A loud sigh pierced the silence of the house, the first sound besides the whirring of the air conditioner James Miller had heard since walking up. He sighed because he was resigning himself to another mind-numbingly boring day of sitting at his computer, writing code for some application he would never use in his life.
Hauling himself out of bed, he went into the kitchen of his apartment. Opening the fridge, he realized that he hadn’t left this apartment for even a moment in the last five days. He hadn’t even talked to anyone in person, just over the phone. This realization startled him, more because he hadn’t quite realized he was so isolated than the isolation itself.
After pouring himself some cereal and browsing Reddit on his phone for some sort of entertainment, he realized that his morning wood still hadn’t gone away. He had hardly even noticed the erection, since it was common for him and he never thought much of it, but usually it went away within ten minutes, maximum. But that day, it had been at least twenty, and his boner was still raging.
He shouldn’t have been surprised. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in over six months, and his job meant that he didn’t need to go outside, and didn’t have a ton of free time at the end of the day unless he wants to stay up late. His right hand had been his best friend for those six months, and oh how boring it had become.
“I really need to get out more. And get off,” he said to himself, half smiling at the pun he made before his usual bored expression returned. He finished his cereal, trying not to think about how crushing his loneliness and horniness was, then tossed the bowl into the already overflowing sink and headed back to his room where his computer was.
He was looking down at the floor when he opened the door, since some reflection of light from a window had caught his eye, but when he saw a pair of feet facing him, he quickly brought his eyes up. Standing before him was simply the woman of his dreams.
She had long, straight brown hair that shined in the sunlight streaming in through the window. She had beautiful, piercing green eyes that could either make you get lost in them, or stare into your soul. She had full lips, and a gorgeous smile to go with them, a mischievous grin that made James nearly forget she was a stranger for a moment.
A quick glance downward from James revealed even more. 34DDs barely hidden from full view by a low cut dress, black and silky. A slim, almost athletic figure that the form of the dress hugged perfectly. A slit in the side revealed a tantalizing amount of her tanned skin, and the hemline was far enough above her knees to make him want to see more, but low enough that it could still be considered modest and somewhat professional. Her feet were bare, standing on James’ carpet as he did a double take, then slammed the door in fright.
“Who are you?!” He demanded, trying to slow his racing heart. He kept his hand on the doorknob, making sure the mystery woman doesn’t try to open it and get out.
“Just relax James, it’s alright,” the woman replied in a soft, soothing voice. “I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, I’m not really here at all.”
“How do you know my name?” James asked, growing more confused by the second. “And what do you mean you’re not here, you were standing in front of me! I saw you with my own eyes!”
“Did you like what you saw?” She asked innocently.
“Well, I-” James stammered, not used to strange and admittedly gorgeous women getting into his apartment without his knowledge. “Who are you?” He demanded again, but softer this time as he calms himself down a bit.
“You should know,” the woman said. “I’m the woman you dream you could meet, the one you fantasize about taking home from the first date and seeing what’s under this dress. The one you wish you could talk to for hours on end, then have the best sex of your life with, then fall asleep with. But, in all your fantasies, you never gave me a name.”
James was now even more confused. This woman had just perfectly described his most personal and private of fantasies perfectly, and now that he thought about it, she *did* look like the woman he usually imagined when he jerked himself off.
“What… How…” James asked, leaning against the door for support as these revelations hit him. “How are you here?” he asked, for a final time. Then, he opened the door to find the woman standing exactly where she was the first time he saw her, with that same cheeky smile.
“Look at my feet, James. I’m *not* here.”
Confused, James looked at her feet, and at first didn’t understand what she wanted him to find. However, when he saw the the carpet beneath her wasn’t indented, he realized what she meant. She really wasn’t there, she was all in his head.
“I think that taco meat may have been expired,” he muttered to himself, drawing a chuckle from the woman.
“It wasn’t, you saw the date, remember?”
“No I didn’t, and how do you know that?” James asked, still trying to figure out how he’s hallucinating the perfect woman.
“Your eyes skipped over it, but you saw it. Only for a moment, but it was recent enough that *I* remember.”
“And who are you?” James asked again, but this time wondering what part of his mind was malfunctioning to bring her here.
“I’m your subconscious, manifesting something that your conscious self desperately needs. Just like how children have imaginary friends, I’m your imaginary… whatever you need me to be.” Her smile widened, and she took a step towards James, who flinched, but remained still.
