As many of my readers know, I have published several stories on this website with myself as the main character that are loosely based on my own experiences. In December 2019, an anonymous fan asked me in an email if he could send me a story he had written about his fantasy of a sexual encounter with me, told from his own perspective. I was very surprised by this request, since no one had ever sent me a story they had written about
me
before. I gave him permission and he sent his story to me.
At first, I was critical of the story, because I felt the scenario was cliché and his portrayal of my own actions was wildly out of character. Over the course of the past year and half, though, I have returned to his story and, I must admit, gotten off to it a few times. I found that the fact that a complete stranger had evidently fantasized about fucking me so much that he took the time to write a story about it and send it to me really turned me on.
The following story is not
the story that my fan sent me; it is a story I myself have written from my own perspective that is loosely inspired by his story. It is based on the same kind of scenario my fan wrote about, but it uses my own language, my own characterization, and my own storytelling. I have endeavored to make my own characterization more accurate, the scenario more believable, and the sex more graphic. I have published the story here for all my other fans to enjoy.
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I was tossing and turning all night, naked except for my underwear, lying alone on my bed with the covers thrown onto the floor, drenched in sweat, unable to sleep.
It was the middle of a July heatwave and the air conditioner in my apartment had conveniently gone out at 10:25 p.m. the evening before. I'd called the repair office, but they told me that they wouldn't be able to send anyone until the next morning. Thus, my apartment was absolutely boiling at the seething temperature of nearly 103 degrees Fahrenheit.
To tell the truth, though, the heat was not the only reason why I couldn't sleep; I was also deeply sexually deprived. My boyfriend, who normally helped to satisfy my intense sexual longings, was on a five-week business trip in another city on the other side of the country. He had been gone for three weeks and was going to be gone for two more. I was twenty-four years old, having just finished my master's degree, and had found a job teaching a summer history class at the local high school, so I had to stay in town.
I've always had an abnormally strong sex drive. My boyfriend knew this and he told me that it was ok if I wanted to have sex with other people while he was away. I'm bisexual and, while he was gone, I hooked up a few times with a fellow teacher at the school I worked at who was a single lesbian only a few years older than me, but she was often busy and she lived on the other side of town, so she couldn't be there to satisfy my urges except maybe once or twice a week, which wasn't nearly often enough.
I was masturbating myself to multiple orgasms two or three times every day. The things I could do to myself were exquisite, but they weren't enough to satisfy me. I kept finding myself desperately longing for more.
Eventually, after hours of tossing and turning in the burning heat, I saw that sunlight was pouring in through my window. It was morning and I hadn't gotten any sleep. I decided that I needed to shower to get the sweat off before the repair man arrived, so I pulled myself out of bed, went to the bathroom, stripped out of my underwear, and turned the shower on cool.
I stepped into the water. Normally I like my showers warm or even hot, but, on this particular occasion, because everything else in my apartment was boiling, the cool water was pleasant and soothing. I stayed in the shower for a long time, letting the water flow over my skin. I put soap onto a washcloth and began to wash my body. I put conditioner in my hair and let it soak before rinsing it out. When I got out of the shower, I dried my body off with a towel, dried my hair with a T-shirt, and put curler cream in my hair.
Suddenly, while I was still naked, I heard the doorbell ring. I assumed it was whoever the company had sent to repair my air conditioner. They had apparently come much earlier than I was expecting! With my hair still wet from my shower, I threw on a pair of panties and a red silk bathrobe that came down to just above my knees and rushed to the door.
I opened the door to see a tall, burly man wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He stood at about 6'1", making him nearly a foot taller than me. He had a huge frame and his arms were rippling with muscles. I guessed that he was probably in his mid-thirties. Though he did not have a beard, his face was covered in thick stubble. With one hand, he was carrying a huge bucket full of tools that I would have struggled to carry with both. To my sex-deprived eyes, he seemed to be a paragon of masculine attractiveness.
I tried not to gawk at him, although I could tell he was clearly gawking at me.
"Are you Fereniki Alexandrou?" he asked. His voice was deep and rich like chocolate velvet. As soon as my name came out of his mouth, I felt the tight feeling of arousal in my loins as my labia and my clitoris became engorged with blood. My pussy started to drip with my warm juices. A warm sensation starting my chest began to spread to my head and limbs and I could tell that my pale, porcelain skin was flushing bright pink.
"Yes," I replied after a few seconds, almost forgetting that he had asked a question. "I mean, I am Fereniki."
"I'm here to fix your AC. Would you mind showing me where it is?" he said in his gorgeous rumbly voice.
"Yes, certainly, right this way," I told him, regaining my composure. I led him down a short hallway, gently swaying my hips a bit more than I normally would as I walked ahead of him, leading him into the main room of the apartment, where the broken air conditioner was sitting in the windowsill.
"I'll take a look at this. You can stay here or go someplace else while I work," he told me.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have had any particular interest in watching someone fix an air conditioner, but this particular repair man was fucking hot and I was mad with lust, so I got my phone and settled down on my nearby couch where I could casually scroll through social media while taking occasional sneaky glances at him as he worked.
I watched him as he lifted the air conditioning unit from the windowsill all on his own with his huge, burly arms. I imagined what it would feel like if he wrapped those arms around me.
As he sat down with his back turned to me and began to work, opening up the air conditioner and seeing what was wrong inside it, I could feel my own lust growing. My cunt was aching for him, my panties were absolute soaked through, and my nipples were as hard as pebbles. The heat inside me was at least as intense as the heat in the apartment.
After about five minutes, I realized that I wasn't even looking at my phone; I was just staring at him, so I set my phone aside. Soon, I couldn't resist the need to play with myself. He had his back turned towards me, so I knew he couldn't see me. I slipped my right hand inside my bath robe and cupped my left tit in my soft palm. With my index finger, I began to play with my hardened nipple, stimulating it gently. It was so sensitive that I felt soft ripples of pleasure run through me.
I kept playing with my tit for about ten minutes or so. I was so hot that I could feel all the tiny sweat droplets emerging from pores all over my body and running down my skin. After playing with my tit for so long, my cunt was so burning hot, wet, and aching that I had to reach down and slip my hand into my panties to give it some attention. My clit needed the attention the most, so I wetted my fingers with my juices that were flowing freely from my opening and began to rub it slowly, trying to sooth it.
I was half terrified and half hoping that the repair man would turn around and see me playing with myself, but he kept working. After rubbing my clit for a little while, I moved lower and caressed my labia. Then I slipped my middle and index fingers inside my opening, thinking about how I longed to have his stiff cock buried inside it.
Suddenly, the repair man started looking like he was finishing up. I quickly tore my hand away from my crotch and tried to pretend like I hadn't been doing anything. I was soon glad that I did, because, only seconds later, he turned to look at me.
