I'm more partial to fantasizing about girls. They're softer, they're sexy, and I bet they taste so sweet. But every now and then I get to thinking about having sex with a certain guy. Specifically, Davis, from my writing class. He's tall, has light brown hair and green eyes. His bone structure is fantastic, he kind of looks like Douglas Booth. And his voice, ohhh, it gives me shivers anytime I hear him talk. It's a nice deep, lazy voice, and I wonder a lot what he would sound like as he came.
Today, after class, I was feeling a bit hornier than usual. And as I walked back to my dorm room, I got a text from my roommate.
Liz, family emergency, driving back home right now, i should be back by Sunday.
Two whole days with an empty room and me feeling horny, it was as if someone was looking out for me.
When I got back to my room, I closed the windows and the blinds, then I locked the door. Reaching under my bed I pulled out a shoe box. Three toys are in there, all of them I saved up for and bought for myself online, all of them tried and tested for quality by me. The smallest of them was smaller than a pen, made especially for playing with my clit, the second was a hot pink vibrator, about six inches long with a vibrating tip, the last one was my dear lovely Rabbit. It was loud, but it vibrated and I could let it play with my clit as I inserted it within myself. I chose that one.
Closing my eyes I imagined Davis walking in through the door. I look surprised and try to toss the Rabbit back into the shoe box.
"What do you have there?" He asks in his deep voice. Without waiting for a reply he walks towards me, closing the door behind him. He chuckles as he sees my vibrators and I blush."About to have fun?" He asks, picking up the slender vibrator.
"I- uh-" I stumble over my words, unable to think, or say anything. He plays with the dial and turns it on.
"That's a good vibration, I imagine that it would make you come pretty quickly," he says without looking at me.
"It does." Why did I say that? Mortified I clasp my hands over my mouth, he looks at me and laughs softly.
"Yeah," he moves closer to me, "Tell me, when you come do you scream?" He moves the vibrator and places it on my breast. I take in a quick breath, holding in a moan. "Do you Lizzie?" He moves the vibrator in slow circles around my breasts, waiting for the answer but I can't speak, and suddenly I softly moan and he grins. "You know Lizzie, you're hot. I've been thinking about fucking you since I saw you on the first day of class. Your tits barely held in that tank top, your tight jeans showing off your ass. I thought about bending you over a desk and fucking you from behind, of making you come, of tasting you as you did. But I never thought about toys." He moves the vibrator lower, to my stomach, "I can see that was a mistake."
