I woke up really horny today. I checked the time and it’s only 5am. I should still be sleeping at 5am on a Saturday. Checked my phone messages and nothing from you. I saw a photo of you, stared at it for few seconds and put my phone back on my night stand. I really can’t sleep. As I try to put myself back to sleep, I started rubbing my nipples over my satin night dress. I looked over to my right side and he is there, sleeping like a baby. My hands wandered from my nipples to my breasts, and my hands lifted the hem of my short dress to my belly. My fingers traced the outline of the little G-string that came with the dress. I teased myself over the tiny panties. I could feel my desire growing. I am getting wet. I spread my legs wider to give way to my exploring hands. One hand rubbing my thighs while one hand making it’s way inside my panties . Two of my fingers spread my inner lips and slowly rubbed my slit from top to bottom, gently grazing my now engorged clitoris to my moist vagina.
My breathing is getting heavier and I’m squirming under the sheets. A little worried I’ll wake him but the desire in me is too strong. I badly need a fucking release. I looked at my phone again, with your photo on display. I’m going to cum thinking of you. I places the phone back down and continued pleasuring myself. I almost jumped when I felt his hand took mine and put it over his now hard cock. I did not waste any time. I sat up, pulled his boxers down, pushed my little g-string to the side and straddled him.
“Honey ..” he whispered.
“Ssshhhh…” I said. And in the darkness, and with just a little hint of light coming from the night lamp in the bathroom, I slid my soaking pussy on his throbbing cock. My eyes closed tightly, my mind wandered. In the dark, it’s your face I see. In my mind, it’s you I’m riding. My hips started to gyrate. My fingers and his intertwined. I started bouncing slowly , with deep , long strokes, my pussy clenching his cock, until both our breathing got heavier and heavier. The slow, gentle bouncing became faster and faster, harder and harder. My moans getting louder, my head threw back, and my mind is still wandering . It’s you I see. It’s you I feel. I know. I know this is wrong in most people’s minds. But it is so fucking hot. It’s like the forbidden fruit that makes it so desirable. Fantasizing about another man while fucking him is so so hot.
“You want it inside?” He whispered.
“Mmmm…yes. Breed me.” I moaned in between shallow and ragged breath. I can feel my orgasm coming . My grinding and bouncing became even faster and rougher. His thrusts meeting my every move. And My mind is still fixated on you.
“I’m cumming.” I moaned . As if he was just waiting for that. Held my waist tighter against him,
“I’m cumming too.” He groaned. And with one strong thrust my body succumbed to an earth shattering orgasm as I felt his release inside me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, eyes shut, thinking of you. Your dark eyes, piercing my soul. Your cock draining inside me. Your voice whispering my name. Again, it was wrong in most people’s mind, but am I not allowed to fantasize ? All I know is it is really wild and hot. And it is MY fantasy.
I collapsed on top of him and stayed there for few seconds. He both rolled us over so I am now under him as he withdrew himself off me. There I lay, pussy dripping, with a mysterious smile on my lips as I drifted back to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12vlix9/the_desirability_of_the_forbidden
This was hot!