I Wanted Him Inside Me - erotica

More than anything

I’d been secretly watching him for quite a while. I even googled him, I didn’t exactly stalk him, but I did check out his pictures. And whenever I did, I couldn’t stop staring at him. It gave me the familiar itch between my legs and my imagination went wild. The things I wanted to do with him… oh…

It’s better to stare at a picture than to stare at someon…