I want him to slam me against a wall, press his body against mine and look at me like I’m the only thing he needs to survive. I want him to drag me into a photo booth where anyone could come by, see us, and sit on the seat, forcing me to stand before him. I want him to slide my pants down my legs and unzip his, only his c*** exposed. In my fantasy, he forces me on his c***, lifting my legs up high enough for the camera to see everything. I want him to pound into me and force me to cover my mouth. Anyone could come by and I wouldn’t care. All I would need is him. Nothing else would matter. People would be outside, waiting for their turn and all I would do was get fucked in front of a camera, the pictures being taken and preserved for only him. I wish he would finish inside of me and leave me full of him. He would tidy us up and we would leave the booth, grabbing our photos and returning to our friends as if nothing happened. They would all be oblivious to what happened.
But that will never happen.
He prefers to hang out with someone else. My best friend.
But hey, a h**** person can dream, right?