Imagine you’re having a really, really good erotic dream in the perfect setting with your favorite three characters servicing you in all the ways you like best, getting closer, and closer, every tiny detail of what they’re doing crystal-clear and your climax is so close you can taste it…when suddenly you wake up.
As you groan in frustration and turn over to finish the job, you suddenly hear three distinct, familiar voices growling, “We weren’t finished yet.”
Imagine that your favorite character has psychic/telekinetic powers. They use their powers to tease you to no end, pleasuring you in public places. They even go so far as to use their powers when fucking you, making you ride them without holding onto them at all.
Imagine your favourite character stopping you from walking away by gently holding your hand, sliding their arm around your waist and pulling you to them. You’re bewildered as they rest their head against your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent deeply and they whisper, ‘You’re driving me out of my mind.‘
Imagine catching your favorite character masturbating while they’re smelling your underwear.
Imagine sleeping together with your favorite character when in the middle of the night you’re awoken by them gripping you and moving against you. They’re asleep but they’re having an erotic dream about you as they moan your name and hold you tighter, rubbing against you until they freeze and orgasm. After this they relax again and keep sleeping, completely unaware that they’d been humping you just seconds ago.
Imagine your favorite character, with a completely deadpan expression and monotone voice, looking straight into your eyes and explaining in graphic detail all the things they’d like to do to you. You struggle to remain just as expressionless as you listen, but the physical signs of your arousal are extremely obvious.
Imagine your favorite character taking care of you after a BDSM scene. They make your favorite hot drink, give you a nice massage, and spend hours cuddling with you, whispering all the ways that they love you.
Imagine your F/C, who is very dominant and more sexually experienced, is turned on by your timid manner. They took your virginity a while ago and they really like how you’re still very innocent. Your F/C asks you what you want them to do to you. You’re bashful at first but with their low voiced encouragement you begin to list your desires. With each confession they coax more and more naughty thoughts out of you.
“I think I can do that for you.” They purr into your ear.
Imagine your favorite character and you decide you’re going to make a sex tape together. Production ends up taking some time because they happen to be a film major and are determined to make it a cinematic masterpiece. This results in several moments of pausing to get the right looks. “hold on the white balance is off” or “okay drop the towel again but do it while licking your lips” and even in the middle of filming the sex part they may say things like “keep making that face I’m gonna move the camera angle.” This gets a bit frustrating at certain moments but when the tape is finally done it truly is a masterpiece. The music choices and editing is so flawless it makes you both horny before the tape even gets to the sex part. You save that tape for nights when you both need a little “push.”
Imagine having waited up for your favourite character to return home, only for it to turn late without them coming back. Numerous phone calls and a deep sense of exasperation later, you’re ready to turn in for the night. Just then, however, your phone goes off. It’s them.
You grumble into the phone, crawling into bed as you do so. Your favourite character is on the line, making smalltalk. You can sense that they’re stalling for something. You’re half tempted to just slam the phone down on them and angrily go to sleep, almost as if to prove a point. Before you can, though, there is the sound of a door closing, then locking, on the other line.
“Okay, now we’re alone. What are you wearing right now?”
Your eyebrows go skyward as you realize what was unfolding here. With a bit of a stutter, you tell them exactly what you were wearing, patting yourself down as if confirming what was on your body. On the other line, you hear a chuckle.
“That sounds adorable. Now… take it all off.”
Your eyes widen. Sputtering a somewhat shocked response, the voice on the other line laughs again before turning serious.
“You do it now, or I end this all right here.”
With trembling fingers, you undress. Once done, you tell the other party and they smile so wide, you can practically hear it in their voice. They seem so, so smug. And oddly enough, that turns you on. The heat grows between your legs as you lay there on your bed, silently awaiting a further order.
“That’s good, that’s good… Now, won’t you be good for me and touch yourself?”
You find yourself nodding, despite being just on the phone. Your hand starts at your collarbones, trailing downward to your chest. Slowly, slowly, it dips lower, towards the source of all the heat. Your fingers dance across your own skin, making for short, quick movements matched with longer ones that make you ache for more. At this point, you’re not going to bother hiding if you’re moaning. You moan out the other party’s name into the phone, loud and almost with purpose.
The phone goes incredibly quiet as you continue to just go to town on yourself. You’ve put the phone to the side and left it on speaker to allow yourself use of both hands – one teasing your chest while the other goes lower. With tightly shut eyes, you’re imagining someone else touching you in such ways, you’re imagining them touching you, making you moan like that. You’re imagining them looking on at you with hungry eyes as they work their fingers, their tongue on you, making you writhe and moan and mumble their name on repeat like a prayer, their look in their eyes primal and wanting nothing more than to make you cum again and again, shrieking out their name until the neighbours have to give you smug looks the next day, you’re just there and aching for their touch until finally,
“I-I… I-I’m cumming… !"
You come with a cry that didn’t really sound like a coherent word. But… you never announced that you were about to finish, did you?
Slightly dazed, you turn over to the phone and put it back to your ear. You can hear panting, a deep breath and suddenly – a slightly dissatisfied grumble. Did they just…?
"… This wasn’t in the plan. It’s your fault for being too damn sexy, y’know.”
You laugh. It takes a moment, but they laugh too.
“I’ll try to be home in 20 minutes. If you’re still up, we’re doing this all over again. So be ready, just in case. Okay?”
The phone shuts with a click. Well, it’s not like you can go to sleep now, can you?