Alone in my bedroom, my mind wanders, and it always comes back to you. What I want you to do to me, what you’d feel like on top of me. Whether you’re in your bedroom dreaming of me, stroking yourself. Whether the thought of me is making you hard like the thought of you is making me wet.
I dream about us meeting. We bump into each other at a coffee shop, and you stop me.
“It’s you!” You declare excitedly.
“And it’s you! What are you doing here?”
“I’m in town for work. I was going to reach out to you. Come back to my hotel room?”
I bite my lip like I have to think about it. Like we’re not already half undressed in my head.
“Okay!”
In the elevator, my pussy is throbbing with excitement. I can’t believe this is finally happening, after all my fantasizing. I can’t believe you’re here.
Your hand is on my lower back as you explain the work you’re doing in town, but my mind is focused on the sensation, barely registering your words.
“Cool,” is all I can muster.
“What have you been up to?” You ask.
With words still failing me, I answer by kissing you and wrapping my arms around your neck. Your hands find my sides and pull me in, and we kiss passionately, deeply, like we can’t get enough of each other.
You spin us around, pressing my back into the wall and kissing down my neck, heat rising in my body. It takes everything in me not to rip all my clothes off right there in the elevator, and I can tell you’re feeling the same way.
“We’re almost at my room,” you whisper in my ear, reading my mind.
“I need you,” I whimper in response.
We tumble out of the elevator at your floor and practically run to your room. The door isn’t even closed behind us when you throw me against the wall and start kissing me again, but this time your hands get to work getting me out of my clothes.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, dirty girl?” You ask when you feel how wet I am for you.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Have you been fantasizing about me?” You ask, your fingers spreading me open.
“Yes!”
Your pointer and ring fingers spread my lips while your middle finger caresses my aching clit, and an animalistic moan escapes my lips.
“Does that feel good, babygirl?”
“Oh my god,” I moan, gripping the muscles of your arms.
My hips buck into your fingers as you pleasure me, grinding and rocking. My moans grow louder and more breathy and your fingers move faster against my swollen clit.
You touch me like you’ve done this a thousand times before, like you know exactly how to extract the most pleasure possible, the most guttural moans. My eyes roll back in my head.
“I’m going to cum!”
Every muscle in my body tenses as a wave of warm, gooey ecstasy washes over me. I cry out and moan, nails digging into you, and start to fall to the floor but you catch me with your free hand and guide me down slowly.
Now we’re on the floor and you’re still touching me while you take out your dick.
“Do you want me inside you, babygirl?”
Still trembling, I nod vigorously.
With my head thrown back, I feel the tip of your cock against my entrance, gently and slowly pushing inside while your fingers continue to work me. I’m in heaven.
You slowly enter me, making me feel fuller and fuller until I’m not sure I can take anymore. You’re completely inside me, and it feels incredible. I start to buck my hips against you but you stop me.
“No no, I’m in control here. You just hold on and enjoy,” You growl.
I almost cum just hearing you say it.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe with a smirk.
Your hands grip me by my shoulders and you plant a gentle kiss on my forehead just before you begin to fuck me so hard I see stars. I moan a “yes” that reverberates through my body, making all of these magical sensations even better.
“Good girl,” your dark voice says in my ear, and I lose it.
Your cock rhythmically pumping into me and your fingers still dancing on my clit combine to form the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt. If God herself could occupy my pussy and show me exactly what every beautiful nerve ending could do, it would feel something like this. I moan and scream and scratch and grab you, no longer in control of my body as it’s rocked by divine pleasure.
“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me,” your voice drips slow and hot, bringing on another wave of ecstasy. It feels like I’m getting fucked by your words and I love it.
Suddenly you pull out and finish all over my tits and tummy, covering me in your cum.
“Fuck that’s hot. Can I take a picture so I can relive this over and over?”
I nod, rubbing it all over my tits and smiling for you as you snap some photos and a little video.
You hand me a towel and then scoop me up, laying me down in bed with you. We drift off to sleep together, our bodies recovering before we ravage each other again.
But this was all a fantasy.
I’m still here alone in my bed, imagining what you’d feel like. For the zillionth time tonight, I click on my vibrator and press it against my clit until my legs tremble and I have to hold back screams.
Maybe one day I’ll get to play out my fantasy in real life. Until then, I’ll just touch myself and think of you.