It's been awhile...
...I know, too long. Haven't felt the need to release here as I used to. I've been so busy, that the thought of writing a fantasy has not even entered my realm of thinking. Also, my computer crashed and I've been on the boyfriend's, and don't want him finding me here...
But the computer man just left me with a fixed laptop, and I can't stop thinking of him.
He said, "If I were single I'd ask you out,"
I said, "If I were single I'd say yes," or at least I was thinking that.
A soft look between us, he has the most honest looking blue eyes I've ever seen, as bright as the sea. I could have actually kissed him right there. As he took apart the motherboard on my laptop I pretended not to notice him, but all I could think of was taking him next door into our bedroom, to let him kiss me everywhere. He would have obliged, I know it. We could have acted on animal instinct, without consequence. The old me would have let this happen, the old slut inside of me.
You know you're growing up when you let a moment like this pass, so here's my fantasy...
Imagine, as he's showing me how to save music onto my memory card, I could have placed my hand onto his, looked him in the eye, and he would have grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the mouth. My stomach turns in excitement as our faces intertwine and tongues collide softly and harder like the fourth of July, for what feels like an eternity. He kisses my neck and I let out audible breaths which turn to light moans, which I can feel in his heartbeat is turning him on.
'where's your bedroom?' he whispers in my ear. I look into his ocean blue eyes which are kind and craving me. I kiss him lightly, and stand up over him seated in a chair, my legs intertwined with his. I look down at him. His hands move from my hip standing before him to under the tee shirt I'm still wearing that i wore to bed the night before. He feels my bra, which I put on minutes before he arrived, (I am a lady afterall) and his fingers tiptoe their way underneath the fabric to feel the skin growing harder and more tense to his touch. He lifts my shirt and begins kissing my stomach, and I grab his head in my hands, letting my back arch beneath his touch. I stop him suddenly and usher him into the bedroom which I share with someone else every night.
(this is just a fantasy right? ok then I have to finish...)
The next few minute are like a movie where the two lead characters have been waiting the entire film to undress each other. I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, as he takes off my hoodie jacket and tea shirt. He removes his own shirt as I raise his arms. My hands are on his chest as he unsnaps my bra just as easily as he unscrewed the pieces and parts of my machine minutes before. He leans over to kiss my nipples, touching each one with his fingertips. We find our way to the bed, never taking our lips or eyes off each other. Lying down he has power over me. Not the kind where I feel unsafe, but the kind when a man and all of his jutting parts are magnetic to my interior caves that want to envelope and hug him, making him scream, making him sweat.
He holds my wrists above my head, not too hard, and begins to work his way down my slim body, tracing my figure softly like an artist as he moves. He stops at each breast to suck and nibble, biting me just enough to make me scream a little. His force is passionate and powerful. I am so unbelievably wet and begin to realize that I didn't plan this to happen. My mind scans to all the unshaved and unhowered parts of me that he is creeping down to view. He slowly pulls my pajama pants down, revealing everything for him to see, naked and raw. He grins at what he sees and starts to slowly taste me, like a cat, who first pokes at a new object, curiously. Smelling me, kissing me, he begins to feast his entire mouth all over my pussy like a piece of fruit, squeezing my thighs. I moan as he finds my clit underneath the folds. He licks my clit, listening to my moans telling him what feels right. He circles his tongue faster, drinking me, licking me, my cunt feels like a fucking waterfall and I am gushing all over him. He moans with me, drinking every last drop of me and doesn't let go until I cum hard into his mouth, bucking my hips, arching my back. My thighs are shaking, and he kisses each one. I lie there as he moves up to my face. We look at each other, and I pull him into me to kiss him for a long time, tasting what he tasted, licking every last bit of me out of him. I roll over on top of him and sit up so he can look at me. He puts his hand on my hips and we grind each other a few minutes. I love feeling his bulge underneath the fabric of his underwear. I move down to pull them off, and now it is my turn to smell and lick him curiously, furiously. He has no idea this is an art of mine. I'm not just going to suck him up and down like every other girl. I am going to tease him everywhere, his balls, his taint, massage his head touching the slit as I do, run my hands down the entire shaft, tracing it with my fingertips. I won't even put my entire mouth over his dick until he begins to wet and practically begs with his body. When I do begin to take him completely, I will sqeeze it gently, jerking it in rhythm with my mouth, which twists back and forth around him. I will listen to his screaming moans. I move faster as his hips tell me too. I listen to his body leading me to his climax, just as he listened to mine. When he finally cums he screams, confessing to me later he has never screamed that loud during fellatio.
'do you have condoms?' he asks. Of course I do.
Getting him hard again is simple. He is excited to be there with me, I am turned on by his honesty, his eyes, his sensuality. We kiss and I jerk him off a little. When he's ready, I put the condom on and slide on top of him. He places his hands on my hips and we begin our dance. The rhythym may be a bit awkward at first, but when we find it, it is undescribable. Like Ginger and Fred, like a couple who knows each other's thoughts before they speak them, like a waltz. I ride him and he penetrates deep, each of us controlling our movements so we feel like one. He is so immersed in me it overpowers my insides, and I know walking later will be a constant reminder of his deep thrusts. He rolls on top of me, and once again I feel his complete power over me, which opens me up to him even more. I love the feel of a man knowing his way on top of me. We kiss and sweat and moan, he grabs a leg and puts it over his shoulder. He begins to pound harder, with a rhythym that is like music. He thrusts a few more times harder, until he cums again louder this time.
Falling onto me, we will lay there in silence for a bit. Until I wake up and realize that this story wasn't just another one of my surreal fantasy stories where a hot man and woman penetrate me everywhere for hours. No, this one is pretty real, and had I been another version of myself this morning, I would have let it happen.
