Yesterday I got to participate in the humiliating game of Traffic Court. I'm not sure what the cause may be but lately I've been filled with the most ravenous, insatiable lust. Standing in line to check in with the court clerk became a tortuous mind game the minute I spotted a petite Mexicana several people ahead of me. The sight of her thin shapely thighs, compact protruding butt, B-cup perky breasts, and light, creamy brown complexion caused my thick blood to boil unbearably. She had a man with her but I couldn't tell if they were together. The safest thing to do seemed to be to wait until I got home and feverishly masturbate to the thought of her. All throughout the day I couldn't think of anything thing but her, moaning with pleasure as I thrust in and out of her from the rear, her buttocks rhythmically quivering with each of my measured, lengthy strokes. The clerk had to call my name twice.

When I entered the courtroom it wasn't any better. Two rows in front of me a very sweet, tan young Mid-Eastern looking thing sat next to a tough-looking white guy. The tough-looking white guy was thin and at least several inches shorter than me. I was sure my cock was at least several inches larger than his. I wanted to rip his head off and roar away with his sweet young thing on the back of my motorcycle before his body hit the floor. I'd speed over to my apartment, kick the door down, and throw her on my bed. With one motion I would rip her clothes off with one hand and mine with the other, revealing my huge, swollen, completely erect penis. After seeing the look of my own unbearable desire mirrored in her eyes, I imagined myself grabbing her by the ankles, lifting them high in the air, and pounding away until the shockwaves of a violent orgasm rocked her body. The force of her climax would trigger my own, allowing me just enough time to pull out and drench her face in my own ejaculation.

I'm sure this has something to do with my recent break-up. I will continue to stay in-doors for the time being.