Uh oh.

Something is different. I've changed. How can somebody change so quickly? I was normal last night. 

I was...  Me.

I've woken up like a new person. Like somebody different. Like a slut. I want so badly. So strongly. 

The man that I see every morning by the lifts. I want him. I need him. I don't know his name. But I would have more then happily taken his dick deep into my throat right then. In the lift. For anybody to walk in on us. 

That only made me want it more. Perhaps they'd join in. Perhaps I'd get fucked in the lift. 

Every person I see or walk by, I think of in a naughty situation. 

The man at the bus stop would bend me over and do me against the glass. The young girl at the checkout would moan out loud as I lick her from beneath the counter.

The old couple in the park would have some right kinky fetishes. Grandpa would have the time of his life while his lovely old lady watches him getting it on with me. 

What's wrong with me?  I'm not usually like this. I'm nice. Normal. 

The girl dressed in a st Trinians costume would have her first lesbian session with me. And the tattooed guy walking behind her would accidentally catch us and ask us to put a show on for him. 

We would tie him up and tease him until he begs. Then he could fuck me. Real hard and fast while the slutty school girl rides my face.

What's wrong with me? I'm not like this. I'm normal. I'm good. 

I'm a good girl. 

You can play with me if you want.

We could...