Tonight my soul is not begging, nay screaming "FUCK ME NOW."   i feel like a cat in heat yet the world is oblivious.   If i were actually a cat i would be on the table, bent over with my ass pointed and the sky and screaming for attention.  Its probably a good thing that my thoughts do not leak out and become visible to the world; if they did surely someone, recognizing that i am starved for cock would grab me, drag me off and i would agree to nearly anything to get what i so desperately want.  In my fantasies a firm hand guides me on a path, expecting me to act and dress precisely as instructed, molding me to be the best me that i can be, intensifying my already sexual nature and expanding my horizons in directions i would never have considered myself.  my soul is still screaming, the plea is deafening, i can hear nor think of little other than carnal desire.