Dreams and Desires

“I dreamt about you last night.”


“Oh?” Your voice perks up and I can hear the curiosity clear as day.


“Yes, it was…”


“…was it good?” you interrupt, unintentionally. You’re distracted.


“…it was good.” I finish, answering your question.


“Tell me about it.” you query, nonchalantly. You’re still curious but it’s been a long day and you find yourself having to switch ears and shoulders holding the phone as you walk around your house, tidying up.


“Are you sure you want to know?” I tease, smiling as I walk around my own place, the dream fixed in my mind.


“Of course,” you reply. I hear the muffled scratching of your phone being moved again. “Of course,” you repeat, unsure if I heard you the first time, “I do love the way you tell stories after all.” A small chuckle escapes your lips and it puts a smile on my face.


We know each other, you and I, but not in the sense of a normal relationship. We’re more than pen pals, less than lovers, more than friends but less than boyfriend girlfriend. The status of who we are and what we mean to each other is intangible and undefinable. But regardless, there is the undeniable attraction. We think the same way, like the same things, enjoy the same music, and entice each other with our actions, our words. We could be much more than this, whatever this is.


“You were at my place.” I begin, settling into the chair in my living room. “It was dark outside, and inside only a few lights were on.”


“Mmm hmm?” you reply, and I can hear you still moving about your place. I haven’t yet caught your attention but I’m sure that will change.


“I’m not sure where we just came from but we’re dressed up quite nicely.” I continue, “I’ve got on the remnants of a suit, minus the jacket, and you have on a long dress. It’s tight at the top, showing off your figure and your hips, and it’s got a long slit down the side from your ankle to mid thigh. I seem to recall it being a charcoal grey, and I must say hun, you look fantastic in it.”


“Well that’s good to know.” you retort with a laugh.


“Yes, well you’ve got fantastic legs and an equally delicious ass. Of course any dream I have of you will show this off.” I chuckle then continue, “You’re wearing a pair of elegant black heels, which in a way is funny, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with heels on.”


“Nope.” you affirm. The muffled movement of your body has now stopped. You’ve sat down and have now given me your full attention.


“Anyways, we’re at my place, like I said, and I’m sitting on the one chair I have. The room is essentially bare. You walk in front of me and show yourself off. I sit there smiling like a goof, watching your figure, the slit in the dress flashing a soft sexy leg before it gets covered once more. You turn away from me and look over your shoulder, winking. My eyes run down your body and I smile at the fact I see no panty line.”


“Because I don’t wear full panties with long dresses.” you giggle, “Thong or commando, that’s the only way I roll.” you chuckle, “However did you know that?”


“I didn’t, but it seemed to fit with what I know about you.” I laugh in return.


“Then what happens?” you ask, now even more interested.


“You walk up to me and you run your hand down my body, from my chest, across my tie, down my leg and then back up again to rest on my crotch.”


“Oooh, nice dream.” you interrupt chuckling again.


“I definitely think so.” I reply then continue to recount my story, “Your hand cups me, and holds my sex gently. I feel your individual fingers running over the cloth covered organ of my desire and I can’t help but twitch and move my legs to give you further access.”


“Oh I do like that.” you whisper into the phone. You smile and let your own hand run up your leg and rest on you quickly dampening panty covered sex. “Then?”


“You blow me a kiss, lean into me, and whisper into my ear.”


“I say, ‘Now it’s my turn to tease you’ “you blurt out in a hushed but hurried way.


“It is isn’t it?” I smile in response to your active participation in my dream. “I guess that’s fair.”


“You’re damn right it is!” you exclaim, “You constantly text me all these naughty stories and fantasies. You get me revved up and I can’t do anything about it.”


I laugh in response. “That’s generally the idea.”


“Well it ain’t fuckin’ fair now is it.” you retort. You sound mad but I can tell it’s just a mask. In truth you love every message I send you. It takes you out of the humdrum boring day that you’re residing in, and whisks you away to a fantasyland of sex and sensuality. “So yea, it’s my turn to tease you.”


Realistically, I’d never mind it. Teasing is one of the best parts of a sexual encounter. If you just go for the dynamite finish you lose out on all the nuances. Without good, sensual, torturous foreplay sex just isn’t the same. Ramping up desires, withholding pleasures, it’s all part of the game to let each partner in the play feel as if they are the center of all attention. So by all means, I would certainly welcome your teasing….but I won’t let you know that. That’s half the fun.


