My first story! I’m really excited to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. This is a story about my deepest fantasy—one that I haven’t told many partners about, because I’m still a bit shy about it. But thankfully, I get to fully indulge myself in it with no shame when I’m alone.
It was late one weekday evening and for whatever reason, both of my roommates had left the house and likely wouldn’t be back until the next morning. This was perfect, considering that my sleeping space is…less than private, and I can be a bit loud when I really get going.
Masturbation is usually very ritualistic for me: I light a candle, turn on some slow R&B, and throw on some long socks to keep my feet warm while I am in the throes of orgasmic bliss. However, I didn’t have the patience for any of that on this night. I had been itching for some release for God knows how long. It had been a few months since I had brought myself to climax last. Shame on me for denying myself, I know. Well, maybe not shame. Deep down, I loved the mulling anticipation of my next orgasm. There is something about going so long without climaxing that I almost forget how it feels, making each one I do have just that more incredible.
As I got comfortable in my bed, I closed my eyes and released the breath that I had been holding not just in that moment, but for at least a few weeks now. With the stress of school and finals finally being over, I allowed my breathing to become deep and slow, almost as if I were getting ready to fall asleep.
I entered a meditative trance with my breathing, feeling the oxygen flow to each part of my increasingly excited body. Tranquil, yet energized, I slowly caressed myself over my clothes. I could sense my nipples getting erect through my thin night shirt and had to resist the increasing temptation to pinch and twist them.
“Not yet, Baby,” whispered the gentle, yet commanding male voice in my head. He was a welcome stranger—a voice I couldn’t quite pinpoint from any particular video or audio, but nevertheless washed me in comfort and arousal. This entity was of my own making, but acted completely independently of me when I was in this zone. He was (and is) truly my ultimate fantasy.
My breathing hitched as I imagined my mystery man lying next to me, whispering playful taunts in my ear while his fingers grazed my body. Suddenly, my hands—which had been lightly tracing swirls on my stomach—were replaced by strong, steady man hands that made my slender fingers appear too delicate for the activities in store.
I whimpered, antsy to feel his warm touch against my clit, which was now lightly buzzing with arousal. Too shy to articulate my needs to my fantastical Dom, I pushed my small chest up, my Hershey-kiss nipples demanding attention. He laughed, and I felt his warm breath tickle my neck. He dragged a line with his pointer finger from my belly-button to my right nipple—his favorite—tracing around my areola with a feather-like touch. I purred under his light graze, thinking about what it would feel like to have a warm, wet tongue swirl around my nipple in the same manner. He circled in closer and closer to my nipple, and pinched it hard upon arrival. The sensation traveled through my body like electricity from a live wire. I felt an immediate response in my underwear as my mystery man began twisting and tugging at my nipple.
“Open your mouth, Baby,” he said, and I obediently complied. He first stuck his pointer finger, then his thumb, into my mouth for me to get them wet for him. I sucked two of my own fingers to compensate for their slimness and returned to playing with my nipple, handing the reins back to my sexy fantasy. My nipple became slick with the added lubrication, making each twist and tug all the more sensational. My mystery man repeated his actions on the opposite side, though slightly rougher with my left breast. He diverted his attention away from my nipples and began cupping my entire breast. My A cups already look small normally, but his palm alone covered the entirety of my breast. He squeezed and kneaded it with tender control. He was the boss and wouldn’t let me forget it, but my body was one to be worshipped, not abused. Every touch was just intense enough to keep me aware and present, but never aggressive enough to cause harm. My mystery man alternated between my breasts for a while, causing me to whimper in mixed frustration and arousal at the increasingly present wetness in my panties, which had gone unaddressed until this point.
“Please, Sir. I need to feel you stretch me out, just a little bit,” I pleaded. I had whispered my desperate wishes into the safe darkness of the room, grasped with a brief moment of panic until I recalled that I was alone, or at least alone with my thoughts.
Pleased that he had finally elicited a beg from me, he slid his hand down from my chest to the waistband of my panties. I almost cried at the cruelty of his taunting as he grazed his fingers against my fuzzy mons, only to remove his hand and place them back on the outside of my underwear. He traveled slowly and intently, massaging his fingers against my inner thighs and outer labia. As he got the blood flow going to the area, I felt my clit swell and strain under the thin fabric of my panties. Any move I made would result in the fabric rubbing against me, so I rolled my hips under the knowing hands of my mystery man. Almost immediately, the massaging stopped. I released a frustrated sigh, knowing that I’m not allowed to cum yet, and moving like that would surely bring me to the edge.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. The question was not rhetorical; I was fully expected to explain how I had forgotten my role in our dynamic. He was in control of speed, rhythm, and pressure, but if I wanted to feel something different, I’d have to speak up and ask for it.
“I’m sorry, Sir” I breathed out quietly, “but I am so ready for you. I need you to fill me up so badly. I miss feeling you inside of me.” I rolled my hips up once more, angling myself so my pussy would be poised in front of his fingers, the only thing blocking entrance being my flimsy underwear. He pressed his fingers against my opening lightly, which elicited a growled response from how wet I was.
“Well, you know the rules, Baby. Your wish is my command.” And with that, he pushed my underwear to the side and caressed my bare pussy.
*”I hope these walls aren’t too thin,”* I thought to myself, *”because I will definitely be screaming tonight.”*
Part 2 coming next Tuesday!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nv8lg3/a_figment_of_my_imagination_part_1