We hung out again today. Hadn’t seen each other if a while. Maybe a month? Time moves so differently now, during the pandemic. Sometimes days last weeks, and months fly by in only a day or two. We did our current normal thing – grabbed some coffee and grub, then came back and chatted about life in my backyard, 6ft apart and with our masks on. We enjoyed our drinks, each other’s company, and a bit of herb. I couldn’t help the catch in my breath or the skip of my heart whenever he pulled his mask down to sip his coffee. Just seeing his full face in person felt like something so rare and intimate.
Author: That_Goth_Thot
Fantasies of the Bear Next Door pt.4 [MF] [Mild Dom]
A little midnight day dream…
It’s late. Close to the witching hour. The sky is dark, and I can feel the cool night air blow softly through my hooded robe. Underneath, I’m naked except for a pair of black crotchless panties, lacy thigh high stockings, and some black Doc Martens. I watch through his unlocked sliding glass door. It was easy getting into his backyard unnoticed, as his wife had decided to take the dogs with her on her trip out of town. He was finally drifting off to sleep on the couch. But, just to be safe, I waited a few minutes more, till I could see his chest rise and fall in the steady rhythm of sleep.
Now. Now is my time. I ever so gently pull the slider open and tiptoe into his house, through the kitchen, and into his living room. He’s in his favorite spot on the couch, so the back of his head is towards me, and long frame laid out along the cushions. I quietly drop my robe. I’m small and light, and very very careful, and he is fast asleep. The tell-tale flutters of his eyelids tell me he’s deep in R.E.M. sleep. Perfect. He never even notices me climb up, graceful and steady as a cat and straddle his face. I slowly bring my pussy down to his lips. The thrill of sneaking in and surprising him has made me fantastically wet.
Fantasies of the Bear Next Door pt3 [FM] [Mild BDSM] [Dom Sub] [F][32] [M][32]
As you may recall, Bear is as his nickname implies – furry, thicc, and about a foot and a half taller than me. He’s strong, brave, and very able and willing to throw down when needed. He also has one of the kindest, gentlest, most empathetic souls I’ve ever known. So, naturally, he’d make a perfect dom. The other night, that’s exactly what I thought about…
I imagined the day started like any other day; Bear and I were chatting via snapchat, as usual. We said our good mornings, flirted a little. We, both being married, had recently talked about how fantastic it would be to get a “Hall Pass” from our respective partners. I already had one, so I tended to flirt a little less subtly than he did, but he never seemed to mind.
[MF] Fantasies of the Bear Next Door pt 2
Preface: My friend, Bear, has never cum in a woman’s pussy. He’s fucked plenty, and cum on them or in their mouths, but never their pussy. It’s a rule for him, a mental block, even.
I want it. I want his cum inside me. I need to feel it shoot deep into my waiting pussy.
I fantasize about being alone with him, hanging out on his couch. We’re chatting and chillin, but the sexual tension is weighing on us. Filling the room. I can’t take it anymore, I crawl across the couch, onto his lap. I grab him by his beard and bring his face to mine and lick his lower lip with just the very tip of my tongue, teasing him, making him wait to taste it himself. Then, as I feel his need growing more and more, I let him have it and dive my tongue into his mouth and feel his tongue fill mine in turn.
We’re kissing. Biting. Tasting each other. I lick along his jaw, up to his ear, nibbling the lobe and licking the ridges. Then, I whisper into his ear, “It’s time. I want your cum inside me. It’s mine and you know it,” and then bite his earlobe. Hard. I feel his whole body shudder under me. “Yes,” he says to me, “it’s yours. Only yours.”
[FM] Fantasies of the Bear next door pt 1
My friend, whom I call “___ Bear” came over yesterday, to hang out. We have never gotten physical in any way, but have been friends for 15 years or so and pretty much wanted to fuck each other the entire time, but various circumstances of life prevented it from ever actually happening.
So, while we sat outside, wearing our masks and sitting 6ft away from each other (due to the apocalypse aka pandemic), all I could do as I stared into those piercing eyes that could make the devil blush. Eyes that held me in their gaze, full of poorly concealed lust and desire, as we chatted about who knows what. Focusing on the conversations was next to impossible as all I could think about was him silently getting up, walking up to me, pulling both our masks off and grabbing hold of my tiny waist in his giant Bear paws.