Fancy That!


Our favorite response to the survey question, “Do you have any sexual fantasies?”

Both parties have freely consented to everything that is occurring in this fantasy that involves a famous rapper beforehand:

“Whose bed are you sleeping in? Someone’s been hiding you. Where have you been? You deserve rounds tonight, come through girl you deserve rounds tonight.”

It’s been a long Friday. My headphones broadcast his sensual voice to motivate my tired mind. The gentle spring rain outside mirrors my own gloom, while darkened clouds cast mysterious shadows over the uneven cobblestones. I try not to trip as I avoid the puddles, but thinking about my unavoidable psets breaks my concentration. With a vibration, a text from him replaces his album cover. “I know you’ve got a roommate, call me when there’s no one there. Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there. I’ll be hitting all the spots you ain’t even know was there.” My breath catches in my throat, imagining his hands slowly lifting my skirt. He would kiss every part that the rising hemline skims with his flawless lips, teasing my upper thigh by trailing his tongue and lightly biting the skin.

I swiped into my house, the best house at Harvard, and the breeze from the heavy door caressed the goosebumps that my thoughts caused. As I turned the key to enter my dorm room, I heard someone seductively say “let’s get carried away.” It was him!

I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist to have a better angle to kiss him and his neck. He ran his hands across my back, pressing harder once my mouth met his. “Lips so French, ass so Spanish,” he moaned, squeezing my butt. He set me down on the edge of my bed and nudged my knees apart with his.

“When I see potential I just gotta see it through. If you had a twin, I would still choose you,” I told him invitingly. “I don’t wanna rush into it if it’s too soon. But next time we fuck I don’t wanna fuck, I wanna make love,” he responded, making my inner hotline bling.

He stood between my outstretched legs and bent down to my sitting level. His index finger slipped between my lips, which I sucked until he replaced it with his own tongue and brushed the wetness along my inner thigh. His head dipped between my collarbone and neck ever so often as we made out.

Anticipation flushed my body. I slowly took off my shirt, leaving my lacy bra, black skirt, and dampened panties. He admired my body with a “girl you look good won’t you back that ass up,” pulling me closer and spinning me around so my I could feel how hard he was with my butt. “Guess whose it is? It’s yours. Own it, baby, own it, it’s yours. Own that shit.” I grinded harder into him, nestling his dick. I arched my back when he reached up to cup my breasts, instinctively pushing into his enthusiastic hands. He unclasped my bra for better access, using his mouth to stiffen my nipples. His tongue flicked the tips of my boobs before sucking as much as he could into his hungry mouth.

“Nothing is what I can picture you in, let me lay you down,” he whispered. I lounged naked, face down on the bed, watching him confidently take off his OVO t-shirt and jeans. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out edible massage oil. Its fragrance wafted through the room, mingling with the scent of our desire. His strong hands began working the knots in my muscles, grazing my shoulders, drifting down my spine, molding my ass, and working my curves. Turning me around, he worked the oil into my tits, nourishing them with the shiny liquid. Droplets cascaded down my hardened nipples when my chest quivered in pleasure.

He glided his fingers across my pussy lips, which were glistening with excitement. I shivered in response to his touches that spread my wetness around my clit. He played with my ass as he dragged his tongue to the place his hands had just been. He varied pressure, clinging his lips to my pussy and expertly darting the tip of his tongue into me, then out of me and around my clit. Creating a moist zig-zagging path across my lower region, he flattened his tongue and made his way to my outer thigh and ass cheek before going back to my pussy and repeating the entire process over and over again. I bit into the pillow to contain my groans and instinctively gripped his face with my thighs as he buried his tongue deeper into my dripping slit. With a delicious shiver, I came.

“Got your body so wet, now we’re finally here in person. I taste pain and regret, in your sweat. You’ve been waiting for me,” he murmured seductively. “All those other men were practice for you,” I uttered, still on a high and slightly out of breath. He cuddled me against his chest, but I wasn’t finished yet. I reached down to stroke his dick, cherishing how solid it was. I couldn’t wrap my hand completely around its girth, and its length was perfect. He was lying down on his back, so I straddled his chest to take him in my mouth. My butt faced him – he fondled my ass, appreciating the way it shook in his hands. I swirled my tongue around the swollen tip, sucking gingerly before bobbing up and down. He tasted like Tuscan leather. I licked back and forth in tight curves, tightening my lips and increasing in speed.

“Ohh you good with them soft lips… the square root of 69 is 8 something, right? Cuz I’ve been trying to work it out,” he took my soaked pussy in his mouth again. After some time, I stood up against the bed and motioned for him to come behind me. Kissing the back of my neck and rubbing himself against my wetness, he embraced me from behind. He pressed my back down, bending me at the hips and pushing my top half onto the bed. I felt the head of his dick play with the moisture around my pussy before it pushed into me. My opening expanded little by little, gripping his cock as more went in. I felt the walls of my pussy clench and unclench in longing as his dick filled every corner of me. He pulled out gradually, only leaving a little inside me and worked himself in again, feeling my pussy drawing his thick cock deep inside of me. We both reveled in the thrill of our bodies’ passion. He held my hips, grasping and moving them faster soon after I started rubbing my clit. “I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi.” I felt my orgasm building from his erotic voice. “Say my name, say my name, wear it out,” he challenged, patiently waiting for me to finish before he did, “let me make you say my name.” That did it. I climaxed loudly, happily losing myself to sensations and pussy contractions. He picked me up and began pumping in and out of me in missionary position, with his arms tightly around me, until he also finished.

“Low key, or maybe high key, you’re all I ever wanted. Baby, you’re my everything. You’re the fucking best, you’re the best I ever had. Why has it been so long? I think I’d lie for you. I think I’d die for you,” he said sincerely.