Months and months of talking to you has lead to this. My thoughts have been on you for years, ever since I saw you for the first time, ever since those brown eyes pierced into my soul. I have been desperate for your body ever since, longing to hear you moan for me. My pussy twitches at the thought of your cock entering me, pounding me with all the force you can muster, leaving me shaking in a puddle of my own squirt– but no matter. My hands must be off of you. We must stay apart. Nothing good can come from us together, not with my boyfriend at home and your wife in your bed. You must live in my mind, only in my own thoughts and desires. And occasionally, on my screen.
I heard that sharp exhale when I stretched my arms up over my head, when I pushed my breasts together accidentally-on-purpose, when you realized just how massive my tits are, each the size of an adult head hanging from my shoulders. I could feel you get hard over video chat, a simple friendly conversation suddenly full of longing. Confident, nervous, you asked me to move my camera down to see my body, to watch my tits shake. You became impatient, asking me to lift my t shirt, to show you the faint nipples that had become pointed and aroused for you. I made you wait. I could see your hand drift downwards, your eyes become an even darker chocolate brown as you squinted at me, begging me for more, and when I finally lifted the hem of my shirt upwards, under my chin, I could hear that sigh of relief and desire. I squeezed my tits for you, I sucked on my own nipples for you, I waited to watch your head roll backwards–and still, you had seen more of me than of you. I felt nervous, embarrassed even, to ask for that cock, to beg you for it, and so I played it cool. I remained in power, teasing you with my tits, trying to act as though I didn’t need to see you, as if I didn’t want you more than anything in the world in that moment. My eyes betrayed me. You knew I wanted it. I was insatiable. And when I finally saw your cock, that powerful erection, I swooned. I felt my panties flood for you. I needed you.
I still need you. It’s the following morning and I need you. You’ve said hi to me, checked in, and in my head I’m yours. I replay this all in my head, squeezing my nipples, digging my fingernails into the flesh of my ample chest. My body begins to grind against my mattress, my hips almost moving involuntarily as I think about you and that thick vein stretching from your balls to the tip of your cock. I lick the air, imagining my tongue tracing those inches before I pop you into my mouth. A dildo gives me what I need, a decent substitute for your perfect cock, and I lean down to suck on the dildo. Still neglecting my pussy, I give the dildo the blowjob I’d love to be giving to you, slobbering down the silicon until every inch is crammed into my mouth. Quickly, I snap a photo and look at myself, queen of this cock, desperate for one she can never have. I imagine the bursts of cum I could get out of you while I suck you dry and press the heart of my tongue against the dildo, expressing my desire to taste you, to swallow you, to hear that little moan as you finish in my mouth–
I grab a second dildo, longing to defy biology and suck you and fuck you at the same time. The ears of my rabbit tease my clit while the shaft presses up against my g spot, sending shivers down my spine. I gag on the other dildo, choking out your name as I fuck my own throat, involuntarily moaning from the vibrations in my pussy. I thrust the rabbit in and out, going faster and faster as my pussy soaks itself for you. Your cock is all I want, I need it filling me, I am desperate to feel that thick head plunging balls deep into me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and my mind gets fuzzy as I get closer to orgasm. My muscles begin to clench and I rock my hips back and forth on the vibrator. I pretend it’s you, looking into those deep eyes full of longing, and I bite my lip as I get closer. I fuck myself relentlessly, bringing the vibrator all the way out and pushing it all the way back in, faster, faster, faster, as my legs begin to shake and I begin to whimper with desire. My tits bounce and spread across my chest, yearning for you to suck on the nipples and dig your nails into the flesh. It’s you I’m thinking of, it’s you, it’s you. I let your name escape my lips in a breathy whisper and plunge the vibrator in one last time as my pussy explodes for you, covering the comforter in the salty juices of my cum.
I thrust in and out a few more times, getting myself calmed back down. My breathing regulates again and I rub my tits gently, pretending they are covered with ropes and ropes of your cum. I kiss the air and try to erase the image of your cock from my mind. The puddle of squirt warm underneath me, I stand up and pull my leggings up as I go to the bathroom. As I reenter the bedroom, I can smell the squirt, that irresistible aroma, a testament of what you do to me, how you make me feel. If only I could cover you with my cum…
Arousal courses through my body again as I begin to tease my clit with my fingers. My eyes roll backwards as I check my phone and see your message, a picture of your cock for me to swoon over. We begin again, my eyes glued to the screen for you, my tits fully exposed and my pussy spread wide for you. More squirt erupts. Tomorrow I will cum for you even more, the fantasy living on for days, weeks, to come.
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Thanks for reading. I hope this story makes you cum as hard as I did while writing it ;)
<3 Harlowe
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ll3p78/fantasizing_about_you_f_first_person_f_solo_play