I know I should be studying. And yet, I’m shifting in my chair, desperate for friction, not seeing a word of my class notes. I think I read some of it at some point but no colored pen or highlighter is a match for the sound of my boyfriend verbally abusing people playing an online game. It doesn’t help that I steal glances of him too. His back is hunched and tense, belly spilling over his basketball shorts. He’s totally absorbed in the game. He looks like a modern day god. My thighs clench from want.
An element of the attraction is his total unawareness of me. He is a real person with real interests. On the other hand, I feel dogged by the thought that I am the byproduct of someone else’s dream, an empty simulation of desire. It’s a sickness. I think of him all the time and wish I could erase his individuality and inject him with my virus so we could fuck for eternity. Isn’t it the object of pornography, to fuck without decay?
I imagine his hands on me the way is see them gripping the smooth curves of the controller. He plugs himself into me and I vibrate all over. Upon his touch my soft flat nipples take shape into hard little buds, functional as analog sticks. He tortures them with quick flicks from his thumbs and I cant help but let out small cries.
“Shut up, stupid slut,” he snaps, eyes still glued to the screen. I try to comply but his sporadic thrusts into my sopping wet cuntport drive me past the point of comprehension. “Please fill all of my ports,” I whine, bouncing my ass against his soft belly. He abruptly ejects himself and barks, “Make yourself useful and get me a red bull.”
I rush to fulfill his request and after he chugs the can, he pushes my head down to his crotch. “Good girl,” he says. My mouth hole gratefully receives his long heavy cock covered in a mixture of my cunt juice and sweat. I lap my tongue over every inch of it, determined to collect all of the taste while groaning from the pleasure.
He pulls his dick from me again and inserts it into my ass. He pounds my ass so good that I want more but he pulls out again and fucks my mouth. He alternates between my mouth and ass, thoroughly neglecting my aching pussy left to drip fluids into my ass. It’s so wet everywhere.
“Baby, you’re drooling all over your notes.” I jerk my head up from my desk and attempt to blink the sleep from my eyes. I had been dreaming and made a mess of my notes! “Ah, I had a really good dream,” I replied sheepishly. If only he knew…