In all my stories, she is there. The Redhead girl, with her pale skin, her nose covered with freckles, her round cheeks, her heavy breasts. She is in all these fantasies of mine, as she endures my dirtiest vices, or she dominates me with the harshest strikes, as I grab my dick with frenzy, trying to squeeze out some sticky drops of despair. Those dreams are full of my wildest desires, but also full of *what if*s, those situations where I had always hoped to have gone a little bit crazy, to have *dared*… But I was too shy, too young.
I was young, and so was she; she was my first love, and in a time when I was not completely thinking about sexuality, she dragged me into it by shoving my hand into her knickers, and pushing hers down my pants, around my dick. I took her virginity as she took mine, as Sting was regretting shimmering *Fields of Gold*. She must have got bored with me, she abandoned me a couple of years later, just like she had drawn me into her bed: like the wild fire that she was.
Of course she is now long gone: she got married to some accountant who put 4 kids in her flat belly, and she seems to have found comfort in telling religious tales – maybe her chap’s dick infused her with the love of God as well… To me she is still the hot 19 year old I love and adore, and I seem to see her still, although not as often as before, as time healed me. She appears in the shadow of streets we used to walk together, I catch glimpses of her smiling face in other redheads, sometimes in some of the pictures anonymous girls post here on Reddit, I wank at improbable freckled lookalikes getting screwed by massive cocks in amateur porn. And of course I write about her: she is the BFF, she celebrates our anniversary, she is the hot girl wearing a purple swimsuit (one of those “what if”), and more…
One of my biggest regrets is that… she never sucked me. I am not sure there is a reason for it. As I said, I was dumb, we were young, and we were discovering everything together. Of course, the thought was on my mind, but I never dared to put it into words to her. On her side, maybe she was thinking about it (later exchanges proved me that she was not shying away from shoving her later lovers in her mouth), but never did she act upon that thought.
And so the most exciting of my fantasies is the sight of her kneeling in front of me, as we are standing in her dark bedroom. She slowly opens my trousers, and pulls down my underpants, letting out my cock already hard. Her brown eyes plunging into mine, with a big smile rising her round cheeks, her hand rising to my dick bouncing in front of me: the vision drives me crazy. She approaches her lips from my glans, and her tongue sticks out, licking me like me one of those pistachio ice creams she loved. And then she swallows me whole, without warning. Her mouth feels warm and wet, her tongue plays with me, I hit the back of her throat. Her eyes still locked with mine, she moans as she can see how excited I am.
She then starts going back and forth, and I know I won’t hold long: I can already feel the orgasm coming, I whisper it to her, passing my hand in her hair of fire. But she ignores me, and continues to suck me with more intensity. And suddenly, an ultimate pumping, I come deep in her mouth, her hair in my fists, grunting a primal grunt. She then stands up, still smiling, her hand caressing my sex still dripping, and kisses me with passion, swapping the result of her love and tenderness with me.This fantasy always makes me come very quickly, even twenty years after she gave her last goodbye. Go figure. This is the power of the Redhead girl, she owns my heart and my soul, and forever she will be the queen over my desires, and forever I will try to catch her shadow in your freckle-covered face, o lovely redhead reader.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/oylvxg/the_redhead_girl_mf