Sometimes I fantasize about a guy that I knew back in high school. His name was David. In this fantasy David and I are sitting on the couch, listening to Metalica, and smoking a couple of joints. Personally, for me pot is a major aphrodisiac! Weβre just holding hands and letting the pot slowly get into out systems. There is no rushing at allβwe want to postpone what we both know will happen.
Soon enough I turn towards him and wait for that first very passionate kiss. As the kissing progresses, I gently move down his neck, leaving a trail of hickies. I reach for his zipper and he reaches under my shirt, gently massaging my erect nipples and full tits.
By this time I already have his huge cock in my hand and am slowly stroking it and running the head with the tip of my thumb. After a few minutes of fondling him, I stand up above him and look down at him with my almond shaped blue eyes and then drop down to my knees. I take his cock into my mouth and begin to worship it as though it were a god, sucking and licking on the tip and deep-throating it. I softly massage his balls with my fingertips. I stop for a moment and force him to stand while I slowly strip him of his clothing having him completely nude in front of me.
I look up at him smiling and then tell him, βAsk me, David.β