Wrangled Kitten

I grab the remote, just so I know that it's on me. As I walk through campus, I'm in such a hurry to get to my class that I don't realize that I've dropped it.

I get to my class and I settle in my seat. Moments later, my toy starts buzzing softly. I bite my lip, trying not to react.

You have the remote, and are toying with it, imagining that there's a girl out there somewhere who's currently sitting in class, pussy buzzing.

You toy with me through my entire class. I head back to my dorm, determined to get the toy out. But I'm sweating, and my legs are damp. When you see me, it's obvious to you that I'm the one you've been toying with.

You follow me carefully, trying not to be spotted. When I slide my card and head into my dorm building, you catch the door and follow me.

You play with me as we walk, enjoying the sounds I make as the toy buzzes happily inside me. When I enter my room, you follow.

I notice you now, and you hold up the remote, turning the toy up to full blast, watching my eyes as I cum.

"Good girl," you whisper. I blush.

A poem dedicated to my favourite slut, @wrangledkitten

Let your slut flag fly High in the sky Fly it with pride Like you've nothing to hide

Fly it at the park When you go for a stroll Flaunt your best strut In heels befitting a doll

Fly it at the mall In every window you pass Admire the reflection Of that tight sexy ass

Fly it at the gym With stretch pants so thin Every stud can see The lack of panties within

Let your slut flag fly Dress for the male gaze Leave every single guy Wanting you for days

Fly it at the pool As you flex those firm thighs In a bikini so cute Every married man lies

Fly it at the beach Don't sweat getting sandy To every passer-by You're the sweetest eye candy

Fly it on the street Where strangers flit past Be the girl that turns heads Form impressions that last