“Oh shit.” I say in response, knowing full well how much I’d really enjoy your tender teasing. “What have I got myself into?”


“Well you tell me, it’s your dream after all. I just know that I wouldn’t let you have it easily.” you chuckle, biting your lip as you picture the scene we’re both painting.


“Yes, well you know what I like now don’t you.” I smile to myself, but the intonation in my voice conveys exactly what I’m thinking, “After you run your hand over my cock, and whisper into my ear you turn and walk away a few steps.”


“Mmm hmm?” you respond, getting comfortable on the couch you sat on. Letting your legs swing open and wag back and forth. Completely unladylike, but you’re alone, modesty is unnecessary.


“As you walk away you run your hands down your body, down your breasts, over your waist, around to your hips and ending at your delicious ass, which you of course….”


“…spank.” you finish the sentence giggling. Your own hands wandering over your body as you feel yourself getting flushed and excited as the phone conversation continues. “Then?”


“Well I’m sitting there watching you, and I have to tell you babe, it’s hot as hell.” I laugh, “You look over your shoulder at me and wink which gave me shivers and I felt my balls twitch with excitement.” I hear a giggle escape your lips but I continue to tell you about my dream. “Then you ran your hand up your back to grasp the tiny zipper before slowly pulling it down to where it stops just above your ass.”


“You love my ass don’t you.” you interrupt with a laugh.


“I do.” I admit, “Its fantastic hun. I can’t help but wish it was right here in front of me with my hand on it….feeling your soft skin…hearing you whisper all the things you want me to do to you….”


“Hey hey…one fantasy at a time big boy.” you laugh. “So what happened next in this dream you had?”


“Well you slipped one shoulder off, then the other.”


“Mmm hmm?” you reply, fiddling with your bra as I speak. Wiggling out of it and tossing it next to you on the couch. Much better you think, looking down and smirking seeing your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. You orient your phone to capture the moment, snap a picture and send it off to me as I continue the story of my dream.


“Then as the shoulders fall to the side, you slink side to side and ease the rest of the dress down.”


“Well now, that sounds like fun.” you chuckle, hearing the confirmation that the picture you took has been successfully sent.


DING my phone chirps and vibrates. I look down at it, pausing my story for a moment. Seeing the message was from you I look at it and bite my lip and laugh as I glimpse your tight t-shirt showing off your now bra-less breasts. Erect nipples so anxious for a tender touch. Delicious I think to myself. “Hey…you’re going to make me forget where I am in the dream!?” I curtly blubber, with a tinge of sincerity mixed with sarcastic overtones.


“Oh I’m sure you’ll be able to work through it…” you retort, “…so what happened next?”


“Well you’re wearing that set of lingerie I got you.”


“The black one or the red one?”


“You know which. The black one of course.”


“Ooooh I like those, they’re so pretty. So are the reds, but black goes well with everything.” you chuckle.


“Yes they definitely are both sets. But the garter and stockings look hot with your black thong and matching bra.”


“That’s why you picked them.”


“It certainly is.”


“I haven’t worn them yet.” you mutter with slight disappointment.


“Well you know if you ever need someone to appreciate them, I will.” I laugh.


“That’s true!” you laugh in return, “Ok, tell me more. I want to know what happens next!”


“Well now you’re standing in front of me, your ass facing me….”


“…again with the ass…”


“You’re still in your heels, and you look gorgeous.” I hear you laugh on the other end of the phone but continue, “So then you turn back and you walk up to me. I’m staring like an idiot.


“Of course.”


“I can’t help it, you’re so damn sexy. I’m overwhelmed with the need to have you.”


“Have me?”


“I want you desperately. I want to taste you, to kiss you, hold you. Feel your nakedness against me. Feel your soft skin, the touch of your fingers, and the tenderness in your lips. I want it all.


“Mmmmm…I like the sound of that.”


“So you walk up to me and run your hand up my thigh.”


“You’re not even naked yet!” you complain.


“No, but that’ll change.” I quickly reply. “You run your hand up my thigh and rest it again on my now very stiff cock.”




“You fish around and find my zipper, then slowly pull it down, watching my cock pushing the fabric away as if it’s desperate to escape.”




“I lift my body from the chair briefly and you pull my pants down and then off, tossing them next to your dress in the corner.”


“Good, about time!” you laugh, “Then?”


“You reach down and you fish my cock out from behind my underwear. You take it out and stare at it for a moment.”


“Mmmm…..bet it looks tasty.”


