i thought about you last night
tossing and turning, i could not sleep. so i imagined you.
i imagined you coming home from europe, and asking to see me one on one at your apartment, under the guise of listening to the cds i burned for you, together.
(what i don't know is that you talked to my partner before arranging this, to get the all clear. in this fantasy you get it.)
i show up to your apartment on a friday night, dusted with snow. you let me inside and i welcome the reprieve from the bitter winter cold. you take my coat, my favourite album already playing. you give me a long, unusually tight hug and kiss the top of my damp-from-snow hair. you're wearing a crocheted vest, skin peeking through. you're warm. you tell me what you think about the album. you ask me what it means to me. you ask me to dance and i thrash around to my favourite songs. the album ends and i collapse on the floor, grinning from ear to ear as you switch the disc.
you ask to see my new chest. i take off my shirt for you and you admire the new, smooth, flatness. you ask if you can touch me and my heart ripples with butterflies. i say yes, unsure, but it feels so good when you lay your warm hands over my torso. you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me in and before i know what's happening you're kissing me and i can't help but kiss you back and it feels like finally but also what the fuck is going on and i pull away. and you explain.
you explain that you talked to my partner, and you settled on an agreement. and then you say the words i've been dying to hear. "i want to fuck you so bad."
i feel a sense of urgency, but the next kiss you pull me into is so slow and deep and i remember we have so much time. i help you unbutton your vest and without even considering shame i plant kisses all over your bare skin. we drop to our underwear and slow dance around the apartment, all softness in the dim light. i feel you get hard against me; i press into you harder.
you pick me up and carry me, with some awkwardness and laughter, up to what you've called your "princess bed." you try to lay me back but i'm grabbing you and rolling you underneath me and you laugh again up into my face. i'm kissing you all over, feeling your hard on straining under me. i kiss my way down your body, and you sigh with ecstasy as i press my mouth to the fabric covering your dick. suddenly in a rush, you tear your underwear off, whispering, "please, please," and i devour your cock in my mouth. you moan and squirm in pleasure, and my name sounds delicious on your lips. you cum quickly, in my mouth. i savour the unique taste. you try to apologize but i stop you. "that's exactly what i wanted."
it's your turn to pin me down. i'm soaking wet and my dick is desperate for attention. which you attend to immediately. i'm writhing beneath you but not quite getting to the edge. you've gotten hard again and i ask you how you want me.
you take me each and every way, my moans of pleasure reverberating off your apartment's brick walls. we cum at the same time; me on top of you, you inside of me.
i fall asleep, sweaty and sticky, with you curled around me. i wake up feeling the most rested i've ever felt, until you take me again and again.
kianamaiart
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