Tara Tainton

So, guess what I'm doing right now? Lamenting, fantasizing, almost even pining a bit. So much so that I had to write about it. Just to put the thought "out there" in the great wide expanse of cyber space as if that allows me to actually experience my fantasy in reality some day... or make this one little wish come true.

You see, there's this bum... I mean boy! ...in my living room right now. Yes, right this second! Oh, he's not here for me, unfortunately. He's here to hang out with my roommate and their friends. He first appeared in my dreams months ago when I first set eyes upon him. Still, I didn't think of him as a "man" then. Know what I mean? He wasn't fuckable... not until the last month or so when those masculine traits and aspects of his body became noticeable... practically standing at attention and demanding I pay sincere attention.

First... it was his thighs (refer to "I'm a Naughty, Naughty Girl")... great, thick manly thighs squeezed into a tight pair of jeans. They caught my eye as they relaxed, pressed against my own leather stool in my living room. I just wanted to sit on them... and move around a bit... if you know what I mean...

Months passed and then... well, he got a tattoo. His first tattoo. This new male acquaintance in my life suddenly placed himself in an entirely new category... one of my favorite categories. What's worse, I managed to brave asking him to show me the new ink and stood back, amazed, as he didn't hesitate to remove his t-shirt, bare his naked chest, and reveal the artwork on his shoulder blade. Fine enough, but I found myself distracted by his bicep. My god!! Where had those things been hiding? How in the hell did I not notice them before? Tight, hard, round little balls of fit muscle all bundled right there. That changed everything.

I noticed the biceps every time I was in his present afterwards. Just had to look. I waited for them to flex... for him to just lift up an arm to run his fingers through his hair or stretch out a shoulder, anything to cause that bicep muscle to bulge. I noticed how tight his biceps are squeezed into the sleeves of his t-shirts, every t-shirt he wears. I even pointed them out to a female acquaintance of ours to be sure that she'd have the opportunity to enjoy them as well. Heck, everyone should! Hell, I'm looking at them right now!

Then, it was his chest. Those damn stretches as the hours pass and his seemingly fit body needs to move around a bit more. Yes, great masculine bulges of pecs right there on his chest as well. Ahhhhhh.....

Sometime around then, I started to get to know him a bit more. Refreshing depth within that mind of his, behind those simple glasses and wealth of knowledge. Oh, did I mention he's a total nerd? Oh, yes. Just like me! A few emails were swapped, and he was saying everything right. I began to recognized him as someone I'd love to spend time with, play in the outdoors with, get to know better, swap philosophies with, and even discuss the oddities of our singlehood and dating lives with. Yeah, we could have some fun.

Worse still, we were at a party, a pajama party, where he arrived in nothing but boxers, a t-shirt, and a robe. Needless to say, my eyes were glued to his legs... toned legs with the perfect amount of soft hair... and his thighs. Yep, they were just as I imagined they were when I only had the opportunity to check them out in jeans. Thick, manly thighs... thighs I caught him subconsciously running his fingers over himself as he tuned into the group conversation. Again, I had to point out the opportunity to a female friend, and we both enjoyed the view for as long as it lasted... With him nearly naked and the sight of more of his skin then I'd ever been privileged with seeing before, I was fucking sold. Yep. Totally ready to admit that I wanted to actually, physically explore that entire body myself. My god, I really, really wanted to know what was beneath those boxers...

I could call it a crush, but it was so much more. I began to really like him. And my god, the sexual fantasies! I learned just enough about him to determine he must be an amazing kisser, he must be a real explorer in bed just as I am, he must have intense passion... hiding within that innocent t-shirt and jeans and that little boyish haircut. At first, I only wanted to use him from afar, just enjoy my perfect imaginings. (Refer to "Delicious Fantasy".) Yet, I grew to discover he might actually be capable of being that delectable in real life... if I could just break that barrier between "acquaintances" and "friends"...

Alas, it's evident that either he's not at all attracted to me or he can't pick up a single offered clue that I want to jump his bones. More than that, I want to get to know his mind. There's a lot there. Yeah, he could keep me occupied for quite a while. That's a lot of bicep-squeezing, thigh-humping, lap-sitting, riding, kissing, making out on desolate hiking trails, getting tipsy on wine, and exploring the town together amidst one another's bodies. Oh, but forget all that. In the last two weeks, I've extended the offer and invite to spend never-before-experienced time alone together... oh... 3-4 times. Not one offer was excepted. Okay, not a result I'm used to. I'm over it.

But goddamn that ass! I just noticed it... it's smaller than it once was; I'm sure of it. It's perfect now. Goddamn perfect. Perfectly round, perfectly sized, perfectly shaped. In fact, I can imagine exactly what it looks like beneath those jeans. Exactly! I'm looking at it right now... why can't I gaze upon it naked? I'd get naked too... to make it fair... Why can't I touch it? Why in the hell do I have to be denied a fucking thing? Especially when it comes to the exploration of a young man's body? Seriously....... oh, god. There it is again. Yep, perfect size. I'd take a picture of it to share with you... if only I knew how to turn the sound off when using the camera function on my phone...

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??  - Be Bold   | 2009-07-23 07:05 It sounds like you like this fella quite a bit. And, I'm willing to bet he's the kind of guy worth liking. I mean, I know you wouldn't like anyone who wasn't an extremely fascinating, very worthwhile person. If you want this dude, if his charmingly crooked smile and oddly hip old man socks won't stay out of your head, then get the bastard alone and pounce like the sexy cougar you are. I mean, honestly, no man pinned against a wall by those incredible breasts is going to stand a chance. The hours of "getting to know" will come later, in due time, after you break the surface tension. I know it'd be nice if he made a move first, but he's a nerd, it's hard for us. Also, he's friends with your roommate. Perhaps he's pining after you, but is afraid steps in that direction could cause terrible weirdness (it can, you know). But, if you make the first move, he won't be able to resist. I mean, I wouldn't.

Tara, your Highly Aroused WebMistress | 2009-07-23 09:58 Very sound advice, my anonymous friend. :) Indeed... I think you're correct on all accounts. And yet, pouncing without an ounce of definite confirmation isn't quite my style. Wait... no, I've done that before and it's always paid off! ;) I'll think about it, but I think I've already moved on. I don't wait around for someone to realize how goddamn awesome I am. I'm sure you'd do the same yourself. Besides, if it isn't obvious to the bloke, if he's not dying to get in my own pants, well, it wouldn't be that much fun if we experienced each other anyway. Se la vie.

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