Anticipating that response I hit send on something I prepared earlier.


Blinggggg I hear your phone chirp.


You pull the phone from your ear to see it’s a message from me. Intrigued you open the message and see a candid shot of my erect phallus, as if you were sitting right in front of it. It’s hardness pulsating before your eyes despite the frozen nature of the captured moment in time. “Damn” you mutter under your breath, and I smirk to myself upon hearing your response. “It definitely looks tasty.” you giggle. I picture in my mind your smiling face. Your dimples so adorable. You’re biting your lip, gazing at my sex then back up to me transmitting with a look all the anxious desire you’re feeling. “I wish I had that in my hand right now” you mumble, adjusting the phone as you move your body on the couch removing another article of clothing. You reposition the phone now and relax, your legs splayed wide open, your fingers running soft delicate circles across your now naked pussy.


“Well in my dream that’s exactly what you did.” I continue, unabashed and brazen in my obvious tempting of your desires. “You pulled me out from the captivity of my underwear into the freedom of the cool night air.”


I hear you sigh before you whisper, “God I love the way you talk.”


“Perhaps then you should interrupt less.” I tease.


You giggle, “Yes yes, of course. Please good sir, continue your story. Pay no attention to the naked woman playing with herself while she imagines being a part of this story he’s telling.”


“No mind indeed.” I chuckle, my own hand lowering to my erection which is straining to be free, and would like nothing better than to be within your grasp. “Anyways,” I continue, trying to regain control of myself so that I can continue to control you, “after you freed my cock from my underwear you look into my eyes and drag a single finger up the underside, over the tip, and down the other side. You smile at me and lick your lips subtly before lowering yourself down to it, agonizingly slow.”


“Ugh.” you groan. “I’m teasing you in the dream but I’m only teasing myself now!” you let out an exasperated sigh. I smile to myself amused at your observation. You pull the phone from your ear and look at it, then holding it at arm’s length you bellow “Fuck, just let me taste you already damn it!” As you return the phone to your ear you hear me laughing, “Not funny. I’m getting so antsy here I could explode!” you admit, much to my delight.


“That’s the idea.” I retort, “But trust me, in my dream, it was me that was in agony.” The image is transfixed in my mind and I recall it with disturbing clarity. “You lowered your head to my cock, so damn slow I could scream. It’s then that I realize that the tie that I had around my neck before was suddenly wrapped around my wrists and holding me in place on the chair.”


“Oooooh…..so you’re trapped!” you giggle, enjoying the plight of your current tormentor.


“Very much so. I recall pulling and tugging at the tie, anxious and desperate. All I want to do is run my hands through your hair. I want to direct you closer and have your tongue on my cock, your mouth engulfing me.” I explain. I hear you moan through the phone and smile at the continued control I have over you. The thoughts in my mind tantalize me, but to have them tease and torture you is sincerely delicious. “But all you do is lower yourself so only the very tip of your tongue touches me.”


“Mmmmm hmmm?” you moan in response, running your finger across your lips and gently licking it as you do, imagining it to be my stiff member instead.


“Of course it’s torture. Your tongue so light, then your lips, then back to your tongue. My cock is aching and pulsating in agony. My hips push up as I try to get more of your attention. But each time I raise myself up you pull back the same amount, keeping the same slow, light, teasing pressure on my sex.”


“Gah……you’re making me so wet here!” you exclaim suddenly. “I can see it so clearly in my mind and I want it so bad babe.” you partly whisper and partly moan through the phone. You fingers that were dancing across your lips have now walked their way down your body and are drawing circles in the faint wisps of hair between your legs. You bite your lip and push a single finger into your pussy and gasp at your surprising sensitivity and delicious wetness. “Fuck me.” you mutter under your breath, knowing full well the story has only begun.


“It makes me smile to know how uncomfortably turned on you are hun. I can almost taste you through the phone….”


“Ugghhhh…..shut up. You’re killing me here. Now tell me what happens next in your dream. I need to know!!” the last word drawn out like a child whining for ice cream after already being denied twice before.


I laugh into the phone. If you only knew the state I was in myself maybe you would take small comfort in my anxious pain as well. But for now, I’ll continue. “Well it is my own dream so I didn’t let that teasing go on forever.”


“You must like it though if you dream about it.”


“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I retort sardonically, but your astute observation is definitely correct. “Anyways,” I attempt to continue once more, “the teasing….”


