A Fantasy Written by: Sharon J.
What is the fantasy, and what makes it exciting for you?
I am attracted to my best friend (let’s call him Mark). When we first met, he was dating another girl, and soon that relationship ended. He was sad and lonely and we got to hang out more often in that period. It was exciting, hanging out with him for many hours and we started to bond more than usual, and he doesn’t know this, but the way he looks at me makes me melt.
What would the ideal daydream story of the fantasy be?
One day, I walked into his room without knocking and gasp as I find him sprawled on his bed, his hands moving up and down his very hard and erect penis. I instantly flush and look away, then bite down on my lower lip when I heard him groan and say in a low, raspy but yet seductive voice. “What do you want, Sharon?”
I don’t turn back, but I hear his movements. “Come on, you can look,” he said and I hesitated before turning around to face him. The moment I faced him; my eyes involuntarily dropped to his hardness. I saw it jut towards me, like it was responding to my gaze. The tip glistened with moisture, and the muscles in his laps budged out. “I didn’t know you were, uh… busy.” The smile on his face brought heat to my cheeks, because it was a cool smile, and his blue eyes twinkled. He walked over to where I stood, and did something bold, something I could never have done. He took my hands and gently guided it to his cock. Heat rushed and pooled in-between my legs and he gently stroked himself with my hands.
I looked up at him, and without thinking about anything else, closed the distance between us and kissed him. His lips were hot against mine, my eyes closed and he dragged me closer and plastered me against his chest. Just like I had imagined countless times, he drove his hands into my hair and started to knead my scalp. I moaned, and his free hand rounded my waist and pressed me to him, so his hardness was pressing against my abdomen.
My breasts felt heavier, and he hadn’t even touched them yet. He pulled back, then peeled my shirt off my body, tossed it to the floor and pulled me towards the bed with him. He landed on the bed, and I landed over him, bringing my legs up to his side, so I straddled his thighs. His hands started to caress my body. He kneaded my breasts softly, kissed his way down my neck to one nipple, then took it in his mouth and suckled.
I groaned and flung my head back to give him access, and he turned over so I was lying on the bed and he was above me, kissing his way down my abdomen, to my thighs and then to the soft, wet mound of my clitoris. My legs vibrated on the bed as he licked my sensitive spot, and I closed my eyes and the emotions climb and drag me higher to my ick. I could not stop shaking, and moaning out his name as I struggled to take deep breaths.
Soon he placed his hands under my butt, and lifted me off the bed, then drove into me with a fierce thrust. I felt his thick cock fill me to the hilt and I moaned and wriggled my hips so he could slide in further. He felt deliciously hot, and I was dripping wet around him. The thickness of skin lapped at my juices and he hadn’t started to stroke me yet.
Then he started to move his hips. He went up and down, then made a slow swirl that drove me insane. I was dripping, moaning and begging him to fuck me. It was more than I imagined, he was hot and big and he stretched me to the fullest. His strokes were steady and his thrusts were deep. I felt it in my core as my climax started to mount. Even as I was thrashing from side to side on the bed, begging him, he didn’t slow down or stop.
He pulled out and I missed him immediately, but he flipped me over and pulled my hips up so I was arched into him while on my knees on the bed. When he thrust into me again, my moans filled the room, and I heard him groan and reach out to squeeze my tits. I closed my eyes and he held unto my full breasts as he fucked me from behind relentlessly. His passion was like nothing I had ever experienced, and I met his thrust by moving my hips back into him.
He moved his hands to my waist and gripped them to steady me. The act made his thrusts slap against me with force. My eyes widened as I felt hot lava erupt inside me. He groaned out loud and thrust in one last time as he emptied his hot seed deep into me. I felt the warmness fill me then drip down to my thighs and I collapsed on the bed.
Minutes later, he raised his head on one elbow, and stared at my face. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his chest heaved because of his exertion, and then a slow lazy smile crept up his lips. “I’ve imagined doing that to you every night since I moved in,” he confessed. My eyes widened in disbelief and he leaned in and placed a kiss on my nose, then smack my butt. “I’ve thought about it too,” I confessed and dropped to the pillow.
He reached to me, and pulled me close to him, turning me around so he could spoon me. I realized he was hard again. Insatiable was the right word to call him, I thought as he guided his cock into me and pushed through my wetness. We both moaned, and he dropped his lips to the side of my neck where my pulse beat. “We are going to have so much fun.”
How could you actually fulfill it?
I can show up at his doorstep one day and tell him how I truly feel. He is single, I am single and we both have nothing stopping us from hitting it off. But it’s also a bit complicated with best friends I guess, maybe wait for a drunk night out.