“This… this isn’t right,” James argued, his voice growing soft as the beautiful woman continued slowly closing the distance between them. “You’re not real.”
“No I’m not,” she agreed. “Find a real woman to fill your void and I’ll disappear. But until then, you *need* me. And I’m here for you.” They were only inches apart then, the woman looking up into his eyes from her height three inches less James’s six feet even.
“God yes, I need you,” James whispered, the erection he had since waking up now positively straining at the sight of this woman in front of him telling him she’s his. She raised one hand up to cup his cheek, and he gasped as he felt the warmth of her fingers, and her soft breathing on his chin.
“How… how can I feel you?” he asked softly, but the woman put a finger over his mouth to shush him.
“No more questions right now,” she whispered. “Just enjoy what you’ve been missing for so very long.” With that, she removed her finger from his lips and replaced it with hers, kissing him passionately. Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her, as much to make sure he can still feel her as to pull her closer.
She felt so real, like there really was a woman in front of him kissing him, but he knew she wasn’t there. If someone else had seen him, they’d have seen him making out with nothing but air and looking ridiculous. He can hear her weight making the floor creak, but looking down at it reveals that the floor isn’t flexing at all. His mind is making this all up, trying to make it seem real to fill the gap in his heart that can only be filled with human contact, sexual or otherwise.
The woman began leading him into his bedroom, her tongue exploring his mouth as his hands explored her back. The dress was soft on his fingers, and warm from the flushed skin underneath. She faintly tasted like cherries, as if she had been wearing lipstick that had mostly worn off, since her lips were a natural color. Her hands were wrapped around him as well, splaying her fingers out on his back to help tug him towards the bed.
Breaking the kiss, James brought his hands up to the thin straps keeping her dress on her shoulders and eagerly pulled them down, relishing every inch of soft, flawless skin he revealed. *Too* perfect, he realized; nobody has truly flawless skin, but she isn’t a real woman.
His mouth watered as her breasts we’re revealed, the perky globes bared to him with the taut peaks of her nipples practically begging him for his attention. He greedily leaned down and began sucking on them, making the woman or out a soft moan that drove him wild.
It had been so long without the warmth of a woman, that James couldn’t help but be greedy. Of course he knew that with a real woman he would be less selfish, but if this woman is truly in his head, she won’t mind one bit that he’s undressing her but remaining dressed himself.
The woman tilted her head back as he suckled her breasts, switching from one to the other to make sure neither goes without attention for too long. She gently put her hands on the back of his head, pulling him into her chest as he sucks and nibbles on her.
After a minute or two, James couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He wanted *more*. Grabbing her dress again, he pulled it down over her stomach, enjoying the sight of the flat plane, but noticing the slight hint of muscle tone underneath he didn’t know he liked.
Getting down onto his knees, he trailed his tongue from the top of her stomach down to her waist, enjoying the little whimpers of anticipation his imaginary woman was making. He teased the big reveal for himself, pulling the dress down as far as it could go without quite revealing her womanhood to him, until she softly pleaded, “Just get on with it.
He glanced up at her deviously, then yanked her dress down past her knees. He was greeted at eye level by a completely shaved, dripping wet pussy, something he hadn’t seen in person in over half a year. If his mouth was watering before, it was positively flooding now.
Like a shark attacking its prey, he attacked her pussy with vigor. He licked her opening eagerly, enjoying the sweetness of her juices as she let out another melodious moan. He reached his hands around her to grab her ass, kneading the firm flesh of it and also using it to pull her into his mouth even further.
Extending his tongue, he slurped up every last bit of her fluids, like he was starving and she was his first meal in days. In a way, she was, since he had gone without sex for so long. His tongue explored her insides with gusto, relishing the way she’d quiver and moan every time he reached his tongue as far into her as he could reach it.
She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled, just enough to sting, but not enough to truly hurt as she pulled him into her. He growled into her pussy, and nipped at her clit with his teeth. He was gentle enough to not hurt her (even though he bet he *could* hurt her and she’d be fine with it, given the circumstances), but rough enough to make her gasp and tense her her hands in his hair even more.
He licked the sensitive nub all over, loving the way she was beginning to rut into his face instinctively. Her moans were louder now, filling up his room with the sounds of sex as his wet licking could be heard as well.
