Last year, I went abroad to Japan as an exchange student for six months. While I was there, I expected to develop some budding crushes on cute, lithe Japanese guys with dark eyes and fantastic hair . . . but instead, I developed major infatuations with the Americans who ended up coming with me! (Not that I didn't think the Japanese boys were cute, but, well, yeah.) Ah, well, what can you do? Anyways, four of the boys in particular sparked four very different fantasies in my head, each related to their personality. I have a feeling as I type them that they might be hot, but not really meaningful to anybody else who doesn't know them the way I do, but oh well, here goes anyways. The first guy was Kevin:
Kevin I wanted in a semi-public venue, to add that sense of urgency and thrilling danger- for him, not for me. I wanted him to squirm just a little, his responsible nature protesting against the pleasure. I always imagined us in a dark little nook of the hallways at night, pitch black all around us, both of us fully clothed but damp in summer’s wet and humid heat- and, consequently, musky with both of our scents, the hot smell of my own cunt and our sweat mingling together. We’re locked in a tight, full-body embrace but not a kiss; my mouth is hot and wet on his ear as I clutch him tight, almost holding him up, and my other hand is wrapped tight around his cock, roughly pulled out of his boxers and pants.
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