“Right….I have to stop teasing by now right?” you interrupt again. Your finger lazily pushing in and out of your very wet pussy as you speak.


“…the teasing stops abruptly when you lower your mouth and take me in as deep as you can let me.” I finish. “Of course I moan, my god it felt amazing. Your warm, wet, loving mouth, running down my shaft, engulfing the sensitive head of my cock as your tongue twirled expertly around me within your mouth.”


Your response this time only comes in the form of a drawn out guttural grunt. While you’re listening to me you’ve pushed a second digit into your pussy and bit your lip with the intensity of pleasure that pulsed through your body. “Fu-u-u-u-uck” you whisper, not so much to me as to yourself.


“Then you take your mouth away from my cock and slowly run your hand up and down the shaft but only using your thumb and middle finger. Your touch is exquisite but it’s so light, so tender I find myself squirming even more now.”


“Fuck…I’m squirming right now as you speak.” you admit in a moan. “I’m having trouble holding onto the phone!”


I smile and continue the story, realizing that I have your complete attention now. The kettle could be squealing, the neighbor’s dog barking, fire trucks could be arriving to put out a fire on the second floor of your house, and yet you would not notice any of that. Your focus instead is all on me. You devour each word from my lips. Each thought that I share you take into your body like a drug addict with a fresh needle. This is always the fun part. “As you tease my shaft you bend your head further down and run your tongue up my balls, licking one side then the other. Kissing, licking, and gently sucking on them which feels absolutely amazing.”


“Mmmmm….that sounds like fun. I’d love to make you squirm as much as you’re making me squirm. If you had any idea how turned on I was right now…..”


“….I’d be over there in a heartbeat to make good on all the fantasy I’ve been feeding you…”


“..Oh fuck don’t say that!” you exclaim, excited but firm, “Don’t you dare say that! I want you so bad right now it’s not even fair to tease me like that!” Your desperation is evident in your tone so I leave the matter for now.


In truth, even if I wanted to be in your home in a heartbeat, I couldn’t. With nearly 3000 miles between us, there would be no such thing as “over in a heartbeat” unless it was to describe how quickly you’d cum if I let you. “I know, I know.” I respond as I sigh. “Still….it’s a nice thought isn’t it?”


“Fuck ya….god…you have no idea how much I want that right now….” you breathlessly reply. “Tell me though, what happens next?”


“Right, the dream.” I respond.


“Yes! Tell me what happens next!?” you demand, anxious for the next morsel.


“Well you’re rubbing my shaft, and licking and sucking at my balls.”


“Yessssss.” you hiss, clenching your teeth and curling your fingers up inside of your pussy before retracting them again.


“Then you stop, abruptly.”


“What?!” you unconsciously shout into the phone mad at the dream version of yourself.


“Yes, you stop. You release my shaft and pull your head away, dragging a finger up and over my cock head one last time.”


“Gah….fuck. I hate that dream me is teasing real me! This isn’t fair!” you laugh, giggling away the frustrations.


“Then you stand up straight and stare at me before slowly turning around….”


“Oh the ass again….you and my ass…”


“Do you want me to continue the story or not?” I tease maliciously.


“Sorry sorry sorry!” comes the response, thick with desperation. “Please continue good sir. Do not let the weeping puddle of a desperately horny woman dissuade you from your storytelling.”


“Oooh, nicely put.”


“Shut up!” you retort venomously, “Just tell me what happens after I stand.” Unconsciously you have linked the moments of your fingers to the movements of your dream self. Each tease in the story teases you. Each moment of slow torture, tortures you. I’ve got you hanging off every word. “What happens next!”


“Well you turn around and yes, you present your ass to me. But before I can get a chance to appreciate it’s deliciousness, you’ve backed yourself up towards me. The soft skin of your shapely ass rubbing up against my hard, hot, blood filled cock.”


“Mmmmm…..that sounds fun.” you mumble, fingers moving once more to the beat of my dream.


“It feels amazing.” I reply, “The softness of you contrasting with the hardness of me, my cock bouncing and rubbing side to side as you snake your ass from side to side like a sultry private dancer.”


“Mmmm….then…..uhhh…then what?” you query, your fingers curling up inside of you again. Teasing each special spot within your pussy that you instinctively know how to reach at a moment’s notice.


“You slowly remove your thong, then turn back to face me.”


“Oh?” you blurt, “Is what I think going to happen….going to happen?”


I ignore the question and keep going despite the interruption, “You lean over and brace yourself against my chest, placing both hands on my body while staring into my eyes. As you do you swing one leg over my leg….”


