I’m glad you’re close by again. But, even if we’re just barely two miles away, you still feel so far. You’ve always felt too far. When you were a stranger in a hallway and when I’m looking up at you, my arms in your lap supporting my head as I watched you speak. There’s no way I was the only one who thought, “wow they’re so close to me right now”.
I know always wanted to be close to you and now that we are sometimes that realization of closeness sets in. The small voice that’s always been there but, it’s just a lustful fantasy of my thirteen year old self. We’re nearly twenty now and that voice is still there. I knew I shouldn’t have thought about you all those nights. Yes, ask me questions. Keep asking I want to teach you and show you the answers to your curiosities with my body. I want you to taste the light between my legs and feel a sympathetic understanding to the guy who finished in the same position. You’ll be able to hear me breath again, I know you’ve heard it before. The thought of awkward laughter, clammy hands, shudders, gasps, and every stifled moan that would come out of us.
We’ve known each other since 7th grade. So fantasizing about you has been something I’ve been doing on and off since I was 13. You were just some guy in the hallway, how are we so close now. Never close enough, fuck I need to behave normally infront of you. If you found out how often I think about riding raw, I don’t think I’d be able to face you. you trusts me enough to ask me questions about women, the type of questions where your inexperience comes to light. Let me teach you. Please I want you to learn on my body.
You just got home from uni, I’ll probably see you this weekend, it’s nothing close to what I think about you at night. Fuck. I shouldn’t have thought about making out with you that one night. Now I can’t stop humping comforters and rubbing myself to you. Even if I can act normal, what if I become horny from being around you. My will be knuckles buried inside me right after I get home, sniffling your name and trembling at the thought of us.
There’s nothing more I want than to ride you. I can’t describe how badly I want to watch you squirm. while I making you cum is the goal but, I’d also like you to feel me cum from riding you. Blow and tease your cock in the backseat of you car, fuck. I would to anything to watch you spill over my fingers and keep going till he fills my mouth again. But, you will never know how many times I’ve finished from the thought of you cumming in me. Instead we will just talk like friends, catch up, and hope you don’t realize I mean the occasional playful look.
They’re fueling me and it’s starting to grow endless. I keep fantasizing about us pressed up together, in the same position. It always ends with you trying to hide how hard you are and being able to feel my heartbeat in two different places. Feel it from the inside, have some fun, play around. You said it’s a German product, right? You don’t have to be so careful. You know what I look like, fingers in my mouth. You know what my eyes look like when I want you. I slip up sometimes, have you seen? There’s so much of you I haven’t seen.
There’s so much of you I haven’t learned. Grip, pressure, soft spots, the ways you tense up. I want to know what it looks like from the top. Your eyes, the urgency in your breath, I want to feel your body against me. I want to feel you pressed inside of me. I can teach you to expect how soft a pair of tits are but, I want to show you how hot it is inside. I appreciate you showing the trust you have in me and our relationship. I value our closeness dearly and for that very reason these fantasies will stay as is. So keep asking questions, ask anything you want since I’m starting to get curious as well. I’ll happily answer anything you want to know. We’ll see each other soon enough.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ta2fzc/wet_dreams_and_wet_realities
Absolutely love