Wandering & Wondering

I’ve always been impatient.
“Good things come to those who wait”  “Patience is a virture”
Fuck that.  I knew the dick I wanted.  I dreamt of it.  Masturbated to it.  Rubbed my hands over my body in the shower pretending it was him.  It was hard talking to him.  His eyes always said “I want you too” but whatever fears he had held him back.  It was so hard playing that game.  I wanted to challenge him, but every time I saw him, I wanted to bury my pussy over his face.