In My Mind
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,306
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
In My Mind
AN: Really just a short daydream i had sitting at the bar one day. It\'s not much. Reviews would be nice, it\'s been a while since I did an original piece.
He looks so damn good standing behind that bar. Thick muscled arms peeking out from the T-shirt that’s sized just right.
How hot are those tattoos traveling down his arm? I want to touch them, follow them to wherever they lead. His chest and shoulders are so broad and firm and full of confidence. I wonder what he looks like under all of that…I wonder what it would feel like to run my hand over his bare chest, fingers tangling in the feathered hairs, pinching his nipples and making him groan.
Who am I kidding? I’m the good kid. I’m the responsible one. I’m the good kid. The responsible one. And of course, compared to these other girls, I’m the ugly one. The plain Jane. But wait, I’m such a good friend. I wish I had the balls to do something about it.
Would he notice? Can he see me watching him from beneath the curtain of hair hanging in my eyes? Can he see the fantasy playing out in my mind?
In my mind he’s different.
In my mind I take off that Mets hat (that he’s wearing in a Philly bar, mind you) and run my fingers through his super short buzz cut.
In my mind I let him back me against a wall in the back room, pulling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, using the wall as leverage.
In my mind his hands are under my shirt roughly twisting and pulling at my nipples.
In my mind I suck his tongue into my mouth, ceasing his teasing.
In my mind I reach down and unzip his fly.
In my mind I thank whoever up there is responsible that I chose to wear a skirt today.
In my mind he’s touching me there, flicking my clit back and forth with his fingers.
In my mind he’s removing his fingers and replacing it with his thick hard dick.
In my mind I’m going out of my mind as he thrusts into me in one shot.
In my mind the rhythm builds and builds and builds and my brain just ceases to function. All I know is that he needs to keep going because I’m almost there. Almost there. Almost.
In my mind I’m in complete bliss as I pull him in deeper, clutching at him, can’t get deep enough. Thighs quivering from ridding out my high. Sweat on my brow. Breasts bouncing from his pushing.
And in my mind he gives it once more, biting my neck where it meets my shoulder, and stills, spilling himself inside me.
Silence. Just breathing.
Out of my mind completely.
If only I had the balls.
He looks so damn good standing behind that bar. Thick muscled arms peeking out from the T-shirt that’s sized just right.
How hot are those tattoos traveling down his arm? I want to touch them, follow them to wherever they lead. His chest and shoulders are so broad and firm and full of confidence. I wonder what he looks like under all of that…I wonder what it would feel like to run my hand over his bare chest, fingers tangling in the feathered hairs, pinching his nipples and making him groan.
Who am I kidding? I’m the good kid. I’m the responsible one. I’m the good kid. The responsible one. And of course, compared to these other girls, I’m the ugly one. The plain Jane. But wait, I’m such a good friend. I wish I had the balls to do something about it.
Would he notice? Can he see me watching him from beneath the curtain of hair hanging in my eyes? Can he see the fantasy playing out in my mind?
In my mind he’s different.
In my mind I take off that Mets hat (that he’s wearing in a Philly bar, mind you) and run my fingers through his super short buzz cut.
In my mind I let him back me against a wall in the back room, pulling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, using the wall as leverage.
In my mind his hands are under my shirt roughly twisting and pulling at my nipples.
In my mind I suck his tongue into my mouth, ceasing his teasing.
In my mind I reach down and unzip his fly.
In my mind I thank whoever up there is responsible that I chose to wear a skirt today.
In my mind he’s touching me there, flicking my clit back and forth with his fingers.
In my mind he’s removing his fingers and replacing it with his thick hard dick.
In my mind I’m going out of my mind as he thrusts into me in one shot.
In my mind the rhythm builds and builds and builds and my brain just ceases to function. All I know is that he needs to keep going because I’m almost there. Almost there. Almost.
In my mind I’m in complete bliss as I pull him in deeper, clutching at him, can’t get deep enough. Thighs quivering from ridding out my high. Sweat on my brow. Breasts bouncing from his pushing.
And in my mind he gives it once more, biting my neck where it meets my shoulder, and stills, spilling himself inside me.
Silence. Just breathing.
Out of my mind completely.
If only I had the balls.