A friend recently asked if I was ever going to post a fantasy about him on my blog. This is for him:

It wasn’t really unusual to find myself in his room, sitting on his bed at 11:00 at night. It also wasn’t unusual to bring him cookies — I’ve been doing it on occasion for almost a year now. But it was a little unusual for him to be sitting there next to me. Usually he sat in a chair that he had in his room and we would hang out and smoke, comparing notes about his work and mine. This time, though, he sat next to me.

Aside from our proximity, things were otherwise normal. He talked about things at his job and I talked about things at my job. However, because we both work in the sex industry, our conversation was inherently sexually charged and quickly turned to a more intimate discussion of our personal likes and dislikes and there was an undeniable sexual tension in the room. I found myself simultaneously hoping that he would make a move and wondering if I should make a move.

So I grew very bold asked him, “Have you ever read anything on my blog that really turned you on? You know, really turned you on?”

It’s a question I’ve wondered since he told me that he found it. More than once I’ve closed my eyes and imagined him sitting in the chair just across the room masturbating to something he liked. I suppose it’s the same impetus that makes me fantasize about being a stripper.

He stood up and moved over to the chair in question. I wondered if I had gone too far and I really regretted asking. Nothing is worse than fucking up a friendship by misinterpreting signals. There’s just no point of return after that. But, I watched quietly as he pulled down the bookmark to my page and opened it to this post.

“Actually,” he said, “I have enjoyed this one several times.”

I stood up and walked across the room, standing next to him to see the screen.

“Oh, right. I remember that one.”

“Did that really happen or did you just write that?” he asked me. I felt the tips of his fingers trace along my arm.

“That did happen, in fact,” I said, moving a smidge closer. My own fingers rested on his shoulders as I re-read my own post.

I felt myself relax as soon as I sat down on his bed, being so far removed from all that is my daily life. He’s become like a drug for me - a fix into a surreality.

“It’s true, I do love the escapism of losing myself like that. To be away from my crazy world for just a little while is very intoxicating to me.”

His hand moved from my arm to the small of my back and rested on my ass.

“Well, this is a good place to escape to, don’t you think?”

“It seems like it might be,” I responded.

His hand moved from my ass down my stocking covered leg and up my skirt. It seems I wasn’t the only bold one.

I stood there, quietly, breathing harder and harder as he pulled my thong aside and began to finger me gently. It was obvious that I was excited. He touched me expertly, maybe a side benefit of working in porn. Within minutes I was moaning and begging to suck his cock.

“So Catalina loves to suck cock, does she? Why don’t you show me?”

I sat on the edge of the bed and he followed, standing in front of me. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, helping him step out of them and throwing them into the corner. He took off my sweater, throwing it into the same pile in the corner, revealing the little black bra beneath.

I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock and then licked him up and down his shaft before taking him into my mouth. I sucked his cock, noting his reaction to each and every sensation to figure out what he liked the most. His hands touched me everywhere they could reach and he leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I really want to fuck you,” as I brought him over the edge of pleasure. I swallowed his cum happily, leaving no evidence of our naughty adventure.

Always a good guy, he asked me if I wanted to cum. I politely declined his offer to help me out. Instead, we smoked one last bowl before I left to return to reality. As I drove home I got a text, “I really liked your cookies. Can I have more cookies next time?”

Tags: My Fantasies, Oral Sex, Polyamory //