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| A PRODUCTION OF SEXUAL FRUSTRATION by Wren A short, unshaven man stared at the telly scratching his hip. Next to him was a leggy brunette, staring at the telly with an unusual intent, but there was a great space between them on the couch. It wasn't as though the program was interesting or anything, it's just that the two couldn't look at each other. At least, not while one was looking at the other. They both had crazy immense crushes on each other, but they were both terrified of each other at the same time. James was scared he'd say something that would get him slapped, because Yesenia was unfortunately the type of difficult room-mate that would take EVERYTHING personally, and not in the good way. Yesenia, the leggy brunette, felt extremely self conscious in front of James. She was madly crushing on him, but dared not say anything seeing him with girls that made her look frumpy in comparison. She sighed and turned to the telly. James glanced down at her long, beautiful legs. He examined her up and down, warily of her contact, slowly undressing her with those eyes burning with lust. He started with those ragged jeans she always wore around the house. He'd never seen her undressed, so he incorporated things he enjoyed in his fantasies, such as lack of undergarments. He imagined slipping those awful, cumbersome jeans revealing her clean, shaved petals. He thought of so many things he could do to her with those thick fingers of his. He had to break from fantasy for a bit so he could adjust his crotch. Then that silly tank top. It showed so much of her cleavage why did she bother wearing it? James contemplated this, then considered ripping it completely off, revealing her bountiful, perky tits. He smiled very dopily at the image in his head as he readjusted his crotch some more, going as far as crossing his legs. He wanted so badly to straddle her. He would hold her down by the shoulders and give her the pounding of a lifetime, gently sucking her beautiful mounds, biting and torturing each nipple until they were tender. Yesenia's moans would intensify until she was too weak, barely coherent from this alleged pounding of a lifetime. He would only withdraw to kneel down and gently start flickering his tongue against her eager, dewy clit. He would hold her legs open as he heard her moans grow louder and felt her thighs twitching against his ears. He would fondle her breasts, pinching and teasing her tender, sensitive nipples as he stroked her clit with his tongue. He would suck and nibble very delicately as her thighs lock in position, almost paralyzed. Her moaning would increase until she said those magic words James so desperately wanted to hear. "Fuck me James!" "I'm sorry, love. What was that?" James would say. "Please James, I'm begging you! Fuck me!" Yesenia would scream. "Oh I love it when you beg, you little tart." James hissed playfully. Next thing she knew, she'd be slammed against the wall as James would bury his throbbing cock into her. He'd bury his face against her neck, biting and sucking her soft flesh, kissing her down to her breasts. That still wouldn't be enough for James. He wanted to slap her tits around, pounding harder into her. Then she would grab his hair and begin hungrily kissing him as if it was the last thing she could do. He'd suck on her tongue as he held her harder against the wall, supporting her legs over his arms, he would be holding her in mid air as he fucked her rough, the way he'd always dreamed of giving it to her. James snapped out of his fantasy long enough to find Yesenia giving him the oddest look. "You okay, man? "Yeah, love. Fabulous." James moves his staring to the telly, which just happened to be showing Wild Kingdom...specifically two ostriches fucking. James promptly takes the remote and starts flipping through the channels. "I think we've watched this crap long enough." He stammers, chuckling nervously. "Yeah really." Yesenia agrees, eyeing him as though he was on drugs, secretly relieved that he took the initiative to change the channel. Yesenia moves her glance down to his hands. They looked so strong and masculine, but she bet they were very soft. She wanted him to put the remote control down and leap at her, constricting her to submission. She loved a dominating man, but considering the height comparison between her and James, which was nearly five inches difference, she never bothered pursuing it. She always felt she made James feel small. I bet he's not small where it counts! Naughty Yesi! She giggles softly. "Yesenia, love. It's an autopsy program." James looks at her oddly. "What's so funny?" She snaps out of her state of fantasy and sees that he's right. "What the hell are you watching this for anyway?" She grabs the remote and switches to the Sci Fi channel. Back to the hands. She wanted those hands to explore every inch of her body, and they would start by undoing her fly and slowly removing her pants. Then, they would ease up to her panties and all of a sudden, rip them off before she could realize it! He would lay upon her so she couldn't move...not that she'd ever want to. His strong, masculine hands would explore the front of her tank top until all of a sudden she felt her shirt being ripped open before she had a chance to squeak. Now she would be completely naked before him and at his mercy, and she would fucking love it! So much that she wanted to make it more exciting, so she would struggle underneath him until he fell off the couch. She would run to the bedroom screaming as James would chase her. They would meet at the corner of the bedroom. She'd be trapped. She'd giggle nervously as James zeroed in on her, like a lion to his prey. "Why do you bother fighting me?" James would chuckle. She'd teasingly try to keep her modesty, covering her breasts and petals with her arm and hand, respectively, which she imagine would result in James bursting out in arrogant laughter. She'd respond to that with a teasing look of terror. Suddenly, he'd grab her waist and fling her on to the bed, but the fun doesn't stop there. She'd continue teasing him by trying to keep her legs shut, but James is so strong, he successfully pries her legs open and moves in between before she could shut them again. She'd giggle madly until he slipped two thick fingers between her legs and gently moved them in and out. This would drive Yesenia mad. At this point, she'd be hanging off the side of the bed. She'd be paralyzed by James' touch. She shivered in delight imagining his hands holding her up by her back. He would then thrust deep inside her, causing her moans to increase as she threw her head back. This only would encourage James to thrust harder. He'd hold her close to him and bite gently on her neck. He'd growl profusely, with her feeling his hot breath against her face as he pounded the everlasting fuck out of her for hours. Yesenia grinned cheekily, supporting her face with her fist like a lovestruck teenager. She quickly thought to herself...sometime in between all this, his pants would come off. Oh yes. You need his pants off in order to get the everlasting fuck pounded out of you, right? Snapping back to reality, she realized that all this time, she'd been tugging on one of her straps...and James had been watching. He lights himself a cigarette. "Wanna come closer?" He stammers as he nervously flickers his lighter. Yesenia kindly smiled and cuddled with him on the couch, her head and shoulders resting on his lap as he played with her hair. And to think this story, unlike the narrator, does have a moral. It does, really. Filthy slapass porn sex may be all in our minds, but all one really needs sometimes is a warm cuddle in front of the telly in order to feel good. However, in the narrator's filthy filthy mind, the slapass porn sex comes later! The narrator said "comes." THE END. <<< Wren's stories |