So, a few months ago I started talking to my friend’s boyfriend’s brother. We madeout at the bar, and then he was my New Years kiss, yadda yadda… great kisser, sexy af, but it seemed a little too risqué, with my friend and her boyfriend and all.
Anyways, we hung out a few times and he NEVER made a move- despite the fact that I was so ridiculously attracted to him, and was literally wet the second his sexy brown eyes met mine.
One night we got drunk and I went home with him; we stayed up all night talking, kissing and cuddling. At one point there was some lube involved… he massaged my tits with lube and fuck, who knew that would be a turn on. Fast forward to the morning.
The sun was streaming in the window, and I got to see his naked body in all it’s glory. God, he had a perfect cock. I couldn’t help myself, my hands were exploring. He woke up. We madeout. I couldn’t stop touching his cock, it was so perfect. I needed to taste it.
I moved down, taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft as I moved up and down, glancing up at him. His eyes were closed tightly, his mouth open and fuck, I’ll never forget the noises he made. I came up eventually, begging him to get a condom.
Instead, he pulled my back to his chest. His arm around my neck, he used the other to spread my thighs, using his own legs to lock mine into place. Then he got to work. Teasing my clit, swirling around it gently, then with more pressure, and back to light. I swear, it was like my body was an instrument he had trained for years to play. He was working me perfectly. My legs were shaking. I’ve never felt so out of control of my own body. I squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand; the pressure was building, and I wanted to come on his cock.
“Let go,” his hot breath whispered into my hair, and just like that, I was done. My legs spasmed, my breath came quickly, and I started making unintelligible noises. Fuuuuuck. One of the best orgasms of my life, swear to god.
But then. We didn’t fuck. We never did. In fact, we never came close again. This got weird, things fizzled.
He has a girlfriend now, but I can’t get him out of my head, and what could’ve been. Not even just sexually- although that’s where I’m at tonight. Like fuck, I really think we could’ve been great. And dammit, I know he reads this thread and I don’t even care.
So here I am, fantasizing about his thick, dark hair and the way he looked at me. Thinking about his beautiful body. Thinking about his voice in my ear.
My fingers on my clit, a dildo in my pussy, and even the occasional butt plug.
A nightly routine, these days. Thinking of what could’ve been. Wishing he was buried deep inside me, making the noises I’ve only ever imagined in the dark of the night.
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Sorry this wasn’t as ~sexy~ as it probably should’ve been- I’ll redeem myself, I swear. Just needed to get it out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtspv0/fm_i_cant_stop_masturbating_thinking_about_him
It’s sexy!