“Please,” she whimpered, looking down at him with desperate eyes that only further resolved him to make this imaginary woman cum her brains out. Pushing his tongue back into her, he used his nose to rub her clit while he continued tongue-fucking her. She pressed his face into her forcefully, uncomfortably squashing his face into her pussy for a moment before releasing him to knead her breasts.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, spurring James onward, relishing making this woman orgasm for him. It had been far too long for him to stop now.
A few more seconds, and the woman couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final cry of ecstasy, she clamped down on his tongue and flooded it with her juices. She rutted into his face like a dog in heat as she rode out her orgasm. When the wave of pleasure finally subsided, she grinned down at him and commented, “Seems you still know how to do *that* after all this time.”
Smiling back, James replied, “Let’s see if my subconscious still knows what great sex feels like. I’m not about to stop now.”
James began undressing by tugging his shirt off over his head, wishing that the woman he still hasn’t given a name to would work on his pants.
“I can’t undress you myself, I’m not here,” she said, preempting his question. James opened his mouth to ask how she knew what he was thinking, then remembered that she is *literally* his subconscious. She probably knew what he was thinking before he did.
Trying to do the next best thing, she began rubbing his throbbing erection through his shorts, drawing a groan from him as he finishes removing his shirt. He brushes her hand away to yank down his shirts and boxers at the same time, letting his slightly above average cock spring free.
The woman bit her lip at the sight, and immediately wrapped her right hand around his length and began stroking. James could see and feel her hand firmly working his manhood, but he could also see that his cock wasn’t moving at all. She really wasn’t there, but his brain was doing it’s best to make him *think* she was.
“Fuck, that’s way better than my own hand,” he groans, drawing a smile from the woman.
“I know. Always feels better when it’s someone else, doesn’t it?”
James nods in agreement, then realized something. Slightly worried, he explains, “I haven’t done this for six months, and I probably won’t last very long. I might not be able to get you for again.”
“Don’t worry,” she replied soothingly, adding her other hand to slowly stroke his entire length. “No matter how long you last, you’ll always get me off too, it that’s what you want.”
“Perks of your fuckbuddy being imaginary,” James joked, drawing a laugh from the woman. She released his manhood and walked over to the bed, swaying her hips seductively as she went. Laying down in her back, she motioned him over with a finger and waited expectantly.
As if hypnotized, James made his way over to the bed, staring at the stunning woman just waiting for him to fuck her, he couldn’t help but celebrate his luck. Not everyone hallucinates the partner of their dreams and gets to have sex with them.
Climbing onto the bed and on top of her, he leaned down and gave the woman another passionate kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as her hands roamed his bare back. With his left hand, he reached down to part her legs, to find her already opening them for him. Smiling, he instead rubbed her pussy, feeling how wet she still is from her orgasm earlier, and or course her arousal now.
“Please,” she whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes. James never thought he’d see this scene outside of his lurid fantasies, but here is his perfect woman, pleading him to fuck her. Who was he to refuse?
Wasting no time, he gripped himself in his left hand and guided himself to her entrance, feeling its heat and wetness. The woman nodded up at him, and he pushed inside her. Instantly, he groaned loudly, wholly unprepared for just how tight and wet she was. It took a considerable amount of willpower not to cum right then and there, which would have been extremely embarrassing.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, holding still for a moment to get used to her tightness.
“It’s alright, take as long as you need,” the woman reassures him, knowing that after six months, it’s going to be a struggle to last a while, especially with how perfect she feels.
James takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, relieved that his imaginary fuckbuddy isn’t mad about him needing to take a break so soon. Agonizingly slowly, he begins moving again, thrusting no more than an inch out and in at first, but slowly building to a more considerable pace and depth. It would still be kind of slow for most real people, but the woman’s arousal combined with her not actually being real means that it’s enough for her.
She moans softly as he thrusts, putting her hands on his hips to help pull him back and forth. James groans again, loving the way her insides flutter slightly whenever he bottoms out. Shifting his weight onto his right hand, he uses his left to begin rubbing her clit. She moans her thanks, starting to roll her hips in time with his thrusts.
Soon, James is grunting with exertion as well as pleasure, since working as a programmer doesn’t exactly involve a lot of exercise. He isn’t exactly unhealthy, but this is the most exercise at one time that he’s had in a few weeks.
Taking the words out of his mouth, the woman asks, “Do you want me on top?” He nods quickly, and pulls out of her so they can switch places. Soon, James is laying on his back and catching his breath, while the woman has crawled on top of him, and is poised to plunge him back into her.
