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Mmmm... it's absolutely true. I feel so naughty. Like I broke a silent trust between new friends, like I actually did something wrong. All because... well, because this is the first time. The first time with him. These things have a way of surprising me. My imagination actually keeps surprising me! I just never know what... or whom... will unexpectedly appear in my sexual fantasies from one moment to the next.
Oh, what a good moment it was...
And quick. Over in a flash. A bit of a necessity for the moment and then poof! Gone again, deleted from my current thoughts, totally erased from the sexual scene which had just played out to completion in my mind.
I was in the midst of working this time. Focused on fulfilling a new fan's personal request: a hot video scene featuring my peeing in my panties and jeans. Yes, I wrote "peeing!" My hands down my pants... the whole bit. I've fantasized to help the "work" run smoothly, to provide a surge of extra fun and sexual energy in a moment, and give my physical body a boost with a hot mental scenario. I can't recall that I've ever prompted a fantasy featuring a real person and known acquaintance before though... Nope. Definitely not before just a few minutes ago.
Oh, can you see the smile on my face now? Yes, a bit devious looking, isn't it. Where do these fantasies starring my platonic friends come from? Why do they suddenly appear? What kind of sexual energy must be growing stronger and stronger as I approach my sexual prime?
I'm an explorer. That does explain it. In a recent personality test, the one devised by a phD employed to develop the member questionnaire now matching Chemistry.com and Match.com partnerships, I confirmed what I already knew: I'm an explorer. And I do want to explore... everyone. It's all in the biology, a big ol' dose of dopamine in my system. Add my elevated levels of testosterone as my next highest personality type reveals, and you've got one imaginative sex drive on your hands. My hands. Well, with my hands, actually.
The video camera was pointed at me, firmly planted on its tripod, and I was talking to you, my growing audience and more specifically, the particular fan eager to add to his collection of Tara Tainton XXX clips with a particular scene he devised himself. I'd peed in my pants. Oh, it's not my first time. Have you been following along??
Smiling, hands down pants, fingers feeling the warm moistness of my freshly released pee... it was time to make myself come, and I needed an image. The pee itself wasn't doing it for me. Think... think... think... And there it was! He appeared: tall, intent and serious eyes, not speaking a word. He didn't have to.
Our regular exchange in "real life" hints at revealing a great deal. Is there more to the teasing? Who knows. Who cares I just try to live in the moment.
He stands there before me, and his hard, pale cock is already out of his pants. Pulled out of the crotch of his jeans and resting snuggly in his right hand. He's stroking it, rubbing it, pulling it. He's taking the task very seriously. He's dead serious about this exchange between he and I, the one of voyeur and exhibitionist. A silent agreement of sorts. Oh, but he's not all business. There's that glean in his eye. He's smiling at me with his confident focus, and I'm smiling back with my own.
He's enjoying the view... watching me masturbate, hearing me moan, observing my intimate motions, and getting off as... As he, perhaps, has before while catching a glimpse of the naughtiest side of me in a video preview or a few? Confronted with the opportunity, the realization that he likes to watch me, I'm happy to oblige. I get off because he's getting off. And we watch each other as we're touching ourselves... and suddenly, being "friends" appears to be the best damn thing in the world.
He's not a boy. He's a man. I suspect that he's all the more "man" than he chooses to reveal. That is exactly what I want a glimpse of.
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Tara's Trysts 
