Dirty, naughty thoughts occupy most of my brain
They drip out of me, like my cunt does most days
I question their arrival, from them, what do I gain
My nipples harden as they appear. I let them have their way.

I take a break from work and get into my car. My need is so great
 Thoughts growing as is the damp spot on my cotton covered slit
Slipping fingers inside the lace waist now. I'll just have to be late
Sighing, a moan escapes my lips as I feel how wet. I let my fingers flit.

They play over my trimmed, soft shaven mound and wet, soft, little knob
Thinking, wishing I was not alone today. That I had company in my playing
A hard cock, rough or soft fingers to join me. Thoughts to make me throb
I love to play, make love and fuck. Anything to scratch that itch, is what I'm saying.

For now, I'll be happy with this short little distraction from my day
Sliding two fingers inside of me, and I can hear the noise. A sort of a squish
Being wet and ready is never a problem for me. With a lover, or if I just play
I push my thumb in my ass for good measure. More time now, is my only wish.

I think again of stories I've read. Full of love, ropes, anal, hugs, so much variety
I'm not picky, any naughty, dirty thoughts will do. They always work, I don't care how
Bondage, oral, older, voyeur, giving and getting, it doesn't matter now to me
Getting off and back to my day, is what I need and crave the most right now.

Oh, I've got it.

A favorite authors words appear in my head. His stories work wonders for me
I add a third finger and slide it in with the two. My thumb pushing deeper still in my ass
I work them faster, my other hand joining the party. His words in my mind, I can now see
Descriptions of acts, I want to try. I imagine them all. Hurrying before time is passed.

An orgasm of freight train proportions I feel now heading my way.
My ass and cunt clench tight. Leaking and dripping around my fingers.
I stifle a scream, so as not to be found. I let that sweet release make my day
Shaking, my fingers and seat now drenched. I enjoy the scent in my car, as I linger.

Letting my fingers coax another one out of me. I'm greedy, one orgasm will never do
Moving my fingers again, bringing those pictures back into my head
I'm bound by sensations rising. The train is back, thanks to you
 Stories, poems, thoughts and I've cum again. A thanks to all the authors I've read.

Now back to work I go. I adjust my skirt and panties just so and exit the car
A great big smile glued into place. I'll be much more productive today,
Knowing my satisfaction is just a click away. All those stories and tales are never far
I just have to look and read or close my eyes and remember. I'll always find a way.