Hey there, you peeping tom. It’s me, your favorite dorm-dwelling temptress, spilling the tea on what’s brewing in my little corner of campus. The lights are dimming outside my window, the hallway’s buzzing with that late-night energy, but inside? Oh, honey, inside it’s about to get steamy. I’ve got this itch that only one guy can scratch tonight. Specifically a tall, cocky college boy who’s been eyeing me like I’m the forbidden fruit in finals week.

Picture this: my room’s all set up for sin. Posters of indie bands peeling at the edges, fairy lights twinkling like they’re in on the secret, and my bed? Made up with fresh sheets that are begging to be rumpled. I’ve slipped into that tiny tank top that hugs my curves just right. I don’t mind my nipples perking up against the thin fabric because, let’s be real, the AC in here is criminal. Paired it with boy shorts that ride up my ass when I bend over, perfect for teasing. No bra, no panties. Why bother when things are about to escalate?

This college girl is ready to spread wide…

He’s coming over soon, that boy with the broad shoulders and the smirk that says he knows exactly how to handle a girl like me. We’ve been flirting in class, brushing hands in the library, but tonight? No more games. I’m planning to pull him through that door, lock it tight, and push him against the wall. Feel his hands roam up my thighs, gripping hard as I whisper in his ear about all the dirty thoughts I’ve had during lectures. I’ll grind against him slow, letting him feel how wet I’m already getting just thinking about it.

Once we’re tangled up, I’ll straddle his lap on my desk chair, rocking my hips while I peel off his shirt, tracing my nails down his chest. His cock’s going to strain against his jeans, and I’ll take my time unzipping him, stroking that hard cock until he’s groaning my name. Then, it’s my turn to drop to my knees, taking him deep into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue until he’s begging to flip me over. I’ll guide him to the bed, spreading my legs wide, pussy aching for him to slide in—slow at first, teasing thrusts that build until he’s pounding into me, our bodies drip with sweat, the headboard thumping against the wall.

We might not stop there. I’ve got lube on the nightstand, toys tucked in my drawer, vibrators that hum just right, maybe even that plug I’ve been dying to try with someone who can make me squirm. He’ll fuck me from behind, hand fisting my hair, while I moan loud enough to risk getting kicked out of this place. Cum dripping down my thighs, his fingers teasing my clit until I melt at his feet. Naughty? Understatement of the semester.

I’m thinking a phone sex call…

But wait, why stop at just him when I could share the heat with you? If this has you throbbing, imagining yourself in his place, or watching from the shadows… grab your phone. Call me up, and let’s turn this fantasy into something filthy over the line. I’ll describe every thrust, every gasp, while you stroke yourself to the sound of my voice. What’s your number? Hit me up, and let’s make tonight unforgettable for both of us.