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* author note – My lovelies, it’s been a while. Lately I’ve been debating substack? Thoughts?

Anyway. This story I wrote while hilariously high. On Wednesday actually. I have no idea if my math works out and it’s great or I was just tripping. I haven’t edited it. It might honestly be too weird. But if you do like it, please let me know cause I’m debating expanding this one to have more sex.
Thanks luvs *

It was a pretty ordinary Wednesday. Kissed the husband and children, sent them off to college and work respectively, made my lists for the day, and I’d gotten blisteringly high.
Look. Being a stay at home parent is HARD. Sometimes you just need to sidestep reality while your body is set to clean and function without you. That’s how intense the muscle memory of cleaning is, I don’t even have to be present for it!
I was bopping along to Ace of Base’s ‘I saw the sign’ while doing the dishes. I’m just belting it out, to music only I can hear, when something catches my eye.
Then I turn my head and there’s a man standing in my kitchen.
Let me be clear, as I’m writing this from the future, that I’m perfectly fine. Everything was consensual, also imaginary, and everybody involved is over 30. I’m actually 40 and this dude looked to be between 35-40. Ok? Cool. You can fill in the details yourself.
Anyway. I turn and look at this guy, just kinda wide eyed and hands buried in sudsy water.
“I knocked. Heard you singing, wanted to check you out. So I’m here” he gestured broadly at himself, emphasizing just how much larger than me he was.
“You HEARD ME SINGING?” I say, mouth dropping even further “that’s terrible! Wait, who are you? Why are you in my house?”
He was walking slowly towards me across the kitchen. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked gruffly. His tone is teasing but also.. somewhat menacing. He’s looming over me, smirking down.
“Did I MANIFEST you?”
This stops him, but only for a moment. Then his hands are wound up in my hair and he’s dragging my mouth onto his. I note he’s much taller than me, to do this he has to bend over me, pull me up onto my toes. He’s cupped one hand under my buttocks to both support and fondle me.
His kisses are hot enough that I forget my mind for a moment. I’m kissing him back, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, biting his lower lip, and pressing up up into the hardness of him. My hands are trapped between us and I’m glad for it, because I don’t know if I would push him away or pull him closer.
Now he’s pulling my hair back to expose my throat, which he explores with his tongue and teeth. It hurts, but in a way that makes the kisses so much more decadent. Bruising flesh under his fingers is more sensitive, as he grazes his teeth along the swell of a breast.
My mind does come back to me, and I manage a gasp and to say “I wrote a story about this happening. This morning”
He smirks at me and grabs my hand, drags me to the bedroom though I don’t protest. I also don’t wonder how he knew where the bedroom is. I suppose if I manifested him in a story I wrote this morning then he’d KNOW where the bedroom was because we’d been there before.
He pulls up my sports bra, tangling my hands in it, and pushes me back onto the bed. My leggings and underwear are next, I’ve managed to free my hands from the bra but he’s already on top of me.
He’s pinned my wrists above my head while he grinds against me, the texture and roughness of his jeans is achingly pleasant.
“Is this what I did in your story?” He asks, sitting up long enough to pull off his shirt.
“Oddly, yes” I say and he just chuckles, and without ceremony buries two fingers into my already wet snatch.
“Oh” he says, perhaps surprised at my warmth and wetness. His thumb brushes over and over my clit. I grind against his hand now, lost. His fingers are still, hard and pulling me up off the bed slightly. His thumb is relentlessly stroking and stroking me. The orgasm is hard and fast, overdue.
My mind is spinning. Is this cheating? If I made this guy up an hour ago, words tumbling out of me onto my phone as I ignored the laundry and masturbated furiously on the bed next to it.
If he’s just a moment from my imagination, then this can’t possibly be real. Every moment playing out as I’d imagined it, down to the specific worry that he wasn’t real.
In the time I’d debated this he was naked. His cock stood out, erect and surrounded by a nest of dark pubic hair. Before I could notice anything else he’s flipped me over onto my stomach. There were socks everywhere, I hadn’t finished the laundry yet.
He knelt between my legs and grabbed my hips, fingers dragging my ass backwards. I could feel the tip of his cock and I instinctively let out a moan and wriggled my hips towards him. His fingers found me again and he was burying himself in me brutally. He pushes my face into the duvet and pounds me. The rhythm is excruciatingly slow and I can’t anticipate his next thrust.
He’s figuring me out very quickly, altering his strokes so that I gasp out, adjusting the angle so that my vaginal walls clutch him in spasms.
(This is the point in writing this that I broke out the vibrator. One of the soft pink dildo ones. I wondered the penetration would help my writing but got distracted real easily.)
The orgasms rush over me. I cry out, my legs tremble. He relents for a moment but then begins again. His cock hammering into me over and over again.
Now he’s straddling one of my legs leg and scissoring his cock into me, holding my other leg against he chest. With his free hand he reaches out and massages my breast, pinching and squeezing a nipple between rough calloused fingers.
This angle is excruciatingly deep, it feels like he’s hammering at my very core. I scream in a mixture of pleasure mixed with pain. He’s not directly hitting my cervix but sliding over it, just enough to feel very vulnerable but not painful. I come again, and I feel him tense inside me. That final thrust drives my head almost off the bed entirely as I feel his hot warm cum explode inside me. His buttocks and back are tensed as he crumples, teeth clenched.
He leaves me in a puddle of semen, wondering when I’ll wake up.

NSFW: yes

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