My friend, whom I call “___ Bear” came over yesterday, to hang out. We have never gotten physical in any way, but have been friends for 15 years or so and pretty much wanted to fuck each other the entire time, but various circumstances of life prevented it from ever actually happening.
So, while we sat outside, wearing our masks and sitting 6ft away from each other (due to the apocalypse aka pandemic), all I could do as I stared into those piercing eyes that could make the devil blush. Eyes that held me in their gaze, full of poorly concealed lust and desire, as we chatted about who knows what. Focusing on the conversations was next to impossible as all I could think about was him silently getting up, walking up to me, pulling both our masks off and grabbing hold of my tiny waist in his giant Bear paws.
I imagined him grabbing the back of my head, a fistful of my hair clutched tight in his claws, and pulling me up against him. I thought about how his rock hard cock would feel against me, bulging through his jeans, as he thrust his tongue deep down my throat. I wanted him to rip my clothes off and wear my sopping wet pussy as his mask. Not letting me move or even think before covering his face with my cum, till it dripped down the sides of his face and soaked his beard.
Then, after momentarily satisfying his thirst, he’d allow me to bend over and undo his pants, releasing his throbbing dick, soaked in so much precum it showed through his thick jeans. I would clean up all that sticky, sweet mess and swallow his whole dick, choking myself and quivering as I felt his gripping my ass cheeks as he shoved his tongue up into me again to greedily lap up all the honey I’m now spilling onto his face again. I cum again as I feel his hot load shoot to the back of my throat and fill my mouth….
Or at least, that’s what I imagined…
Maybe one day, my Bear…. maybe one day…
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kam437/fm_fantasies_of_the_bear_next_door_pt_1