I met him, finally. The first sentence he spoke to me was full of intention, and I was naive enough to think it was playful. “So you don’t go to class anymore?” He already knew my name. I just wish he had been signing it on the roster for me at the end of those lectures I missed. That class is so ridiculous anyway, and my single stimulus was watching everyone else become engulfed in their devices.
In the last class I attended, I noticed not only the girl next to me gaslighting her boyfriend over text, but him. I’d had an eye out for him since the first time I heard him speak, always seeming to hide something behind the cynical smile he holds with pride. Alas, I was too busy snooping on miss toxic to question his body language at the time.
His legs almost fit under the table upright, but not quite. Constantly his legs are spread and fucking bouncing, and in those shorts, how could I not notice? With constant restless movement, but still completely engrossed, he must have typed a novel sitting across from me. He is chaotic but there is this unpredictable element of precision in him. I see other people interested, but he is always preoccupied, and I didn’t consider that he may have just been waiting for me to look away.
I walked out of another lecture early, feeling rather out of place, but not because I was being followed. It’s intriguing to me that I had to round two corners before he spoke up. I wasn’t sure that he would. I’m flattered by every calculated movement, and seamlessly play into it. I can’t tell if he likes small talk or just engages as a courtesy. I hated it and could not wait to shove my fingers down his throat, and worship those legs. I hate my tendency to be so forward, and try to fight nature at every turn.
I believe we made it through a whole fifteen minutes of Scream before successfully ditching all date plans to have sweaty, shameless sex. He has puppy eyes, especially with my fingers on his lips, and only wears his heart on his sleeve if the time is right. Completely calculated. He can’t help paying attention, but I like to throw curve balls, and I’m more than happy to play this game.
I genuinely wanted to take it slow, but I’ve never been around anyone this magnetizing. The safe word is pineapple, and he wants to see me squirm. He’s sweet but firm, and already told me how many times he’s going to make me cum.
I can get comfortable with this, but I lied. I told him I played catcher, and softball injuries had me destined for some desensitization, but I wasn’t ready to tell him. He could tell I was lying. I won’t cum until I feel completely praised. I’m afraid of sounding like an egomaniac, and I was nervous, but his lips feel amazing in the meantime. Terrible to lie about, but I already told him I love being watched and filmed. Can he put the pieces together and follow instructions? My only hesitations stem from fear that I will like it too much if he can.
I didn’t mean for this to be a test, but if it was- flying colors. His tongue truly was doing magic; I’ll give it to him. He loves what I love to do. He hesitated to kiss me after eating me out, but I couldn’t wait to taste how he made me feel. My legs went limp, and it wasn’t long before my knees were collapsing. I can’t forget how his hands feel around my waist, and sitting above him on his chest was strangely the safest I’ve felt in a long time. He stretched me out with his fingers while he was in me and subsequently bragged about it, but I wasn’t lying about that. I am flexible, especially for him.
When I was on top, I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. His moans sound more vulnerable when he gets to relax, and I can tell he never really gives himself a break. This man deserves to put every ounce of his being into the back of my throat, and some. He’s impatient, but wants me to play, so I’ll play. I tried to warn him that I will beg to be his cum dumpster<3, and that he should resist at all costs. I shouldn’t have leaned into him when I felt his balls start pumping, but I was seeing red and every ounce of rationale successfully left my body.
If given the opportunity- I will restrict him, blindfold those beautiful hazel eyes, and familiarize every inch of his body with my tongue. I want to slut him out, taste his sweat, then put him to sleep with katchi. He is utterly gorgeous and has no clue.