An old friend writes:
You gettin any? or do I need to come visit?
In a fit of boredom at work, I had looked him up on MySpace and sent him a message. I have not seen him in over a decade. He looks mostly the same as far as I can tell. I only vaguely remember the beautiful eyes that look out at me from his pictures. I wasn't looking in his eyes. My face was in his lap I was looking at his cock sliding through my lips. I definitely remember thinking that was beautiful. I remember him slowly snaking his hand between my thighs to slip his fingers inside me. I remember begging him to fuck me as I wrestled with my jeans and then his body covering mine, the sensation of being filled, his breath on my neck and my body exploding in mere seconds.
You gettin any? or do I need to come visit?
He is teasing me of course. People don't travel those kind of distances for sex. Still, the fantasy lingers in my head: what if? If he showed up on my doorstep, what would we do? Would he expect me to show him around and take in the city, or could I just throw him in my bed and say there? How much sex can you cram into one day? Into two? In the present, I discover my hand has slipped inside my panties at some point and I am lazily stroking myself with slick fingers.
You gettin any? or do I need to come visit?
In a way, he already has.
