A Fantasy of Wants

Another case of what did happen and what could have happened. The line between fantasy and reality smeared beyond recognition. Does it really matter? My feelings remain the same, wanting.

I want to lay close to him with my head on his chest, stealing his warmth for my own. I want to learn everything about him. What his interests are, what scares him, what makes him fall in love? I want to be his confidant.

I want to feel him explore my body. I want to feel his lips on my neck. I want to feel him kiss his way down to my nipples and feel him suckle them as if trying to obtain some sweet nectar that he cannot obtain. I want to leave all fear behind and kiss his sweet lips for the first time. Realizing that they are not slim at all, but perfect .

I want to feel his chest rise and fall as I unbutton his worn jeans, wrapping my hands around his hard cock. I want to perform for him, giving him an amazing blowjob, expecting nothing in return. I want to feel his hardness pulsate as a steam of cum splashes onto my face.

I want to taste the forbidden fruit.