He’s one of those friends that I’ve always kinda thought in the back of my mind was attractive, but never let it interfere with our friendship or our own relationships (yes, we are both in committed relationships). We’ve casually flirted over the years we’ve known each other but it never, EVER got anywhere close to this until…
He texted me at about 7 AM on a Saturday morning and said he’d had a dream about me and then added that embarrassed face emoji. You know the one. Of course his ploy worked and I was curious, so I asked for details and he gave them. VIVIDLY. It went something like this:
He was tied to his bed and blindfolded, wearing just boxers. Someone walks into the room. Climbs on top of him and sits on his hips. Starts touching herself. He can feel that she’s just wearing underwear. He can hear her softly moaning, he can feel her on top of him, but he can’t do anything about it. It escalates. She moves closer. And closer. Further up his body as she gets more and more turned on. Until finally he can smell her. She’s just inches from his mouth and he wants it so, so badly. And then, just as she’s ready to make herself cum, she pulls her underwear to the side and exposes herself, and uses his eager mouth to make herself climax on his face, giving him a taste and leaving him all fucking wet.
I have known him a long time but I’d never seen this side of him before and it had exactly the effect on me that you might have imagined by now. I was so turned on that I felt a little out of control.
Me: “Wow.”
Silence for about 5 minutes.
Me: “Are you home?”
Him: “Yeah”
Me: “Alone?”
Him: “Yeah… why”
Me: “GPS says 17 minutes. Don’t say no.”
I took the fastest shower of my life and put on a thong, some loose pajama shorts and a tank. I could feel my heart beating in my pussy as I drove to his house. It was throbbing by the time I knocked on the door.
Not a word was said as we walked straight to the bedroom. He laid down and I got to work. I grabbed the sleeping mask from the dresser and threw it to him. He put his hands above his head and I tied them to the bed frame with the tie he’d worn to work the previous day. I climbed on top of him, and I acted it out exactly as he’d described.
We didn’t have much time, and it didn’t take much. By the time I got my hands into my shorts I was practically soaked through them. As I inched closer and closer to his chiseled, hungry face, I could smell the the arousal from every pore in my body. And when I finally pulled them to the side to give him a taste, I went a little overboard. I put it on his tongue and I started to cum and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing it all over him. When I finished he was glistening from his chin to his forehead. I came so hard that it made my head spin.
I didn’t untie him. I fixed myself and I walked out. I went about my Saturday and we haven’t spoken about it since.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c6yho3/friend_told_me_he_had_a_dream_about_me_so_i_acted
Uhh….i mean…..kind of a dick move not to untie him.
What will you say to him when you do see him again?