all i get is images.
i can’t get more because i haven’t seem more, but my extremely aroused imagination has.
my imagination has filled in all sorts of details and god help me if that’s nicer than reality turns out to be.
my favourite image, and the one i return to again and again, is mostly grounded in reality; you’ve almost always been sitting when i’ve seen you. i don’t know what you look like wearing less than jeans and a long sleeve shirt and my little brain is busy like a bee filling in the blanks.
and i keep getting the same flash.
you’re naked and you’re sitting in a chair and i’ve walked into the room and you’ve just seen me. your face opens up in a smile and your eyes light up but i don’t see that. all i see is the muscles of your thighs and shoulders flexing and releasing as you react to my presence.
all i see is your skin pale and shining in the dim lighting and the little pot belly we pretend you don’t have that i secretly think is sexy reaching toward me but more than that i see your penis. thick and a little short like your fingers and stirring between your thighs as i walk toward you.
it rises straight and true like a small, round tower and blocks the crisp and curling hairs that surround the root of you and i feel my own body stir in response.
who am i kidding, i’ve been stirring since long before i got here.
i watch you grow, thick and straight and twitching as i approach and i smile, wickedly, and reach up to unbutton my simple white shirt. i don’t even own such a shirt and yet the striptease i perform for your naked self while wearing it is indelibly printed on the front of my brain.
or maybe the back of my eyelids.
the striptease doesn’t take long since i’m feeling impatient and i can see a glimpse of shining fluid at the tip of your now pretty damn erect rod and i WANT it.
nonetheless i force myself to take at least a little time as i slowly and tantalizingly slip off my shirt to reveal the lacy bra beneath. irrelevant to my imagination is the fact that i don’t own this bra EITHER.
i let the shirt slide to my forearms as i reach for the button of my skin tight jeans. these i actually own. i suppose i’ll have to shop if i want to make this flash come true. anyway i reach for the fasteners of my jeans and slowly unbutton and unzip before i peel them from my body.
i lean over you, breasts heavy in the thin lace as i breathe and blow along your ear and jaw and neck before i straddle you and sit down.
i sit down and i rub the silk of my panties (which i never wear… how weird our imaginations are) against your thick, hot, hard penis and i feel it stroke my clitoris through the thin fabric.
i am shuddering with arousal now and can no longer wait so i stand again; briefly, SO briefly, and rip the sopping silk from my body before i straddle you again.
you gasp at my impatience as i climb on your shaft and slide around you just a little. just enough for my sopping wet pussy to lubricate you before i find the tip at my entrance and sit on your lap.
i laugh at the look on your face as i begin to undulate my body along yours and you laugh too before you growl and reach for my face. your mouth captures mine and your hands clench on my buttocks before you take control of the rhythm.
i feel little spurts leave my body to coat your satin smoothness as we both gasp and shudder and drive ourselves ever higher. drive ourselves until you groan and make your own unique face and i feel you pulse and pulse again as your warm seed spurts in to my eager hole.
and then i blink, of course. i blink and the vision ends.
only to be replaced by the next one.
so HORNY dammit!
