Parting my legs in the expectation that I would feel your tongue. I was begging and moaning for you as you teased me, squatting just out of reach and ...aking me strain my neck as far as I could, my mouth wide and my tongue extended as far as I could reach, just barely managing to touch your sopping pussy. Starring up at the flexing muscles around your pussy as you hold yourself above me, calling me your cunt and your bitch. Telling me to lick and to beg for it. Even when I watched the stream of. I give them a quick squeeze as a I re-adjust my bra and head down the road. People have piled out the station with me walking down the roads home too. Im thinking about my evening as I stroll, thinking how closely I was dancing with some older men tonight, men with wedding rings and greying hair dancing close to me, feeling my ass bump and rub against their crotch. Purposely exciting many men, and feeling my pussy get wetter the naughtier I act. Absentmindedly my hand has worked its way down. It felt really good having his tongue swirling around my wet pussy. I had just shaved that day so it was easy for him to get it all cleaned up. It felt so good that for a moment I thought about forgetting the whole thing and just fucking him right then, but I didn’t. I stood up and turned around and told him to lick my ass now. At first he was being a little timid about it, I don’t know if it was dirty but I didn’t care, it felt so good to have his tongue tickling me asshole. I made him do it. The world is a sharp, cruel place with many teethand things that gnash and tear. The world will eat her alive, brutalizeher, destroy her. In here she is safe. Safe and locked away from the world- and from any chance of salvation.I tried ignoring her, letting her starve. I locked the door and ignoredher and tried to forget she was down there, to convince myself I hadimagined the whole thing. It didn't work. She's resilient, and can survivewith very little. And I couldn't forget, not completely..