Author's Note:
A woman recently commented on my writing with the feedback that she enjoyed the window I provided into a man's most intimate thoughts. This prompted the idea for this story. It's a narrative of my erotic thoughts while pleasuring myself. It's almost entirely internal dialogue. I'm not sure whether there's an audience for this, but it was an interesting idea for me to explore.
I'd like to dedicate this to Meagan. Thank you for your encouragement.
This is a much shorter read than my other stories. I hope to eventually get back to writing longer and better pieces.
As always, I appreciate your comments and feedback. Thank you for reading.
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I rest comfortably on my back with my head propped slightly by the pillow. The sheets are clean and crisp. They feel slightly cool against my naked skin. I glance down at myself, enjoying the feel of my freshly groomed body. My erection is visibly growing as I think of her.
Men don't need elaborate scenarios. We don't need months or years of pining. We don't need clever plot twists or deep emotional revelations. Of course I harbor many of those fantasies, but today I'm more pragmatic. I want to imagine her more realistically. I don't need to create a dramatic context to desire her.
I visualize her as I want her. She's standing next to my bed, just returned from her workout, sweaty and smiling, her dark hair in a high ponytail. Sometimes she goes to an exercise class she calls "boot camp". Other times she takes long walks with her girlfriends. I prefer to exercise in solitude, but she's much more social with her workouts. Maybe the conversation she had with her friends today wandered to their individual sexual exploits. I get the impression that women often talk about their love lives in ways men don't. I wonder what her friends told her and what she told them in return. Does she ever mention me? Then I absentmindedly wonder whether she ever fantasizes about her female friends after hearing about their sex lives.
I imagine her with her legs spread wide and her friend's pretty face buried in her pussy. I know how hot she tastes and how wet she gets. I imagine her looking back at me, watching me stroke my hard cock as she cums on another woman's tongue for the first time. This thought is alluring, but I bank this fantasy for another day. I don't want others involved today.
My thoughts turn back to my original idea of her standing next to my bed. She looks down at me now. She knows I've been thinking about her and getting hard. She also knows I don't want her to shower. I don't want her clean and sanitized. I want to experience her in this state, saturated in her natural scent. And what's the point of showering if we're just going to get messy again? We can shower together afterward.
I imagine her lithely sliding her running shorts down over her shapely hips. She's self conscious about her hips, but they're breathtaking to me. They're a woman's hips. Wide and sturdy, they make it impossible to mistake her femininity. My eyes wander to the crest of her hip bone, where her hips taper to her narrow waist.
As her shorts and panties drop to her feet my eyes are drawn to her exquisite pussy. She doesn't always have time to keep it meticulously trimmed, but she knows I don't care. I love it because it's hers, no matter how much time she's had to spend grooming herself. Its one of her most responsive mechanisms for pleasure, and I love how often it's wet and ready to be worshipped. She has a short mat of dark pubic hair softly blanketing her swollen mound, and as she straightens and steps closer to my face I can smell her arousal. She already looks wet and needy.
She doesn't ask me what I want. She doesn't care. She knows I'll do what she wants. Without bothering to remove her t-shirt or sports bra, she simply reaches for the headboard and lifts her leg over my head as she climbs onto the bed and straddles my face like I owe her pleasure. She looks down into my eyes before rocking her pelvis forward, bringing her puffy wet mound toward my mouth. "Mmm, I know you want this. I want you to eat my fucking pussy, baby," she moans in a demanding tone.
I feel the cooling sweat from her thighs on either side of my face as she lowers her humid crotch down onto my waiting tongue. I groan as I taste her. "Fuck," she whimpers quietly as my tongue finds her swollen clit. She tastes so fucking hot. My cock twitches involuntarily as I groan again and drag my tongue slowly through her silky crease and back up to her hot little clit.
I imagine she was planning this. Talking to her friends about sex sparked this thought. She made herself wet thinking about it long before she arrived. She premeditated this; coming over and making me eat her hot little pussy to climax. She knew she wanted my mouth and didn't care what I wanted. Somehow this is so hot for me. I love how she takes pleasure from me. She's never timid or ashamed. She expects pleasure. She demands it. It's my job to eat her pussy and make her cum.
Breaking free of my fantasy briefly, I take a moment to watch myself. My cock is rigid and throbbing in my hand. Its head is swollen and glistening with precum. I use my thumb to rub it around, coating my wide cock head with my own fluids. I imagine it entering her tight wet pussy, spreading and stretching her around my thickness. I imagine her lowering her head and taking my hard cock into her sexy mouth. I hesitantly bring my own thumb to my mouth and taste myself. I want to know how I'd taste to her. I want her to suck me and fuck me until she's dripping with her own juices and my cum. I want her to do it because she loves it, not simply to placate me. I don't want to degrade her or receive anything solely for my benefit. I want her to want to make me cum. I want her to enjoy my pleasure as much as I enjoy hers.
I place my feet flat on the bed and raise my hips slightly, rotating my pelvis until my rigid cock is pointed toward my chest. I stroke myself slowly, savoring the hot girth of my shaft in my eager hand. I reach down and cradle my heavy swollen balls. I want her to worship my cock. I want her to see how hot I am for her.
In my mind she's riding my face slowly. She's not being gentle. She's grinding her dripping pussy on my tongue and face. She doesn't care if she makes a mess of me. She's pungent and horny. I groan ardently as I stroke my straining cock and eat her ripe pussy.
She moans loudly and I know she's going to cum. I'm almost disappointed she's reached climax so quickly. Her hips grind faster. "Oooh, yeah, baby. Eat my pussy. Eat my hot fucking pussy until I cum all over your fucking face."
She says the filthiest things in my fantasies. She'd never say these things in reality, but these are my fantasies and I get to hear what I want.
She inhales sharply and squeals as she cums on my mouth. I feel her tiny swollen clit throbbing against my flattened tongue and moan. She so fucking wet that her juicy pussy is dripping all over my face.
She doesn't stop after one orgasm. She greedily keeps fucking my face with her hungry pussy until she cums two more times, leaving her breathless and whimpering and me covered in her juices.
