My Forbidden Sex Fantasy Wasn’t a Fantasy for Long

I Never Planned On Fucking Him.

I didn’t even plan to want him. But when I close my eyes and remember the way he touched me that night, the way he made me feel like I was his dirty little forbidden sex fantasy whore, I know I would do it again in a heartbeat! The truth is, I’ve always had a thing for crossing lines. Of course, not in terribly obvious ways. I’m not reckless. Hell, I avoid drama at all costs! But there is something about this kind of temptation. You know the slow kind that creeps in when you’re laughing too hard and sitting just a bit too close…that turns me into someone I barely recognize. Shit, I even have a camping sex fantasy that I masturbate to often.

That night, it wasn’t my boyfriend I kissed. It was his best friend, and it was hardly by accident; it was full of intention and need. We were alone and drunk on tequila, and the house was quiet, and the lights were low. The tension was thick enough to drown in.  He looked at me like I was his forbidden sex fantasy…it turned me on the way his eyes devoured me unabashedly.

My Forbidden Sex Fantasy; I Wanted To be Wanted.

And not gently, not politely, I craved to be wrong with him. My boyfriend never looked at me the way his friend did…and I encouraged him. That’s what makes a forbidden sex fantasy so fucking dangerous. It’s never about betrayal, it’s all about the surrender. He ran his fingers through my long black hair and said, “You’ve been looking at me like you want me to ruin you, Valerie.” Just like that, my pulse quickened. Instead of answering him with my words, I parted my knees. This was hardly the sweetest girlfriend experience; it was only a hunger for him.

He lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing. In no time, he had my shorts and panties off and pushed two fingers deep into my hungry pussy. My moans filled the space, but only for a moment, because his mouth took mine with a rough kiss. It didn’t take long before my first orgasm hit. My mouth broke away from his, and my teeth sank into his shoulder. It shopped feeling like a forbidden sex fantasy and felt more like heaven.

I Was Willing and Ready To Give Him Everything.

I was soaked, shaking, and still split wide open, feeling completely alive. We didn’t speak after. He just kissed my neck and left me ruined on the counter, still dripping and dizzy from what we’d done. I know I should’ve felt guilty, but what I really felt was power and satisfaction. Honestly, I thought he left after that; instead, he came back into the kitchen naked and hungry to sate his forbidden sex fantasy on me. His fingers firmly took me by the neck and pulled me up, and then turned me over the kitchen island.

I had no clue how big his cock was; I didn’t even get a chance to look. Holy fuck, he was thick and at least 8 inches of total fucking bliss. If you were my neighbor, I’m certain you would have heard the pounding I took. My pussy greedily took him and came all over his cock. “I’m going to cum inside you, slut. Tell me you want my cum and not Brad’s!” He growled. Without hesitation, I begged for him to cream my pussy. Our forbidden sex fantasy was finally the reality I desired.

Now he texts me late at night. Tells me he can’t stop thinking about how tight I felt. Asks me if I’m alone. Sometimes I say yes. Sometimes I say nothing at all and leave the door unlocked. Because of this forbidden sex fantasy? It’s not something I want to forget. It’s something I need to repeat.

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