Fantasy Dream

I wanted Jason more than I wanted any other man.

Everything about him made me crazy with lust. His hand would grab mine, and I’d think of that same hand massaging my breasts. He’d poke me in my side, and I’d think of him slipping those gorgeous fingers in to my dripping pussy. And sometimes he’d moan, and I would catch my eyes staring at his crotch, cursing the denim fabric that stood in the way of all I really wanted.

Ah… what I wouldn’t do to him if I could just have him for one night. I’d do anything, buy anything. I’d buy a leather corset, a whip, hot wax, handcuffs, massage oils, anything. We could use all or none of it. It wouldn’t matter.

It was my dream, my passion, all I wanted. It was all I thought about, all I dreamt about. And as I drifted off to sleep that night, an image of us filled my mind…

He was sitting on a bed, fully clothed. I walked in, clothed in a black tank top, some simple white silk panties, and a pair of hot, spiky black heels. I strutted over to him seductively, full of confidence, grabbed on to the front of his shirt, and pulled him up in to a smoldering kiss. We stood there for a moment, oips ips flaming as they met, hungrily tasting each other. He was getting hard underneath his short, and as we kissed, I grinded my hips up against him, making him moan with need. I lifted up my arms and he pulled my shirt over his head, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my collarbones, my shoulders, working his way back to my mouth. Then he tore off his own shirt, and pulled me on to the bed, towering over me.

He slipped his hand in to my panties, finding my hot, wet pussy. He rubbed it a bit, playing with me, his fingers grazing my slit. Then his fingers entered, one first, then two, three, and I gasped with pleasure, finding it difficult to breathe.

My hands quickly found the zipper on his shorts. The button was be deftly undone by my quick hands, the zipper unzipped faster than it would seem possible. His boxers were pulled down with his shorts and it was then that my eyes first saw his huge, stiff cock.

My eyes took it in hungrily, wanting it inside me. He slowly, painfully, slipped my panties down my legs, the bands tickling my legs. Then he pushed me back on to the bed, me powerless to our shared need, and he set himself up over me, preparing to thrust.

I wrapped my legs around his back and pull him in, as he thrust heavily. My body convulsed as I felt him enter, and I heard him moan a little at my tightness. He pulled himself out almost all the way, before slamming himself back in, making me cry out in pain and desire. As he moved in and out of me, finding a steady rhythm, my nails dug in to his back, pulled him harder and harder, begging him to go faster.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer, and we both knew I was almost there. His hand slipped between my ass cheeks, and he prodded my anus, causing me to come almost immediately. We both screamed out in passion, coming simultaneously. I felt loads of cum being shot deep inside me and it made me feel an amazing bond with him.

He pulled out of me and collapsed over me. His weight made me feel safe and protected. His hand aimlessly brushed over my arm, before resting down on the side of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, reflecting on the amazing thing we had just shared.