makes

me scream with excitement, my other hand, my left hand that I now lost control over suddenly

and slowly has made its way down to my thighs, between my thighs it goes, between them

as it begs for me to open up my legs so it can see the surprise inside. I do it. I open them up

and the scent of a rose pedal stings my nose. I feel ecstatic, I feel calm. My fingers begin to

tease this beautiful tight little flower of mine, this tight little wet hole of mine, the same hole that

has been ravished and rammed and torn apart by multiple c***s big and small, old and young. 

Mmmmm I can just imagine it now, and oh my fingers, oh my fingers please find your way

inside the warm gooey center of my warm luscious hole. My breathing; My warm breathing has

made this cold, dark house into a bright hotbox. Oh f**k, I shall go deeper as far as deep

as my fingers can go, how far can they grasp, Oh how I miss my hole being the

center of attention.

And how about you Mr. reader? 

Are you enjoying what you are reading? 

what you are imagining?

what you are feeling?
Do you want to join me?
I wish you were hear for me to unzip those stupid f*****g pants and play with what is inside, 

be my little puppet, 

treat me like your slave 

I want to leave my red lipstick all over you, 

I want to leave you my mark so you remember me, 

remember my name, 

if you dare ask for it.