Hurricane Warning

So...this has been what's happening with my life lately. A few weeks ago, my boss told me I was going to fill the position out in Atlantic Beach. Don't get me wrong. I like it. The people are friendly. I love working for my company. The area is much more affluent. The people are absolutely beautiful. I consider it a blessing. I do. I honestly do. But I mean damn. Can a girl just get a booty call? Sure. Send the girl with the sky high libido out to the fucking beach.
I had no choice. There is something about the beach that inherently makes me horny. I dont know if it has something to do with all the sunshine sending happy endorphins to my brain. I don't know. I'm not a doctor.
This is not good. In fact, this is bad. Very bad.
Not only is my libido very high, but now I am forced to look at gorgeous sexy girls in their bikinis all day long. And...hot muscular shirtless guys. I am going to lose my mind. I feel alot like a wolf working at a sheep farm. The other day I saw a guy that was so hot, it took all of my willpower not to scromp him on the spot. I don't think his girlfriend would have appreciated that.
I can feel the moisture building in my pussy. A swirling vortex of moisture that strengthens everytime I spot someone attractive there...which happens often. I must have my pussy fucking pounded by a nice cock soon...or there is going to be major fucking collateral damage. But until that time, Hurricane Chrissy continues to churn off the coast of Atlantic Beach. This is why I haven't been on here as regular as I would like lately and I apologize.
Hurricane Warning issued.

As always,
Christine