An afternoon fantasy…
Her clear dark skin and black eyes were framed by tendrils of black hair that curled down each side of her round face — I watched her from across the room and as she went about her business imagined full round breasts under her loose sweater; as she turned, I imagined a red silk thong under her tight black dress pants.
Her clear dark skin and black eyes were framed by tendrils of black hair that curled down each side of her round face — I watched her from across the room and as she went about her business imagined full round breasts under her loose sweater; as she turned, I imagined a red silk thong under her tight black dress pants. There was a fleeting image of her dark eyes looking up at me as cum dripped from her chin onto those round breasts. A boyish fantasy to be sure; soon to be forgotten but no less erotic.
Later, the thought of fingers sliding under red silk and through black pubic hair to pink flesh broke my concentration and the soft whispers of fuck me echoed. Fingers played with an awakening clit and entered wet folds; my cock hardened as she rubbed her juices into her clit and whispered fuck me again.
As the video conference was coming to an end, she was straddling my cock and as she rubbed her clit she guided me into her cunt with her other hand – she moaned as I filled her. As the screen went dark I closed my laptop and reached to feel my hardening cock. The desire to fuck her overwhelmed me and I freed my cock to the thought of her fucking me and began stroking to her rhythm.
She was still fucking me when I came, and I kept stroking until the realization I was jerking off at work took over. I quickly wiped my hand on my underwear and did up my pants to cover the mess. The woman with the black tendrils had made me cum hard and I looked around expecting judgemental eyes but there were none.
As I closed my eyes in relief, I saw her beautiful face contort as she came quietly and when she was finished, she composed herself and looked at me with a wry smile.
“Thanks handsome — this is what you get for staring”
As much a matter of fantasy as fact…
Although you are by no means inhibited, your amorous adventures are as much a matter of fantasy as fact.
You claim to be a realist or even a cynic, but you are more emotional, romantic, and truthful. Although you are by no means inhibited, your amorous adventures are as much a matter of fantasy as fact.
She laughs as she reads the results of the quiz I’d just taken; more from the look on my face than the answer itself. Leaving no room for discussion, she asks me to share a fantasy —
“You would be relaxing and engrossed in one of your trashy erotic novels when I interrupt and ask if I could paint your nails red, and then with our favourite lube, have you slowly and agonizingly caress my cock until I cum. I want to beg for you to release me and watch my cum spill over your freshly painted red nails — I don’t want to be released from my ecstasy and agony until you are satisfied I have given you all my cum.”
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