Alicia’s Intimate Encounter: A First-Person Fantasy

On the image she sent me, it looked blotched with tiny dark spots. Vxxx Oh, how soft and loveable it was! In embarrassment, I adjusted it before getting in. She never called me by name again; it was always “baby”. Some women have called me handsome, but they all say I have great eyes, “bedroom eyes they call them” whatever the hell that means. So we planned to meet at the coffee-shop at noon, and we gave each other descriptions of the vehicles we would be driving. I excitedly opened my mouth and inhaled the fingers she offered, taking them deep within my mouth. It wasn’t the sharpest picture, and a strange thing in her picture was her skin. I tasted and touched every part of her wonderful mouth my tongue