[Texts are real but edited, my fantasy is… Obvs fantasy]
[Luke] “Nothing quite outside being miserable to make being inside wonderful. Especially on a cold snowy day like today, a warm fire sounds amazing, too bad I don’t have a fireplace.”
[Me] “You know cuddling is a fine substitute for a fire… It’s been awhile since I’ve been cuddled ?”
[Luke] “It’s been a bit for me too. I live alone, so covid has made for a very cuddle sparse year. Here’s to hoping that changes for both of us. ;)”
[Me] “???”
[Luke] “I would love to make a date out of a it, if that’s something you’d enjoy.”
[Me] “I would like that ☺️”
[Luke] “What would you like to do for our date? :) I’d be down to grab coffee and go on a walk together by the river in the snow. I’m open to other ideas, the only really important bit is you.”
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O God, the thought of walking with him, holding my hand, him taking MY hand.
Of going back inside. Of having his strong hands grasp my breasts, gently but firmly riding each heave of my chest. The thought of being entered, of being taken, of being relished, my body providing warmth and satisfaction, of holding his body inside of mine, my heart skips a beat. Of feeling him throbb inside of me, feeling him tense and contract, giving him rapture as my body grips and squeezes him into release.
God why does he makes me feel like this? I’m a good girl.
I can’t stop thinking of soft kisses, Luke taking my face in his hands, enraptured by my beauty, his pressure against my clit, each gentle nudge inching me closer to orgasm. Shaking uncontrollably, he grips me tightly, he won’t let anything happen to me.
Of collapsing in his arms, skin on skin, his warmth sheltering me from the cold.
Soft kisses as he wishes me a good night and closes the door, I’ll sleep soundly tonight in the afterglow of his touch.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/l618kk/he_invited_me_to_walk_with_him_in_the_snow_and_to