T asked me last night to tell me about my fantasies.... and I found I couldn't do it. Partly because I rarely think them through and allow myself time to actually fantasize.... partly because I have a hard time getting the words out... As mentioned before, this has NEVER been a topic of conversation I have been comfortable with. I'm willing to work through it, but I asked him not to put me on the spot on the phone... but rather to do it in person so his comforting presence can be there with me as I stumble and trip over my words. He agreed, but challenged me to write one down based on a simple synerio... here it is...
The hallway.... and a kiss....
He's in the hallway and I pounce from behind, sliding up an wrapping my arms around him in a hug from behind, laying my head on his back for just a moment as he pauses. My hands wander just a bit, caressing chest, shoulders, neck... slowly he turns around to face me, and my hands continue... forehead, neck, arms... torso... ass.... He catches my hands and holds them, leaning in for a kiss.... and another. A step/turn and we're pressed against the wall, me against the wall, him pressing me in, hands still captured. I'm still in my robe, which is suddenly not tied shut any more.... his hands caressing, holding, stroking bare skin... I'm doing the same... hungry. wanting. burning. Take me now. Here. And he does. Pressing me against the wall. Lifting, riding, legs wrapped around him, writhing. Panting. Gasping. Fast and Hard. We both cry out... and then.... slow..... languid, pausing, closness... back on my feet... standing, leaning in, comfortable, warm. Hand in hand, down the rest of the hallway...
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