Tales From The Titty Woman

Tales From the Titty Woman

It is a hot day.  I am not wearing a bra and my nipples are hard.  I am so horny. You can see my hard nipples through my t-shirt.   You see me walking in the parking lot.  And I see you.  I look at your crotch and you look at my hard nipples.  I wonder how big your cock is and you wonder.  What do you wonder?  If only I could read minds.  Wouldn’t that be so cool.

You look up from watching my hard nipples and my tits bounce with each step that I take.  And you look into my eyes just as I look up from your crotch and I look into your eyes.  Then your wife runs up to you.  She gives me a look and then she punches you in the arm.  I hear her say, “Stop looking at that whore that way.”

And you say, “I wasn’t looking at anyone.  I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking she ask?”

I know what you were thinking but you lie to your wife.  And you tell her, “We need paper towels and I forgot to buy any.”

I watch as you and her walk away.  I will never know how big or small your cock is.  And you  will never feel my mouth on your cock.  You should feel sad.  Very sad.  But in the distance I hear you and your wife laughing.  You fucking assholes.

When I am finished shopping I will go home and I will put a pornographic DVD in my player and I will watch a hot, hot, porn movie.

And it will be….