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A Diva's Confession: One Horny Jeepney Ride

July 13, 2014 (2 years ago)
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A Diva's Confession: One Horny Jeepney RideI was on my way home from a long shift (12-hour shifts for the third consecutive time around!) and I was really, really tired.  The jeep I was in was too small, but I was way past caring because I just wanted to go home.  Need I also mention that it was one of those days when a woman (and yes, this woman!) was in heat?  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was horny.  I have been ignoring it for days thinking it would go away on its own but I was wrong.  I had gotten past the point when cold showers no longer work as a cure, but I was too shy to call-a-friend and that damn male friend’s been getting on my nerves for days.

So I was sitting there cranky, tired, stressed, horny and waiting for the jeep to finally be on its way.  I wanted to shout at the driver but didn’t want to have an Amalayer moment so I tried to keep calm.  Finally, the last passenger squeezed his way in the oh-so-tight vehicle and sat directly in front of me.  I didn’t see his face but noticed how he had these long legs that invaded my personal space and brushed against my bare knee skin (I was wearing a skirt at that time and he was wearing man shorts).  So I chanced a look at his face and my jaw nearly dropped!  Tangina!  Ang gwapo nya! He had this Wendell Ramos look.  He had this white polo shirt on that had been unbuttoned enough to show just a hint of chest hairs.  I ogled.  I had to.  It wouldn’t be right if I don’t.

“Stop it!  Stop it now!”  I scolded myself.  “Look away, girl.  Look away!  Don’t get lost with the view!”
But I couldn’t look away and my thoughts went ahead of me.  Way, way, way ahead!

I look at his long fingers and wondered what it would be like to have two of those finger-fucking my pussy.  Slowly at first and then moving faster in a steady rhythm.

I look at his lips and imagined biting them, licking them.  And those lips kissing me all over.

He moved and parted his legs a bit more like he knew I was checking him out and wanted me to check him out there!

I looked away for a moment or two and closed my eyes.  Scolded myself again for my erotic thoughts.  But hey, I am but a girl—a horny one at that—so I had to look again.  I had to check out the bulge, right?  And so I did.  Damn bulge.  Enough to titillate a woman’s mind into imagining what is under it and what the taste would be like.

He’s big.  He has to be.  Well endowed.  Well stocked.

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