FANTASY

Fantasy

No talking, no thinking just breathing and feeling! As soon as he opened the door I was in his arms. I slid my hands down his chest and to his flat stomach. He rubbed my back with such protection that I felt like we were in a bubble where nothing could touch us… Our kiss was passionate and rough showing tell-tale signs of how much tension our time apart had built… He smelled like a man and that heightened my senses and started the flow of moisture that meant there was no turning back now. He picked my up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel the bulge of his pants pressing against my jeans… He tried to turn around with eyes closed and mouth tightly pressed to mine, but he collided with the wall… Instead of moving he just pressed me harder against the wall… I held tight to his hips as he ground me into wood surface… Our hands slowly explored each other; mine meeting his rough, solid exterior and his gripping my soft, lush skin.

Enough was enough and I felt his hands tighten around me again as he lifted me with ease… This time he made it down the hallway with no more stops and slowly leaned down onto the bed… I sunk into the plush pillows and he lowered himself down on me… I spread my legs inviting him in and he grinded his belt across my pants… I lifted my arms above my head and he slipped my shirt off and flung it across the room… I unbuttoned his pants all the while never taking my eyes off of him…

Finally free from the restraints of our clothes, he slipped inside of me and it felt like my insides were going to explode…

“Ms. Crawford, can you come back to this world please… you need to turn in your test or you will not get credit…” Thankfully I had finished my test 30 mins ago… Had I been out that long? My black outs have been getting longer and more realistic over time… It seems almost like a disease… An awesome pleasureful disease where his chiseled features were permanently engraved my head and my heart… I quickly snapped out of it again when I heard the teacher’s pencil tapping on the desk.

“Uh yes sir, I am finished!” I got up to walk and a rush of cold air flowed through my pants and the extreme wetness almost made me sit back down… Good thing I was wearing cotton panties or it may have showed through. I rushed my paper to him and left, retreating to my car… I sat down and looked at the clock… 45 minutes left.. I peaked over my shoulder and looked for anyone in the vicinity… The coast was clear… I turned on the radio and slumped into the seat.