Nice Thoughts (f/m)(fantasy)(getting ready)(sex)(not really sure what this is)

It begins in the shower.

I shave my legs. I shave my pussy neat and clean. I apply a sugar scrub to every part of my body and make my skin smooth and polished. I wash my hair and spend time making sure my feet are as soft as I can make them. I paint my toenails and opt to keep my fingernails bare.

I dry off, exfoliating with the towel and apply a scented lotion to every part of my body.

I head to the bedroom. I wonder what role I should play tonight?

Seductive secretary? Punk-rock catholic school teacher? Androgynous toughie? Casual friend? Desperate housewife? Bratty librarian? Shit, I mean, I enjoy the options. I’m open to any an all because they are all me regardless. What might he like tonight, I wonder?

Maybe he’d like something that accentuates my hips and waist. Probably. Hmm. He may like some sort of attention grabbing hosiery. Probably heels. Alright.

I reach for my white silk button down shirt, my tightest black pencil skirt. Yeah, the one with the flirty slit up the front, that could show the garters better. I’m going to wear my nun shoes to add a dash of authority to the overall vibe. Hair, pinned up to reveal my neck.

Maybe he’ll lean over and whisper something into my ear and I will feel his voice tickle my ear and feel the heat of his breath on my neck. God, I want him to kiss me there.

Red lips. That’s all that matters.

I wonder what it would take? I wonder what I would have to do?

I want him under me. I want to rip his shirt open, ripping all of the fucking buttons off and sending them scattering across the dance floor. I want to rub my hands all fucking over his god damn chest and MAKE THE FUCK OUT while I manically dry hump his god damn lap. Fuuuck.

Unbuckle his belt. Unzip. Pull it out. Let me fucking FEEL it. For fuck’s sake. I want to touch it and taste.

I’d pull him up to a sitting position. I need to fuck it and I want him up in my face while I ride him. His fucking cock is throbbing. Oooh, it is so hard for me. The tip is already so wet and ready to slide between my warm pink pussy lips.

I would stare right at him.

I’d grab that dick.

I’d rub it over my the entrance of my pussy. Back and forth. He’d probably want to look down at it. And I’d let him catch a glimpse, but…I’d have to pull him back up to me. I want to see his face as I put it inside of me. Woah. God.

I’d slowly slide down into him. And he looks so…surprised? No. Happy? Maybe. No. He looks natural. Like this is exactly where he is supposed to be. Satisfied.

Shit, his cock is so thick that it requires I slowly wiggle my wetness down around him to fully swallow him entirely. Oh…but once he is all the way inside of me- it’s a perfect fit. I got that Cinderella pussy, baby and you got that glass dick. (I ruined in. Stupid brain.) Where was I…

I wouldn’t take my mouth off of him. Riding him would take second priority to sucking face, honestly. I want to lose myself in his mouth, in his embrace, I want to kiss and intermittently ride that dick. I just want him inside. Cuddle fuck. O need cash. Sigh. Where are my keys?

Its a series of nice thoughts and its good to want things.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qne008/nice_thoughts_fmfantasygetting_readysexnot_really