The truth is that I’m just trying to avoid answering the question a little longer. My fantasy’s nothing ultra kinky or anything, it’s just not something I really talk about that often.
“Well,” I say, “if you’re sure you’re not a fireman…”
“Pretty sure,” he says, placing his hands on my hips, guiding my motion, his light push and tug suggesting a slightly quicker pace.
“Under a waterfall at sunrise,” I tell him. “But that’s not really something we can do now, is it?”
“Not really,” he says, and laughs.
“Well then,” I say, leaning forward once more.
His hot breath makes the sensitive skin tingle, and the attention of his mouth makes my toes curl.
“If you’re not a fireman, and we’re not under a waterfall at sunrise,” I say, “I guess there is one thing we could try.”
He leans his head back into the sofa cushion.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I answer. “It may sound kind of weird,” I tell him. Now I’m really nervous.
“That’s okay,” he says.
“I’ve always wanted to go out to a bar or some other public place,” I start again.
“Yeah?”
“Pretend we don’t know each other,” I continue.
His hands move to the small of my back.
“Yeah?” he asks, pressing himself into me sweetly.
“Have an ‘impromptu’ date,” I continue.
Yes, I make the little bunny ears with my fingers.
“Then go back to your place and make passionate love, knowing that this is the start of something beyond our wildest imagination.”
All right, my fantasy’s out there.
Weird, maybe, but not kinky.
“One quick question,” he says.
“What’s that?” I breathe, running my fingers through my hair as I slowly ride him.
“As your place is kind of my place, too, would that still work?”
I scoff and lift myself off of him.
“You have no imagination,” I tell him. “You’d bring me back here, unlock the door, and we’d obviously end up in your room.”
I kiss him deeply and pat him on the chest.
“Right now, though,” I tell him. “I really have to pee.”
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