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Fantasy

I have this little fantasy. You�re in it.
It starts when you take me home, from some dinner
And ask if I�d like a coffee. I�ll sit on your sofa
A little nervous, but excited. And then I�ll drop an earring.
You�ll find it, put it back, but your hand
Will come to rest on my neck, will bring me closer
So you can kiss me.

Things happen quite quickly after that.
I love unbuttoning your shirt, touching your chest.
The feeling as you kiss my neck
Brings me to moans, your probing tongue,
Your wandering hands. I lie on the sofa
And let you pull my underwear off.

You kiss me deeply. I can feel your erection.
I take it in my hand, just to feel how hard you are.
You open my legs, run a hand up the inside of my thigh
And draw a finger up my cunt.
I pull your cock towards me. A single thrust
And you�re inside me. I cry out, move my hips
Up into yours, your buttocks in my hands.
You�re so hard. This feeling, of you, of this,
It grows. I gasp and cry and urge you on
Clinging to your pounding body, wanting you
To go on forever.A burst of fluid deep inside me.
I lie beneath you.
Breathless.

Some nights, the fantasy ends there. On others,
We move to the shower, where you touch me
Our bodies made different, exciting
Under the hot water. Slippery lips caress each other
In slow luxurious kisses. We dry ourselves
With big, fluffy towels.

You�re gentler between the sheets. You move slowly
Planting little kisses on my breasts
Arousing me softly, stroking my body.
I move to be on top of you
And suck your nipples, feeling you grow hard again.
When I slide you into myself, I hear you gasp.
I move like you, slowly, feeling the sensation build
Within me. Coming, coming
Moving a little faster, placing your hands on my hips
The air alive with our moaning
And the shift of the bedsheets.

We make love until late, then sleep
Wrapped in each other�s arms.
I awake from my fantasy, fingers wet,
Senses excited, head and body full
Of you.