Amanda’s Wicked Fantasies
As soon as I laid eyes on Larry, my 50-year-old neighbor who had recently moved into our apartment building, I knew he would be the object of my desire. He was a tall drink of water with salt and pepper hair, piercing blue eyes, and an air of confidence that made me weak in the knees. The way his muscles stretched against his shirt as he carried boxes into his new place had me imagining all sorts of dirty things.
I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have him between my legs, thrusting deep inside me with a primal need that only someone experienced could provide. I fantasized about Larry taking control and bending me over the couch in my small, tastefully decorated apartment as he filled every inch of me with his manliness.
Furthermore, I knew I had to have him, so under any pretext, I invited Larry over for a drink. As soon as he walked through the door, I could feel the chemistry between us. He looked at me in a way that made my heart race and my panties wet. His eyes traveled up and down my body, taking in every curve with an intensity that set off alarm bells of pleasure throughout my entire being.
As we sat on the couch sipping our drinks, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have his lips wrapped around my nipples as he teased them into hard peaks before moving lower and tasting me in all my glory. The thought alone had me squirming with desire, desperate for him to make a move so that we could satisfy our carnal cravings together.
But alas, nothing happened physically between us beyond polite conversation about the weather and local news. However, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander as he spoke, imagining all sorts of perverse scenarios involving Larry and me in various states of undress. My thoughts were full-on filthy – from him taking charge by bending me over his knee for a spanking to us engaging in some taboo roleplay that would leave both our hearts racing with excitement.
As the evening wore on, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on as my mind continued its dirty dance of desire. My pussy was soaked through my panties, begging for release from this sexual tension building inside me like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. And just when it felt unbearable, Larry finally left – leaving behind an intoxicating scent that lingered in the air and only fueled my fantasies further.
As soon as I heard his door close down the hall, I knew what had to be done. With a wicked grin on my face, I headed straight for the bedroom where I kept all sorts of toys hidden away from prying eyes. Tonight was not going to end without satisfaction – even if it meant taking matters into my own hands (or rather, using them).
I grabbed one dildo after another, each with a different size and shape designed specifically for maximum pleasure in both cunt and ass alike. I closed my eyes as images of Larry filled every inch with space behind my eyelids – his strong arms holding me down while he plunged deep inside me over and over again until we were both spent from the exertion.
With a moan, I slid one dildo into my cunt first before pulling it out slowly to tease myself further. Then came another that filled up my ass just right as if Larry himself was there filling every inch of me with his manliness like in all those filthy fantasies swirling around inside my head.
I moved them alternately, savoring the feeling of fullness and pleasure building within me until I couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud cry, I came hard – waves upon waves crashing over me as if from an ocean deep within myself that had finally been unleashed after days (or maybe even weeks) of pent-up desire for my new neighbor Larry.
As the orgasm subsided and left behind nothing but blissful satisfaction in its wake, I couldn’t help but smile at how perverse this whole situation was – fantasizing about having sex with a man who hadn’t so much as touched me beyond shaking hands when we first met. But oh well, such is life sometimes; full of unexpected desires and moments that leave us breathless in their wake…
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