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I caught myself fantasizing about someone today... someone new. He just popped right into my head, completely spontaneously and without so much as an invite or advance notice, and surprised me as I was warming up for a hot orgasm by my own hand. I feel so bashful. Like I shouldn't be thinking of him that way. Not when we hardly know each other. Not when he's so new.
He appeared in my mind just as he was dressed when I saw him last. Complete with the same spark in his intelligent eyes and a bit of a hesitant grin. Just as if we were in conversation together again and I had managed to say something that brought a smile to his lips.
But we have no relationship to speak of. I just met him! And he's my new roommate's friend... not my purposely made acquaintance. What do I do with him? ...when he steals an appearance in my private fantasy??
I was surprised to see him there, especially as he's not "my type." He's not a "bad boy"... that I know of. I haven't happened to notice any tattoos or piercings. He doesn't have spikey hair. He's not arrogant. He doesn't tend bar. And I don't work with him (oh, the stories I could share of my past!!). He hasn't even come onto me. ...which I'm finding so extremely refreshing. Maybe my own mind was playing tricks on me.
I actually had to put some thought into his image's presence... thought into how he should make me come. He was there, after all, to add to the moment and lure me all the faster to climax. I looked closer at him, as my eyelids were tightly shut, and scanned his body head-to-toe.
Mmmm... the soft-seeming hair I like. And the depth that must be behind those eyes. And the ability to smile so often and easily... and genuinely. I could hardly accurately imagine what may be beneath his clothes, but my x-ray eyes traveled down to his thighs and remained right there, framing a shot that honed in on that very masculine quality: nice, thick, strong thighs. I could make myself come just by sitting on those thighs.
But I didn't. Not this time. Instead, my new acquaintance remained totally silent and dropped to kneel between my legs. He may have grinned again and paused before introducing his mouth to my pussy. He was determined, well skilled, quite practiced, and I came in no time at all. Then, I came again.
I feel so naughty! I feel like I have a secret that shouldn't be withheld from him. Like I've stepped over some boundary of our non-existent relationship that I should've asked permission to cross. Yet, here I am. And there, he was. And he could be reading my blog...
This isn't like me. Fantasizing without so much as a spark of shared acknowledgment or interest to go on? This is crazy.
But it felt good. And if I see him again, I'll know something - for certain - that he doesn't know.
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