Suddenly you pull out and pull me onto my hands and knees. Our eyes lock together and spark with mutual lust. I know it’s wrong but I feel only a slight pang of guilt for the thoughts running through my head. You looked up making eye contact then quickly looked away realizing you had been caught eyeing me up. I love being such a filthy little slut. As I strode confidently by his side, high heels clicking rhythmically on the tiled floor I could already sense the admiring glances from the men in the room. But a girl like me needs to feel sexy, to know that guys are looking at me, wanting me, fantasizing about me, even if they have no chance of ever having me, after all I am in a relationship. Once there the helpful waiter showed us to our table. In the back of my mind I know I should be faithful, a ‘good girl’, but each time I glance around I see your wanton gaze inviting me onto you and the ‘bad girl’ in me takes over.
