First try in writing something that may be reality or may be fantasy. I’ve marked parts that go more explicit with ## It’ll be a longer series, I assume – so this is only the introduction. Stay tuned.
Part 2 up, a bit more explicit :)
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So I’ve entered the apartment, like so many times, but this time my heart was wiggling already on the way over there, back on the streets. Todays Constellation was different, and we both knew.. well, at least I knew.
She opened the door and her face was graced with her beautifully inviting smile, as always .. also looking a bit hazy at the same time. Leaning her body on the door, in a relaxed manner with her sloppy, hanging clothes.. like she just stood up. Knowing all that made her sleepy smile even more seductive, and my heart throbbing intensified slightly as I walked on to her and took her in my arms, gently hugging her and holding her for longer than the usual hug. I’ve felt her arms clenched around my chest and she was holding me quite tight, unusually tight for her calm and sleepy look.
We let go of each other as she turned around and walked into the living room, which was only reserved for us on this special day. My eyes followed her barefoot steps and slowly after my feet did the same. We jumped on the couch and did behave like friends do and should as we already know each other for quite some time. Playing games, talking about stuff that happened, add some drinking and smoking and laughing and spontaneity and you good a magical evening.. turning out too good to be true.
Can you remember these special people in your life? People where you just feel that there are unique waves of energy and appreciation between you and them. You can’t explain or interpret them exactly, because technically .. they should not be there and you don’t know how it’ll turn out and what each of you should to? There always was something special between us. We’ve shared it cryptically in words, in speech, in looks and just in feelings that were rumbling in our guts. Why cryptically? Well, we shouldn’t be doing it, we shouldn’t even be able to feel this contradicting feelings. It’ll tear the future apart, as everyone might’ve imagined it, but .. what if? Inevitably there are feelings, inevitably my heart bumps against my chest and inevitably I catched her eyes and smiles on me as the night grew darker and darker..
After some further talking and some soft sentimental hugs we ended up lying on the L-Couch. Everyone on his own part of the Couch, my bare feet buried under her head pillow, kind of afraid what might happen and listening to beautifully made interweaving guitars coming from the speakers on each corner of the room, charging the room with a somewhat changing mood of melancholic romanticism maybe..
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By this time we both we’re pretty dazed, and as we were lying there suddenly she said in a rather giggly voice “Dude. You look naughty!” and giggled away. I’ve became somewhat hard and horny a few times over the last few hours, as I got to hold her in my arms and have my hands touching her soft, pale skin, but she never noticed. I was clearing my throat and wondered “Whyyy?” She still giggled away and I noticed her looking at a bulge on my shorts. Apparently now it was just a bulge that somehow formed or remained from his earlier break out attempts, .. she shaid “You look naughty!” and suddenly my blood flow changed direction again, pumping the contents of my boxershorts up for real now and my chest felt my heart rate increasing again. “Oh, .. ” I stumbled on “.. you mean that? I’m sor-” .. she was nodding her head and started to crawl towards me, moving her head with a dreamy smile to my face and placing her hands on my legs to get a better of view of that mysterious bulge in my shorts, which was growing with every inch her head came closer to it.
She grabbed my shorts and pulled ’em down, straining over my cock until it slipped of it’s tip and pulled it off my legs. Now she was standing there, with all her beauty .. still clothed in her baggy tanktop and short sloppy shorts. She was covered in sweat, it was mid summer and there were drops running off her forehead, and little drops running down her neck just to rest on her shoulders.. looking at me. Me, dreaming about her in so many ways for the last years, lying on this couch with only my black boxershorts on, stretched by my massive boner, gracefully build up by her magic that was mostly just her looks.
My righ hand grabbed her hand and her head was moving towards the bulge package, her lips were absolutely close to it and she was kissing the cloth that was wrapping my hard cock. Her lips closed about the shaft, that was still in my shorts and slided up and down as finally her other hand came to play. Grabbing my cock .. very, very hard. She has quite a grip.
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PART 2
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Still holding my shaft tightliy in her hand, she was looking over the big bulge in my boxershorts directly into my eyes. Her gaze paired a recipe of arousal, lust and guilt at the same time. Cold and warm, smiling and shaking all in the same moment.. her hand started moving, masked by the long streams of brown hair flowing from her head as she looked down on my cock again, her mouth decorated by a naughty smirk.
I felt her pulling my foreskin down and up, as her body was lying on my legs and her eyes curiously followed every motion my face drew.. the remaining bitterness on her face transitioned to a curious, gigglish grin, as I exhaled my first soft moan “Mmmmh.. Fuck! I’ve dreamt about this for quite some time.” and my hand was grabbing for her sweet, kneadable buttcheeks and started enjoying the scenario as it unfolded like a dream right before me.
Took my other hand and grabbed her working hand, guiding her to the buttons upon my boxershort and eventually through the little slit. Feeling her soft skin on my cock the first time got me goosebumps all I over .. I wouldn’t be amazed if even my boner was shakingly full of ’em in just that moment. My hands then found their way underneath her pants and started dragging on her panties, so I could give her some tension too. As her panties were rubbing on her pussiy, she released a quiet moan and pulled my foreskin all down, throwing a slow bitter but nonetheless joyful gaze in my face. There was fire burning in her eyes, that has just been released and I was hoping she saw the same fire reflect in mine.
Her hands stroked my cock and I was moaning softly as she raised her hand’s rhythm for a while and then sat on my knees, sliding forward. Meanwhile my hands were both in a tight grab around her butt cheeks, kneading and enjoying it, spreading it and eventually sliding underneath even her panties and deep down her crack.. just to notice that she’s been fucking entirely soaked already. If I mean soaked, I really mean it. It was soppy! “I’m sorry,” she giggled shyly “I tend to become very wet, sometimes I feel like a waterfall.” My boner instantly reached a height not even I dared to dream of and it poked right up my chest, her pussy kind of grinding on it through her soaked shorts and panties, her juice already started to sip through.. covering my dick in her slightly sticky cum. She must’ve been horny for quite some time now, I’ve thought as my hands enjoyed playing in her crack, reaching for her pussy and finally moving my fingertips on my lips to taste her, what seems to amuse her as she started laughing wildly. I loved the taste, grabbed her by her neck and forced her lips to mine so I could finally let my lips kiss hers..
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TO BE CONTINUED
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6sogme/magic_of_suspended_feelings_pt_1_2