“Oooh fuck…..and then the other over the other?……so I’m straddling you now?” you excitedly interject.


“Yes hun, you’ve straddled my legs. Then you shift yourself so that you’re inches away from me. My cock twitching and throbbing rests just outside of your wet, hot, excited pussy.”


“Mmmmmm…I think I know what happens next….”


“You reach down and grip me with one hand and place me at the entrance to your slickened sex before lowering yourself slowly onto my cock.”


“Yesssssss….finally.” you moan, your fingers now moving in and out of your body even quicker than before. Stopping only to pull out and rub gentle circles on your clit before being plunged back in.


“It feels so god damn good to finally have that relief.” I continue, smiling as I hear you stifling several moans on the other side of the phone. “Your pussy clinging to my cock as you move. It grips me and pulls on me as you slide up and then plunge back down again. I’m still tied up though and I’m at your mercy. I wish so much to be able to grip your hips and thrust up into you from my chair. I want to pull you close to me and nibble on your ear, whisper how amazing you look, how good you’re making me feel. I want to lower my mouth to your breasts and snare a nipple between my lips, licking and sucking on it as you bounce on my cock. I want it so bad, but you’re in control.”


“Fu-u-u-uck.” you moan. Even though I can’t see you I can hear in your voice the desperation, the anxious desire to cum. You want what I want. You crave what I can provide. You wish your fingers were my fingers, my cock, my tongue, my lips. You want it so badly. Your legs swinging closed and open again wishing there was a man’s body between them. My body. “Damn it man you’re turning me on so much.” you mutter between short excited gasps.


“Well it’s a dream so even though I was tied up, I’m suddenly untied.”




“Yes, and perhaps more amusingly, now it’s you tied up to the chair instead.”


“What?? Noooooo” you complain. “That’s no fair!” you hand stops playing with yourself briefly as you try to picture the new scene in your mind.


“Oh I don’t think you’ll mind.” I chuckle. “Your wrists are bound to the arms of the chair, and your legs are tied to the seat. There’s a piece of fabric that runs over your calves and around the underside of the chair….”


“Wait so I’m….I’m facing…” the realization of what I’m describing slowly dawning on you.


“Yes…your ass is facing me, and you’re facing the back of the chair. So you’re strapped down to it, but you’re nicely accessible.” I laugh.


“Damn it…you’re killing me.” you giggle, thinking about how it would feel to be tied down. You haven’t ever had that experience, but you always love the way I describe it.


“Yes, well that’s not the best part.”




“It’s a chair with wheels you see.” I say, pausing for a moment for you to contemplate the implications. “So I can wheel you where I want, spin you where I want, with ease.”


“I see.” you reply, cautiously optimistic that I’m not going to torture you too badly. You’re already aching to cum right now and if I prolong it any longer you feel like you could possibly lose your mind.


“So with you strapped down it’s my turn…”


“Fuck” you mutter under your breath, anticipating more teasing.


“…I’m sorry do you not want me to continue?” I threaten, while smiling on my end of the phone.


“No no nooooo….I’m just….I’m….well…frustrated.”


“You’re frustrated?” I ask, pretending to be ignorant of the plight of put you in.


“Yessssssss” you hiss, “I’m so turned on right now it’s killing me! I swear you know exactly what to say and exactly what to do to make this utter agony.”


“So you want me to stop.”


“NO! Don’t stop! I …I just…..god damn it I WANT TO CUM!” you yell at the phone again, holding it once more away from you while angrily demanding satisfaction.


“So I should continue…”




“Then try not to interrupt.” I chuckle.


“Fuck you…just…tell me what happens next.” you laugh. Then once more bite your lip in anticipation of what my devious mind has designed for you next.


“Right so you’re strapped to the chair now, and I spin you around and kiss you. I look into your eyes and ask if you want my cock inside you.”


“God damn it…of course I do!” you answer for the dream version of you.


“Funny enough you answered something to that effect in the dream too.” I laugh. “So I spin you back around so your ass faces me, but before I aim my cock and stab it into you, I lower my mouth to your exposed ass and run my tongue up over your clit, up the moist slit of your dripping pussy, to your tender asshole before bringing my hand down on your ass with a loud slap.”


“You spanked me!?” you ask incredulously.


“You’re damn right I did.”


“Mmmmmm….I’d like that.” you moan, then giggle at your revelation.