Confessions of a horny girlfriend....
But the computer man just left me with a fixed laptop, and I can't stop thinking of him.
He said, "If I were single I'd ask you out,"
I said, "If I were single I'd say yes," or at least I was thinking that.
A soft look between us, he has the most honest looking blue eyes I've ever seen, as bright as the sea. I could have actually kissed him right there. As he took apart the motherboard on my laptop I pretended not to notice him, but all I could think of was taking him next door into our bedroom, to let him kiss me everywhere. He would have obliged, I know it. We could have acted on animal instinct, without consequence. The old me would have let this happen, the old slut inside of me.
You know you're growing up when you let a moment like this pass, so here's my fantasy...
Imagine, as he's showing me how to save music onto my memory card, I could have placed my hand onto his, looked him in the eye, and he would have grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the mouth. My stomach turns in excitement as our faces intertwine and tongues collide softly and harder like the fourth of July, for what feels like an eternity. He kisses my neck and I let out audible breaths which turn to light moans, which I can feel in his heartbeat is turning him on.
'where's your bedroom?' he whispers in my ear. I look into his ocean blue eyes which are kind and craving me. I kiss him lightly, and stand up over him seated in a chair, my legs intertwined with his. I look down at him. His hands move from my hip standing before him to under the tee shirt I'm still wearing that i wore to bed the night before. He feels my bra, which I put on minutes before he arrived, (I am a lady afterall) and his fingers tiptoe their way underneath the fabric to feel the skin growing harder and more tense to his touch. He lifts my shirt and begins kissing my stomach, and I grab his head in my hands, letting my back arch beneath his touch. I stop him suddenly and usher him into the bedroom which I share with someone else every night.
(this is just a fantasy right? ok then I have to finish...)
The next few minute are like a movie where the two lead characters have been waiting the entire film to undress each other. I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, as he takes off my hoodie jacket and tea shirt. He removes his own shirt as I raise his arms. My hands are on his chest as he unsnaps my bra just as easily as he unscrewed the pieces and parts of my machine minutes before. He leans over to kiss my nipples, touching each one with his fingertips. We find our way to the bed, never taking our lips or eyes off each other. Lying down he has power over me. Not the kind where I feel unsafe, but the kind when a man and all of his jutting parts are magnetic to my interior caves that want to envelope and hug him, making him scream, making him sweat.
He holds my wrists above my head, not too hard, and begins to work his way down my slim body, tracing my figure softly like an artist as he moves. He stops at each breast to suck and nibble, biting me just enough to make me scream a little. His force is passionate and powerful. I am so unbelievably wet and begin to realize that I didn't plan this to happen. My mind scans to all the unshaved and unhowered parts of me that he is creeping down to view. He slowly pulls my pajama pants down, revealing everything for him to see, naked and raw. He grins at what he sees and starts to slowly taste me, like a cat, who first pokes at a new object, curiously. Smelling me, kissing me, he begins to feast his entire mouth all over my pussy like a piece of fruit, squeezing my thighs. I moan as he finds my clit underneath the folds. He licks my clit, listening to my moans telling him what feels right. He circles his tongue faster, drinking me, licking me, my cunt feels like a fucking waterfall and I am gushing all over him. He moans with me, drinking every last drop of me and doesn't let go until I cum hard into his mouth, bucking my hips, arching my back. My thighs are shaking, and he kisses each one. I lie there as he moves up to my face. We look at each other, and I pull him into me to kiss him for a long time, tasting what he tasted, licking every last bit of me out of him. I roll over on top of him and sit up so he can look at me. He puts his hand on my hips and we grind each other a few minutes. I love feeling his bulge underneath the fabric of his underwear. I move down to pull them off, and now it is my turn to smell and lick him curiously, furiously. He has no idea this is an art of mine. I'm not just going to suck him up and down like every other girl. I am going to tease him everywhere, his balls, his taint, massage his head touching the slit as I do, run my hands down the entire shaft, tracing it with my fingertips. I won't even put my entire mouth over his dick until he begins to wet and practically begs with his body. When I do begin to take him completely, I will sqeeze it gently, jerking it in rhythm with my mouth, which twists back and forth around him. I will listen to his screaming moans. I move faster as his hips tell me too. I listen to his body leading me to his climax, just as he listened to mine. When he finally cums he screams, confessing to me later he has never screamed that loud during fellatio.
'do you have condoms?' he asks. Of course I do.
Getting him hard again is simple. He is excited to be there with me, I am turned on by his honesty, his eyes, his sensuality. We kiss and I jerk him off a little. When he's ready, I put the condom on and slide on top of him. He places his hands on my hips and we begin our dance. The rhythym may be a bit awkward at first, but when we find it, it is undescribable. Like Ginger and Fred, like a couple who knows each other's thoughts before they speak them, like a waltz. I ride him and he penetrates deep, each of us controlling our movements so we feel like one. He is so immersed in me it overpowers my insides, and I know walking later will be a constant reminder of his deep thrusts. He rolls on top of me, and once again I feel his complete power over me, which opens me up to him even more. I love the feel of a man knowing his way on top of me. We kiss and sweat and moan, he grabs a leg and puts it over his shoulder. He begins to pound harder, with a rhythym that is like music. He thrusts a few more times harder, until he cums again louder this time.
Falling onto me, we will lay there in silence for a bit. Until I wake up and realize that this story wasn't just another one of my surreal fantasy stories where a hot man and woman penetrate me everywhere for hours. No, this one is pretty real, and had I been another version of myself this morning, I would have let it happen.
Confessions of a horny girlfriend....