He wants me. What does he want? How does he want it?
The same is true of me as well. Yes, it’s easy at night when I lie in bed alone and close my eyes. Then I want everything. I want to kneel in front of him and make him hard with my mouth. I want him to choke me and slap me and tell me I’m a good little girl. And then, as I lie under the covers with my fingers between my legs, I picture him holding me down, pushing his cock into me, and fucking me like it’s a scene from a movie.
Hard and fast and raw until I know he can’t hold back, and he floods my pussy like a geyser.
And maybe he imagines those things as well. But we’re friends, and we’re cautious, and does he have the nerve? Do I want him to? Would I say yes if he asked? Or didn’t?
When we get together, I can feel the tension. It’s mainly in my stomach, but it spreads outwards from there, and I’m not sure what to do with it. I’m second-guessing my fantasies now that he’s in front of me, and he’s not rubbing his hand up my leg with a wicked smile that says he’ll take what he wants…