“So after I spank your cute ass I grip it, aim my cock, and plunge it into you as deep as I can, without allowing you any opportunity to be ready for it.”


“F-f-f–f-u-u-uck” you moan, plunging your fingers into your pussy as you picture my thick phallus inside of you instead.


I know I’ve got to finish soon or you’ll preemptively gush before the story is ready for it. “I grip onto your hips and pull you back into me as I thrust deeply into your delicious pussy.”


“Mmmmm” you mutter, no longer able to reply with any coherent thought.


“I run my hand up your back, then drag my nails down before spanking you once more as I thrust into you over and over again. The room is echoing the sound of my hips slapping into your ass and I can hear you moan with each driving thrust.” On cue I hear you moan through the phone followed by another gasp. Your fingers are working their magic down below and with the phone wedged between your ear and shoulder your free hand has run up your stomach to your breasts where you’ve twisted and pulled at one nipple, then the other. “I can feel you’re losing control. I can feel your pussy twitching and gripping me as I thrust.”


“Fuck it feels so good.” you mumble, “I want that hot dick so bad.”


“…and you have it.” I continue. “But I abruptly stop and pull out of your spasming sex before you can cum to quickly…”


“Mother fucker!!”


“I spin you around again and position my pulsating sex in front of your face and immediately you take me into your mouth. As you lick and suck on me I reward you with another loud spank.”




“I pull from your mouth and spin you around again, driving my thickness into you until you can feel my balls slap against your aching clit.” I can hear you moan again on the other end of the phone and deeply wish I could see you right now. To be able to see you losing control of your body, feeling delicious waves of pleasure pulsing through you, buzzing, electrifying your skin. Causing you to gasp and moan erratically. “I continue to fuck you, hard, fast, angrily, like a wild animal.”


“F-u-u-u-ck” you moan again, louder this time. “I want to cum so bad right now, but I want to hear the rest of the story.”


“…your eyes are clenched shut. Your jaw open and you breathe in big gulps of air as you enjoy every inch of me. Every touch tantalizes you. I run my tongue up the center of your back and you shiver and moan in response.” I smile knowing what comes next. “What you haven’t noticed though, with your eyes clenched shut, is that with each thrust I’ve shuffled the chair closer and closer to the front window.”


“Wait…what??” you splutter, pulled out of your near orgasmic trance.


“…I pull the curtains open and we look out onto the darkened street. It’s lit only by a scant few street lights. Your mouth is open and your face twisted in pleasure. In the window you can make out the silhouette of our reflection. Seeing us together is too much to handle you start to lose yourself in the moment. As you do you can see a couple walking their dog on the other side of the street. A car is coming the opposite direction. You feel my cock driving into you. The couple looks at the car pass. They’re looking right at us. The man doesn’t notice, but the woman does. Her mouth opens wide, your mouth opens wide. You gasp as she gasps. She taps her partner enthusiastically trying to get him to look where she’s looking. It’s too much…you can’t handle it. You can’t move. You shudder, you squeal, and gasp as you cum viciously and violently. Shaking your head from side to side creating a fan of hair whipping in front of the window. The man is watching you, the woman is watching you, I’m watching you and you can’t stop cumming. It’s too much for me now, the sight is just too beautiful. With a quick jolt I pull out of your spasming pussy, spin you one last time towards me and with a hot, thick jet of cum, spill my excitement over your lips in full view of the excited strangers on the street. Another pulse blasts through my body and another rope of cum jettisons itself onto your waiting tongue.”


“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal right on time. Your fingers spastically play with you as the moment takes you over. Your surroundings melt away and you find yourself in the scene I described for you. As you gasp and spasm you can almost taste my cum on your tongue, its salty sweetness a delight. You feel so alive, so incredibly beautiful in my eyes. You moan loudly as you slowly begin to regain control of your body.


I keep going with my story, “Your eyes fly open and you lick your lips as you begin to laugh with the relief of this release. We both turn to look out the window to see the couple giving us a thumbs up before walking around the corner and down the street.” I finish, “At which point, I woke up.”


“Damn it man….I LOVE the way you think.” you laugh into the phone, looking down at yourself and noticing the wet spot on the couch you have left. You roll your eyes at yourself and stand up, picking up the cushion and flipping it over. “I just wish I could have that in reality sometime.”


“I know……sometime….”


There’s a brief pause as we both think about the implications of such a moment.


The silence is suddenly broken….as there is a light, playful knock


….at your door


….you drop the phone….

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