I feel so flattered to be complimented by so many handsome men here on Lush. I wish that I had visited here sooner. Perhaps in time, I will feel confident enough in myself to share more revealing photos of my petite form. I fear that I am nothing like the more bodacious young women who I see in so many of your photos and short films. Perhaps someone will appreciate my demure physique and girlish ways once you've gotten to know me better.

I should be honest with you about the feelings I've experienced of late. Often, I will find myself sitting alone in a cafe or walking beside the shoreline and seeing a young and handsome man watching me as he passes. I imagine that he still finds me attractive despite being in my early thirties and too slender for most men to notice. Maybe he thinks that I'm a housewife, someone whom he might have found attractive when he was young enough to address me as his best friend's mom.

I remember sitting alone beside the pier and a well-dressed gentleman in his late twenties approached and asked if I was in need of anything. I could see that he was looking at my eyes and then my lips, noticing also the pale glimpse of cleavage beneath my dress. I looked back and said that I was well but managed to look down towards his waist and the thick bulge beneath his belt. Had I actually enticed him enough to swell for me? My breath caught in my throat, and I smiled at him as if to plead for him to stay with me a little longer.

As he walked away and glimpsed back, I visualized him walking back and standing before me, looking down into my eyes with an appreciation for me. He leaned down and slid my shoulder strap down to reveal small but perky breasts, then placed his fingers beneath my chin while unzipping his slacks with the other hand. Unable to stand up or turn aside, I watched as he slid his thick cock out before my face and placed its head against my lips. With my dress slipping down over both breasts, he slid his hand behind my neck and drew my mouth over his full length.

I could feel every inch of flesh, the thick veins and mushroomed head sliding over my tongue and towards my throat. Gagging a little as he choked me, my eyelids fluttered and a moan sounded through the wet slurping of my lips wrapped around his throbbing member. I let my mind go blank and simply sucked his huge cock like it was the only pleasure in this world for me. The more that he forced himself inside me, the moister my panties became, until my knees quivered and ankles turned in awkwardly.

He told me that I was 'hot as fuck' and then began to pump himself deeper until I felt his flow. Swallowing his ropey cum as best I could, most ran over my lips and down across my small breasts. I didn't want to stop though, so I held his thighs tight and pushed my head forward until I could feel him harden again. He used both hands to grip my head and began fucking my mouth, each thrust choking me further until a load ruptured down my slim throat. I wanted this more than saving my own marriage. I needed to suck and swallow a huge throbbing cock just to feel like I was desirable again.

His legs spasmed and body convulsed, drawing himself out of my mouth as his cream ran over my soft and supple lips. But I couldn't imagine him just walking away from me ... I needed so much more. I leaned back and lifted my slender legs, knees bent and feet pointed down on the edge of the park bench. Lifting the hem of my dress above my waist, I used both hands to slowly lower my panties around my knees and then my ankles. He stepped forward and pulled them away with a casual gesture, looking into my eyes as I whispered for him to breed me.

I have never felt more like a woman as I did right then and there, my legs spread for this handsome and domineering young man, wanting and needing for him to fill me with his throbbing cock and to release all of his thick seed inside me. I arched my back and placed my bent legs over his hips, guiding his pulsating length of meat into me, then biting my lower lip when the full force of his first thrust made me cry out. It hurt so fucking good that I pushed back and gyrated my hips so he would go balls-deep and ravish me right there.

I might have blacked out had I not felt the euphoria of feeling so desired that this man ... this stranger ... couldn't resist dominating me entirely in a public place. My arms stretched wide and gripped the ends of the bench and I spread my legs even wider, whispering between my tears for him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to impregnate me with his sweet sperm if only to make me feel like the woman which every man expects me to be for him. I didn't care anymore ... I needed to submit entirely to this man's desires, as I feel that I will always be a submissive to the lust of other alpha males which I may entice the attention of.

I finger my lips often, hoping that I might one day tempt the right man to approach me. Maybe he will place his fingers beneath my chin and look into my eyes with the same longing as I feel. I can only wish that one day the right man will draw his own length of masculinity out before my face and slide it entirely into my mouth. I need to be dominated by an alpha male so bad that I feel as if I'm going to have a breakdown. I just want someone to look at me the way my husband used to. I need to feel like I can make a man hard and be so desirous of enjoying me that he fills my mouth with all of his lust.

I just want to let go ... I need to let go ... please. Pay attention to me. Make me your girl. Use me. Love me.