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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 third guy was Alex, an incredibly sarcastic and lazy, postmodern Russian alcoholic and weed fiend, with heavy-lidded eyes that made him look continually stoned:
My fantasies of Alex are firmly rooted in a power dynamic and subtle domination. I always come back to the same scene- I am on my knees in front of his cock. Presumably he is naked but I can’t picture it; my perspective is from below, looking up at him as he looks down at me, watching fixedly. His dick is hard, jutting out at an obscene angle, and he’s making me put a condom on him with my mouth. I manage to get it over the head of his cock, and use my lips to slide it down another two inches. Softly, almost gently, he commands "Further." And though he never raises his voice, never says a cruel word, I can feel the power radiating off of him: he is the one in control, and the role comes naturally- it isn’t an act or a silly sadomasochistic game.
"Further." he encourages me, and I look up at him with adoring, puppy-dog eyes and try to take him deeper, to roll the condom down all the way on his long and slender cock. I can’t quite do it- I gag a little, coughing, and the slightest of smiles plays on his lips as his fingers lightly play in my hair and he looks down at me from his heavy-lidded eyes with that indulgent smile. In the same way that Vince was physically incredibly sensitive and responsive, Alex barely has an erotic response- no groans, no bucking hips; all of his pleasure seems rooted in the psychological game he’s playing with me. I work hard to deep-throat him, not particularly because I want to, but because he is demanding it without having to say it, and surprisingly, I like it, the continuous tries, the slow but steady progress I make.
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Fulfillment: I will tell you later | Nature: Spiritual