I've told you that I love you. More often than once. More often than twice.
I tell you that I love you, every time I let you know that I'm going to be in town for the weekend. I tell you that I love you, when I pop over and we sit for hours, painting, or watching movies - sometimes talking, sometimes in complete and comfortable silence.
I tell you I love you when I offer to share a cigarette, a joint, my turkey bacon clubhouse, an activity, or time together.
I tell you that I love you when I call you my bro.
I need you to know, I will always treat you as friend and family, first and foremost.
I will never do anything you're uncomfortable with.
Because I love you.
But...
This is my fantasy, and I can admit to myself:
That I desire you more than I can keep hidden most times.
That I desperately want you to want me
That I know we both have a dangerous side under our sweeter side.
I've never respected someone so much while wanting to jump their bones and rock their world.
You respect me, too.
Can you respect me too much to call me your good girl? I hope not.
To pull my hair and choke me?
To inflict the pain that causes me pleasure?
I can't help but dream.
I've anticipated putting your cock in my mouth from the moment I met you.
I have heard your cock is worth worshipping, and I would show you what I love to do best.
I would longingly take your beautiful, big, cock into my soft, warm mouth.
Licking and sucking you.
Holding you on the brink.
Gagging from your size
Drooling down your shaft.
I want to know,
Would I be able to take you all the way?
Deep throat you?
As I fantasize, I curiously reach between my legs
I've become so wet my panties need to be changed or removed.
This is normal when I think of sucking your cock.
Which I think about
EVERY SINGLE TIME I'M WITH YOU.
Even though...
You're my bestie.
And I love you.
And I know you love me in your own way.
I believe you will never love me in the way I love you.
Somehow, I am okay with that.
But in my fantasy,
could you?
Could you spontaneously push me into the bedroom? Forcefully shove me onto the bed? Could you rip my clothes off of me so that their shredded bits would no longer be wearable?
Could you tell me what to do?
To be your good girl?
To please you?
Could you pin my arms above my head while you pushed your raging hard-on against my pussy? Could you tease and swirl my wetness around my clit? Then - could you enter me with just the tip? Tease me with an erotic gesture to make me beg for more?
You slap your erection against my clit, and both grow and harden more. You flip me over forcefully, position me on my hands and knees, and spread my legs wide open. I moan in anticipation... you behind me, that cock grinding against my ass, up and down my crack, teasing both my pussy and asshole.
You surprise me by laying under me and playing with my clit with your dancing tongue. With the perfect pace. The perfect rhythm. The perfect wetness.
It is as if you enjoy me so much, you would stay forever, eating me out as your only sustenance. It's as if you know what I feel, as you lick and suck, you hit each nerve like a perfectly timed beat.
I want you to be dirty-minded and open with me. I want to know your kinks. What makes you hot? What do you want to try? I want our intimacy to be everything you've ever dreamed of. I will give you anything your heart desires. You can do anything you want to me.
You move your tongue to circle my asshole. You push against it gently. The slight pressure feels amazing and makes me want to invite you in. But you dart in and out. Slightly. Gently. You have me begging for you to fuck my ass before you've even been inside my pussy. You let up on the teasing a bit but that only makes want more.
I can see your kindness. I can also see you are just as dirty-minded as me. If only, in real life, I could convince you to try me. All I need is once. I know I would have you coming back for more. I know I would give you the attention you would want to experience over, and over again.
I know you have a type, and it's not me. I can be sexy. Especially when I am around a person who makes me feel like I want to be better. You do that. I want to be what you want. I want to be the woman you want.
In my fantasy, I am.
After you have eaten me out (and I am dripping a puddle onto the bed), you finally position yourself to enter me. Your pre-cum is building at your tip, overflowing onto your shaft. You're already naturally lubed up. I moan, waiting impatiently, not believing this is actually happening. You gently push against me and I immediately sigh, so grateful to be feeling the sensation I've imagined for so long. I am SO WET and want you SO BAD. You are SO HARD. The way you enter is like no sensation I've ever felt. I feel like I waited for my perfect puzzle piece.
I am tight. You are large. We fit snugly. The effect is an indescribable ecstasy.
As you push into me, we both moan loudly with desire. I'm so FULL of you. I am more aroused than I have ever been. I take a deep breath. I've never had anyone your size. I don't know how I'll hold off cumming.
You begin to rock. You are gentle, at first, besides the odd spank on my bare ass. You whisper that I am your good girl, and each time you use those words, my pussy gushes, soaking your sack. You reach around and fondle my breasts. As you lightly pinch and caress my erect nipples, wonderful sensations tingle down to my groin. I can feel you growing more, inside of me, pleased by my tits. I hoped you would like them. I love to have my breasts played with and would allow them to be your play toys indefinitely.