Fatasy
Buck Johnson.
The very name sent chills down Fayin's spine. Sprawled on the twin-size bed in her two-bedroom apartment, her thoughts drifted lethargically in the direction of the deer that had so often occupied her mind. She'd been hooked since the first time she'd laid eyes on him at a local night club some coworkers had taken her to after her transfer five months ago. He'd strolled through the crowd with an easy arrogance, as if he owned the place. Turned out he did; Fayin had made it a point to ask about him.
Fayin wasn't usually one to fixate on someone without knowing the person, but she'd made an exception in Buck's case. She couldn't get him out of her mind: broad shoulders, tight, chiseled abs... She imagined what it would be like to be close to him, to run her fingers down his back and nip at his neck, graze the lobe of his ear with her teeth.
What kind of lover would he be? Soft, slow, sensual? Would he take his time to slowly strip her from her clothing and lay her down gently, or would he tear off her pants and throw her over the edge of the nearest surface? Hard, fast, angry. She could work with both.
Fayin's hands drifted over the creamy fur on her flat stomach toward the waistband of her satin panties. She toyed with the elastic, touched her thighs, teased herself, never quite grazing the area that so desperately wanted attention. Would he kiss her? She imagined her mouth on his, lips parting, tongues tasting...
Her pert nipples strained against the cotton tank top she wore; she circled one with her finger over the fabric, drawing ever closer to the center until she squeezed the hardened bud between thumb and forefinger, muzzle parting as a delicate gasp was pulled from her throat. She pinched the nipple harder, twisting and squeezing. She felt a stirring in her loins, moisture pulling between her thighs; a fingertip slid across the front of her panties and came away wet.
"Buck." She moaned his name, tasting it, testing it, drawing out the vowel. Exquisite.
She drew the crotch of her panties to the side, fingers slipping over her plump lips, slick from her own juices. She ran the tip from one end to the other, folds parting beneath her touch to reveal the tiny ball of nerves, engorged and eager for play. She brought her finger down upon it, side to side, and threw her head back with a throaty moan. She imagined it was Buck tracing her clit, flicking the bud until her back arched off the bed, twisting her nipples and crying out her imaginary lover's name.
Fayin slipped her fingers away from her clit, sliding them lower, inside of herself. She curled them upward, hitting that spot inside her that made her knees weak, that sent jolts of pleasure shooting up her spine. She thrust her fingers in and out, head thrown back, eyes closed, muzzle parted in a perpetual moan. Her folds were slick, juices dripping down to soak her panties and the blanket beneath her.
Her movements stopped suddenly; she slid out of her wet panties and turned to the side to open her nightstand drawer, reaching inside to pull out a familiar toy. Large and purple, the vibrator was a series of ridges from top to bottom, spiraling from a broad base to a slightly smaller tip. It used to vibrate, but years of use had stolen that particular ability from it. Still, it was just what Fayin had been searching for.
She spread her legs, placing the tip of the toy at the entrance to her wet pussy. It slid inside, slowly, ever so slowly, stretching her around its considerable size.
"Oh, Buck." She thought of how he'd feel inside of her, slowly pushing in until the head of his cock hit her cervix, gradually picking up the pace...she mimicked the movement with her toy, in and out, harder and faster, hips jerking up and down to meet the thrusts. One hand kept the plastic moving; the other spread her lips apart, fingers sliding back and forth across her clit.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, yes!" She tossed her head from side to side, felt a tension building inside of her, until finally...
"Ohhhh!" She came with a cry, waves of pleasure ripping through her body, back arching and toes curling with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles contracted tightly around the toy inside of her.
"Oh, Buck," she sighed, collapsing on the bed, breathing irregular. "Oh, Buck," she said again with a smile. "You'll be mine soon."