Wet Dreaming
[AUTHORS' NOTE: The following is a collaboration between
Salvor-Hardon
and
impressive
(a/k/a "Imp"). They've
come together
to bring you a short he-said/she-said fantasy inspired by a forum avatar. Enjoy!]
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I'm not a big fan of blind dates, but this one's not really "blind." We've e-known one another for years. Even so, it's astonishing how comfortable we are in one another's physical presence. The laughter is plentiful, and the flirting is so outrageous that with any other companion, I'd be inclined to wonder if he was just joking. With him, though, I know there's desire to back it up—which is just fine with me 'cause I've got my own store of it to reciprocate.
He picked a terrific restaurant. Upscale but not pretentious. Candlelight, sultry music, and long, blood red tablecloths. The atmosphere is almost as seductive as the company. He's wicked smart with a passionate imagination that makes me want to ride him into next week. Plus, he makes me feel like there's no one else in the room. I have his complete attention—and there's nothing hotter than the undivided attention of an intelligent, witty, creative, sexy man. I squirm a bit in my chair, eager to move things along.
Dinner was amazing, and the dessert tastes so incredibly sinful that I am immediately reminded of another oral fixation. I decide to turn things up a notch. I'm not known for my patience, after all.
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So, we were at dinner, laughing and chatting, having a blast, and flirting like crazy. As the crème brûlée comes out for dessert, she takes a spoonful, looks over it, and says, "Are we just going to talk all night, or do you wanna go fuck?" She then licks the creamy treat in a very naughty, seductive fashion.
"I was thinking you'd start by blowing me under the table, just to really kick it out wild." I'm bluffing. Trying to see how far she will go. After another spoonful of brûlée, she slides under the table. Her hands are on my thighs, and I can feel her pulling the zipper down, pulling my cock out, and slowly, softly kissing its tip, swirling her tongue around the edges before sucking it in completely. Her tongue is firm against the underside, sliding back and forth as she goes up and down, one hand squeezing my balls. She's aggressive, almost hungry, and goes at it with vigor. It's no time at all before I am erupting, and she is sucking, draining it all out.
As she comes back up, licking her lips, she coos, "There. Now your next one should last a bit longer."