I daydream of you. I daydream that when I walk into your house, your eyes get caught on mine and can’t tear away. At your next party, I want to be dressed in a dress that makes me feel sexy. Ofcourse, some lacy lingerie underneath helps. I want you to watch me as I dance unnervingly close to another guy with a cup of liquid courage in my hand. I want you to down your drink as you see me grind the silhouette of my ass tight against my dress on him.
When everyone has left or passed out, you would find me nursing the last drink on the edge of your couch. I smell like alcohol and my strawberry body lotion. You are drunk enough to be dazed and spaced out. I catch you staring down the top of my dress as you come in to check on me. You invite me to sit in your room, away from the mess the night has created. I peer in cautiously, as if I were afraid it would reveal what it’s like inside your head. You place your hand on the small of my back and guide me in, as you have done innocently so many times before, not knowing that it sends shivers down my spine. I sit cautiously on the edge of your bed, feeling as if something would detonate if I moved.
I down the rest of my drink and move to place the empty cup on your table. You take the cup from me, and in two swift motions, the cup is gone, the door is shut, and the bright light above us has faded into a soft red glow from your LEDs. My heart is now beating at a million miles an hour as you tower over me. Your hand finds its way into my hair and works into the nape of my neck. I gasp as you fist your fingers into the roots of my hair and force me to match your unwavering gaze.
“I’ve been thinking about you”, you say. I stay silent although I’ve been dying to catch his eye for months now. You bend down until our lips almost touch. Your breath is laboured and it smells citrine, alcoholic, and fucking intoxicating. I lean forward unconsciously to meet your lips, but you pull back and drop the strap of my dress to my shoulder. You breathe into the nape of my neck and ever so slightly, kiss it. I squirm as your lips touch me but your other arm firmly grasps my upper thigh.
As your tongue works it’s way to my collarbone, the knots inside my untie and I let out soft moans, eliciting a bite onto my neck from you. When I am wet beyond belief, you grab my hair and pull my lips into yours ferociously. The night’s drinking forms a heady cocktail on our lips. You slide your hands up my ass and lift me squarely onto the center of your bed. Your sheets smell like you. I find myself incredibly turned on as your knee coaxes my legs apart. Your hands pin mine over my head, all while you never break contact with my lips.
The dress is aching to be taken off now. You slide the other strap off, giving my breasts some freedom. You inhale sharply when you see my hard nipples and areolas through the sheer bra that I’ve picked out today. I can feel you getting harder, the delicious weight of your body over me. In one move, you flip me over to undo the zipper off my dress. You’re moving painstakingly slow, no doubt taking all of my body in for the first time. I wriggle as you attempt to peel the dress off my ass, leaving my exposed and you fully clothed over me.
A power struggle ensues to correct this injustice. I straddle you now, and you study my tits through my bra with incredible rapture. I undo your shirt buttons while kissing down your torso where the line of hair I’ve been following thickens. I grind against you, using your erection for my pleasure. My panties have begun to soak through their flimsy cloth and stain your jeans.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qcywhl/daydreaming_about_you_part_1_fm