Oh Evan, you have no idea how intensely I want you. I know it’s wrong to want you. You’re engaged to someone else. And let’s not forget that my ex is your best friend. Or at least, he was your best friend. It seems as if you’ve drifted apart during the last few years. Maybe that’s why I don’t feel nearly as bad about my feelings for you as I should.
I don’t know about you, but I feel chemistry, tension between us. I want us to enjoy each other, surrender to lust. Where’s the rule that says friends can’t fuck? Isn’t it safer with someone you trust?
I’ve imagined what our first time together would be like. We’d be nervous, we’d feel a little wrong about it, but desire would soon overcome that. We would both be hesitant to cross that line, to go into that forbidden territory – I’d still be your best friend’s (ex) girl, after all.
Maybe it would start completely innocently. Just two old friends catching up at a restaurant. Maybe there’d be some light flirting, nothing crazy – a touch on the arm, a playful tease – nothing that suggests we’re anything more than friends. When it’s time to leave, we’d hug goodbye, just like we always do, but this time it’d be different, kind of electric. We’d share a look and one of us would say, “Netflix at my place?”
Once there, we’d turn on whatever show was most recently playing. We’d be awkwardly sitting way too close to each other, with our backs too straight, and trying way too hard to pay attention to the show. At some point, one of us would touch the other’s thigh, and that’d be enough to break the awkwardness. Our postures would soften and we’d finally allow ourselves to look at each other. We wouldn’t even hear the tv anymore. We’d lean in toward each other, and a moment later, our lips would meet for the first time. The softest brush of your lips against mine. But that first and softest kiss would spark a wildfire between us. We’d lock eyes for a split second before embracing in a second, much more passionate kiss. Our hands would explore each other’s bodies. Slowly, the kisses would begin to migrate from lips to necks. Clothing would become an obstacle to be removed. First your shirt, then mine, and then my bra. In no time you’d have one of my nipples in your mouth. “Bite it,” I’d say, and you’d groan with pleasure before doing so, causing me to reply with a moan of my own. You’d spend some time alternating between nipples, alternating between biting and sucking. You’d have me damn near climaxing with our pants still on!
“Bedroom?” I’d manage to let out between moans. You’d give each nipple one last kiss before leading me into the bedroom. On the way, I’d notice how hard you’d gotten, and it would turn me on even more. Stopping just before the bed, I’d stand on my toes to kiss you again, and my hand would make its way to the front of your pants. You’d moan at the touch, which would send shivers down my spine. Soon I’d fall to my knees, unbutton your jeans, and pull them down with your boxers, revealing your hard cock, which I’d immediately take into my hands. I’d lick you up and down, I’d gently suck on the underside of the head before taking you completely into my mouth. I’d have a hand focusing on your balls while my mouth is filled with your length. The moans you’d make, god they’re so hot. Each moan would fill me with pleasure and entice me to continue moving my mouth up and down, up and down, all the way down. Slow at first, and then faster. Eventually, I’d feel your climax building as I sucked. You’d try to pull yourself out of my mouth, but I’d stop you. I’d keep up my tempo, and just when I feel that telltale twitch, I’d go down for one last deepthroat as you explode in my mouth.
You’d pull me up and deeply kiss me again as you work to get me out of my pants. For a second, we’d both stop and admire the sight of each other’s body. It’s too much for you to take, though. With one more kiss, you’d lay me on the bed and get to work. You’d make a trail of kisses from my neck down, until you finally reach your destination. You’d discover I’m soaking wet and ravenously lap up my juices, you can’t get enough of my taste. Soon you’d insert a finger, and then another, and begin curling them in just the right way while you suck on my clit. Finally, I’m allowed to feel the sweet release of orgasm. When my quivers have subsided, you’d join me on the bed and we’d start to make out again.
I’d feel the passion building inside me again and move to straddle you. I’d look down at you, smiling and biting my lip as I nervously made my next move, positioning myself so that I can slide my pussy lips up and down your shaft without taking you inside me just yet. I’d enjoy teasing you a little bit, and it would feel amazing on my clit. I’d start to slide faster and faster, but just as I’m about to cum again, you’d roll us over so that you’re on top of me now. I’d let out the most satisfied moan as you push yourself inside me, and the final line is crossed.
That first thrust would have us both breathless, just for a second. In the next, you’d pull slowly out, almost all the way, before plunging back down. I’d pull your head down and capture your lips as we settled into a rhythm, our moans muffled by the kiss.
Suddenly you’d pump faster, and deeper. I’d break our kiss as the word “fuck” escapes my mouth. As I near climax again I’d wrap my arms and legs around you tight. As the next thrust pushes me over the edge, I’d drag my nails down your back, masterfully harmonizing the pleasure with the pain.
You’d push me down, you’d grab my legs, push them to my shoulders, testing my flexibility. You’d slow your tempo just a little, you’re edging, you don’t want to finish yet.
Without warning, I’d feel an emptiness inside me as you pull out. You’d bring your cock to my face, and I’d happily lick my juices off of you.
Once you’re satisfied, you’d pull back from me. “On your hands and knees,” you’d command. The authoritative tone would momentarily stun me, but I’d like it. After the shock wore off, I’d obey the order.
“Mmnnn.” A sound halfway between a whimper and a moan would escape me as a smack lands on my ass before you enter me again. You’d grab my hair and start thrusting, this time with more fervor than ever before. I’d arch my back, making the angle deeper and tighter.
Between the deep and fast thrusts, the hair pulling, and the ass smacking, I’d let out moans of “oh”, “god”, “yes”, “fuck”, and any combination of those. Then I’d hear the deepest moan of “oh god” from your mouth and I’d know you were ready. You’d quicken your pace, you’d release my hair from your grip. “Oh, Evan!” I’d nearly scream as, out of nowhere, my pussy clenches around you in my most intense orgasm yet. At the same moment, you’d let out another deep moan as you finally release yourself inside me.
God, Evan, I swear, your name is the hottest thing I’ve ever moaned.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t713dw/i_shouldnt_want_you_a_confession_of_my_fantasies
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