Mid 20’s, professional, petite, porcelain-skinned, smooth woman, Muslim but fair-skinned. Deep, dark eyes, innocent but lost. Long silky light brown hair. Well-off but not rich. On the verge of two worlds: conservative, strict, traditional, and new, modern, cultured. Living alone.
30 year old, more professional, tall, handsome Jewish guy, gentleman, very rich. Brown haired, tanned skin. Nice beard. Owns a a nice house/is successful but is depressed/lonely too. Life of the party and hosts parties often, always classy, want to be cool/wanted. Girl is coming out of her shell, exploring more, so shyer.
And let’s say I’m the girl, and you’re the guy. God, I want you so bad. Take me on a classy date, both dressed up (you in a suit with suspenders, me in a 50’s polka dot dress), pretend we’re the richest, fanciest couple at the restaurant. Then go dancing, go crazy, bring me back to your beautiful house.Throw me on your bed. Tell me you love me even though you don’t. Pretend for the night it’s more than just a fuck. Press your handsome body up against me. Pull your cock out of your fly.
MMMM, I love everything about your body against mine. Tall, lean, hairy (mmm), big hands, big feet, beautiful cut cock, nice dark beard. Lick. I love the bones in your wrist, your strong grip, yet gentle touch. You touch me all over, ravaged by your lust. Run your fingers over you breasts, down my chest and flat stomach. Keep touching, shove your hand into my panties. Rub your cock against my leg. I beg you, please give it to me. I’ve never had a cock between my legs.
Kiss my neck. I’m feeling the high of the hits we took just before hitting your bed. Your body is intoxicating. I love how the back of your pants gaps right above your lower back, and how your legs stretch across the bed all the way to your big feet. I love being smothered by your mouth, your scent (slight pheremone smell), your touch, your taste, the way your manly voice resonates.
You’ew rubbing my pussy all the way down to a wet spot of dripping desire. That makes you harder and you’re covered in pre-cum now. I love how you gently rub my pussy, as if touching a strange creature cautiously, yet when fingering me, know I like it so fast.
Feed me, I ask. Mmmm, you shove your cock into my mouth. Then you give me one long lick on my slit, stand up and press your cock to my entrance. You want this fat, hard cock, you say as you press gently on it. I look up with hungry eyes. Oh, your virgin pussy will get it then, you say and shove it in between my lips in one fast thrust, like breaking into a piece of raw dough.
Oh, fuck me fast. Not deep. Just in and out so fast… grab me by the jaw and press my face against the pillow. Fuck me hard, angrily, groan for me. Sweat all over me. Rub your hairy body all over. Mmmmm. Make me cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6vwgdc/mf_fantasies_of_a_depressed_lonely_writer