riding the bus with you back from the bar. we’ve both drank too much to even glance at a pair of car keys, and it’s only a couple stops to our shared apartement. we’d slipped away at the club to makeout in the bathroom, and you begged me to stuff you full. i’d taken my strap from its harness beneath my clothes and eased it inside you. once you could take it all comfortably, i’d slid your underwear and clothes back as they were and exited the restroom with you in hand.
we’re now on the bus, and you still have the thick toy in. awwh, look at you, trying to keep a straight face for everyone. every little bump in the road, you tense up, trying so hard not to make a sound. you poor thing, all plugged up and drunk right here next to me. you wanted this, remember? practically begged for it, and now you're gripping the edge of your seat, barely able to sit still, its cute. you’re such a good pet for me.
another bump sends you pressing up against me, your nails in my lap raking feverishly at my thigh. I can see it in your eyes, when they’re not screwed shut that is, that desperate, pathetic look. awwh, cmere, sweetheart, hold it together. everyone’s watching us, you wouldn't want them to know how turned on you are, hm? shh sweet thing, I can how close you're getting, your breath hitching when the road gets rougher. just a few more stops, love. think you can last? hold my hand, sweetheart, squeeze tight, we're almost there.