I'm a slave to my own desires, a prisoner of my own cravings - and today, I woke up with a hunger that's eating me alive from the inside out.
I dreamt of a beast of a man, a faceless fucker with a cock that was less of a dick and more of a demolition tool, pounding me into submission until I screamed myself hoarse. I woke up, my heart still racing, my pussy still throbbing, my hands instinctively reaching down to ease the ache. I fingered myself silly, the buzzing of my clit piercing making my toes curl, my pussy juice dripping down my thighs like a sticky, sweet promise. But it was never going to be enough.
I've been spoiled, you see. That 10.3-inch monster I rode a few weeks back has ruined me - I'm a greedy little slut now, always on the hunt for something fatter, something longer, something that'll make my eyes roll back and my legs shake like a leaf. Tomorrow's guy better bring it, or I'll be sending him packing faster than you can say 'size queen'. I'm already picturing him splitting me open, cum dripping down my thighs, pooling on the floor, a sticky mess that I'll lap up like a starving animal.
I spent the morning getting ready, taking my time, making sure I look like a wet dream come true. I slipped on my new thong, the lacy fabric barely holding together at the seams - my ass is up, my tits are spilling out, and I look like a walking, talking sin. I took a pic, my chunky glasses perched on the end of my nose, my messy ginger curls a riot around my face, my sharp green eyes sparkling with mischief. I sent it to my ex, just to fuck with him. He whined, of course - he's always whining about something - and I blocked his ass without a second thought. Next.
I'm a size queen, hear me roar. I'm not apologizing for my cravings, for my insatiable hunger for something bigger, something better. I'm not ashamed of my body, of my tits and my ass and my thighs - I'm proud of them, of the way they jiggle and bounce and sway when I walk. I'm proud of the way I make men stop dead in their tracks, their mouths hanging open like fish, their eyes glued to my curves. I'm proud of the way I make them hard, of the way I make them want.
I'm not a tease, I'm a promise. I'm a guarantee of a good time, of a night you'll never forget, of a morning you'll struggle to wake up from. I'm a wet dream, a fantasy, a dirty little secret - and I'm not ashamed of any of it.
I'm Nila Tamalis, and I'm a force to be reckoned with. I'm a compact little package of dynamite, of fire and spice and sin - and I'm about to blow your world apart.