Content Warning: Masturbation, Casual Sex

I have a thousand fantasies. My mind is a dark wonderland of perversion. It offers every possibility, but here I am thinking only of you.

I remember the time before I saw you naked. You in that little black dress that was just short enough to tantalize. You caught me watching. I didn’t even bother to pretend. Gods, your smirk and that knowing twinkle in your eyes had me in an instant. I wanted to take you right there in front everyone. I imagined pushing you forward, bending you over the table like some desperate animal. Your ass grinding against me as I hiked up your dress, pulled those nice panties to the side, freed my dick, and plunged inside. I know you were thinking the same. I saw you bite your lip, squeeze your thighs together, and it was my turn to smirk. We shared this moment in seconds, our eyes connected, in a different world while Bert from accounting told the only joke he knew.

We fucked for hours. The party was a bore, so we made our apologies and fled back to the hotel. I remember the taste of your lips, alcohol and strawberry. Sex was nothing, but this lust was new and pure. I wanted more. That first sight of your body, as the dress fell to the floor, was exquisite. I’d long left gods and idols to the past, but I knelt at the altar of you. I worshiped your neck, your breasts, your hands, your thighs, and your wet sex. It was never enough, and as you came, your thighs clamped around my head, your fingers coiled in my hair, I was lost.

I stroke myself, slowly, still in the memory. The images come like a kaleidoscope. There is you above me, guiding me inside. The room fills with my groans and grunts and your curses. I feel the marks as your fingers scratch, clutching as you ride me hard. The lens twists, and I’m on top of you. Your hands are pinned above your head; your legs wrapped around me as you beg for more. When I’m spent, your hands and mouth bring me back. We go again and again until the sun rises, and we collapse so much more than merely sated.

One night and I sit here, dick in hand, reliving those moments with every stroke. Some nights, I do this for hours. Tonight, I want completion. I pump harder holding the picture of you in my mind. I feel my climax crest and empty myself thinking only of you.