Lining his cock up with her entrance, she lets her weight sink her down onto him, and lets her head fall back in pleasure. She immediately begins riding him earnestly, her breasts bouncing perfectly as James admires the gorgeous sight. Her hips roll in time with her bouncing, and James knows that at this rate, he won’t last much longer.
Knowing this as well, the woman grabs her breast with her left hand, and begins rubbing her clit with her right hand in an effort to orgasm before James does. Her high pitched sighs and moans contrast sharply with James’ low grunts and groans.
Reaching out, James grabbed her hips and began bouncing her even harder onto him, knowing that it would make both of them cum quicker. Immediately, the woman’s moans became more pronounced and needy. Their hips smacked together loudly as she continued bouncing on him, frantically rubbing her clit to try to outrace her creator’s impending orgasm.
Soon, they both were hurtling towards the finish line, and both were trying to make the woman ride James harder and faster. She went as fast as she possibly could, assisted by James’ hands on her hips lifting her up, then slamming her back down onto his cock, over and over.
Her hand was a blur on her clit, her other hand groping her chest as her head fell back. In a few more seconds, she reached the point of no return. As her second orgasm tore through her, her insides clenched so hard that James immediately lost it as well.
Holding her hips down and thrusting ho into her himself, he pistoned into her as he blew his load inside her. Their noises of pleasure filled the apartment, making James wonder if his neighbors could hear him. He only thought about that for a moment though, as the sensation of the woman’s insides spasming on him was too good to not focus on for long.
Even when the uncontrollable spasms died down, she continued clenching and unclenching herself to milk him dry. With one final groan, James let his head fall back onto the pillow, and released her hips to let his hands fall limply to his sides.
Leaning down, the woman gave him a soft kiss before gently sliding off of his cock and squeezing in between him and the wall. James scooted over to give her room, then turned onto his side to face her. “That was incredible,” he said in awe, gently stroking her cheek as she smiled warmly.
“It was amazing,” she agreed, placing her right hand on his side. “We both needed that. More than you know.”
“So what now?” James asked, his head clearing and reality coming back into focus. “You just sort of haunt me all the time until I find a real girlfriend?”
“Not *all* the time…” she replied softly, scooting even closer to him. “But I’ll be around when you need me. I promise.”
James decided not to reply in the moment, and instead wrapped his arms around her an held her close, enjoying the closeness as she hugged him back, knowing all too well just how much he needs it.
“You really ought to name me before I go,” the woman said with a small smirk. “That way you have something to remember me by besides my good looks.”
James laughed at her teasing, then thought about what he should name his imaginary girlfriend. He still wasn’t completely okay with the fact that he was hallucinating all this, but he knew that she’s probably here to stay for a while, whether he liked it or not, so he better get used to her. Not that that will be difficult, if they keep having wonderful sex like they just did.
“Emily?” He suggested, not used to having to name human beings. Or at least imaginary ones.
“No, you think that’s too generic.”
“You’re right,” James agreed, knowing that the woman knows what he thinks better than he does. “What about-”
“Too weird.”
James frowned, but continued, “Well what about-”
“I’m not a season, please don’t suggest Winter either.”
“How about Sophie?”
The woman paused and contemplated the name, mouthing it to see how it feels on her tongue. “I think we like it,” she said after a while.
“My sexy little Sophie,” James teased, making the newly named Sophie smile. She pokes him in the stomach playfully and says, “As much as we would like to lay in bed and talk, you have to work. You’re late as it is.”
“Shit, you’re right,” James said, glancing at the time and seeing that he’s already fifteen minutes late for his usual check-in to confirm that he’s actually working that day.
“It’ll be alright,” Sophie assured him. “I have to go now, but I’ll come back whenever your subconscious decides you need me. Don’t freak out and think you were tripping or something. See you later, James.
“I think I’m well beyond tripping,” James teased, turning to the clock once again. When he turned his head back, Sophie was gone, like she was never there. All that remained was his semen drying on his stomach, and a small puddle of his spit on the carpet where he had been eating out his imaginary woman.
Sitting up, he briefly contemplated going to get some mental help. After all, most people don’t hallucinate sex with their dream woman. However, as he thought more about Sophie and their interactions, he decided against going to some therapy, for one simple reason:
He couldn’t wait to see her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mj088k/an_imaginary_fuckbuddy