Story about how I feel about one of my friends... except i dont have a penis.
Every time I saw her, I envisioned her bent over an old polished table. Her short skirt would be pulled up enough to show her perfect round ass and the top buttons of her shirt would be unbuttoned showing her bouncy breasts. I could take a second to admire the perfection in front of me before I gently push my throbbing cock inside her wet opening. I’d start slowly and carefully, and then I would get faster and harder. We would start to become sweaty from the excursion. I wouldn’t last long. I know that. I would finish quickly and then I would press my face to her glistening pussy and use my tongue to make her come.
Every time one of these fantasies played out in my head, I wanted to do something about the beautiful woman who starred in them. I wanted to make her mine somehow. But I’m just not ready for that.
The plump red lips I will never kiss. The silky black hair I will never run my fingers through. The slender waist I will never wrap my arms around. The woman I will never have. That I'm too scared to tell my feelings to.
Lyn-z, I love you.
Ok, so this story is basically how I feel about one of my friends... but i dont have a penis so yeah...
Please tell me what you think. It's my first time writing any sort of sexual thing.