I used to be like many of you. Going about my average day doing average things. Interviewing people and researching topics to fill the column of an online magazine; drinking at a filthy downtown bar for the aesthetics; and making frivolous conversation with frivolous people, whom I guess you could call my ‘friends, all in the hopes of making time go by a little faster. It wasn’t like I was unhappy, but my daytime activities certainly left me aching for a source of real joy. Luckily after having a few conversations and falling down a handful of risqué online rabbit holes, I knew I had stumbled upon something unique. A nook in a vast library of motivational activities. My very own combination of 11 herbs and spices to spruce up my writing. After a few weeks of going at it, I found myself drooling with anticipation during the day to indulge my newfound wicked night-time routine. It left me feeling like a sexually emancipated queen and I was eager to be crowned each night. The following is an account of one such night a couple of weeks back.
Author: instanteuphoria__
Quarantine isolation has got me (F)antasizing about (M)y best friend….
“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
That’s how it all started. He was clearly making a joke, but in that moment my mind began to wander, and I couldn’t help but imagine his slick cock sliding up and down the full length of my plump breasts. I involuntarily began to ask questions to myself about how I would feel if he inserted his fingers into my mouth without consent ot grabbed a feel of my inner thigh. And I imagined the nuanced sensations of having him bend me over the couch at his house, so that he could pull apart the layers of fabric that covered my bottom to reveal the treasure trove that is my wet pussy which resided inside.
Quarantine isolation has got me (F)antasizing about (M)y best friend…?. “FUCK, I’M SO HARD RN”
“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
That’s how it all started. He was clearly making a joke, but in that moment my mind began to wander, and I couldn’t help but imagine his slick cock sliding up and down the full length of my plump breasts. I involuntarily began to ask questions to myself about how I would feel if he inserted his fingers into my mouth without consent ot grabbed a feel of my inner thigh. And I imagined the nuanced sensations of having him bend me over the couch at his house, so that he could pull apart the layers of fabric that covered my bottom to reveal the treasure trove that is my wet pussy which resided inside.