The Roommate Fantasy
This is a fantasy that I’ve been wanting for some time now. You’ve probably figured it out already, so no real surprises here.
Whatever the circumstances are, she and I end up sharing apartment space. A couple months pass and we’re settled into each other’s rhythms. She works a stable weekday schedule and I have the odd working hours. It’s a well oiled machine; cleaning days, and rent payments.
The building of tension?
Maybe it’s as simple as sailing between each other in our cramped kitchen for that morning cup of coffee? Intoxicating body scents tickling our olfactory nerves? Body parts brushing up against each other briefly; quick turns to hide our blushes. Do I bring up that I overheard her moaning through our thin walls? Does she bring up that she browsed through my porn tabs on my laptop? We’re not mind readers, but we keep to ourselves.
The inciting incident.
Maybe she’s back from a crappy day of work or perhaps her date cancelled on her for the um-teenth time. She’s returned to the apartment and there’s a meal at the dining table, her meal.
“I made you dinner, hope you like it”, I yell from my room,” I already had mine”.
She finishes her dinner and places the dishes in the sink. She enters my room and finds me at my desk playing a video game.
I’m tapped on the shoulder. I turn my head and I’m a little perplexed. She’s on her knees besides me. She rotates my swivel chair and runs both her hands up my thighs.
“Did you like dinner?” My voice quivers as she unbuttons my pants.
“Dinner was great,” she responds, her eyes locked on to my crotch,” thanks for making it but…”
Zzzziiiipppppp
“I want dessert,” her eyes shifting upwards, finally looking into mine.
Whatever the circumstances are, she and I end up sharing apartment space. A couple months pass and we’re settled into each other’s rhythms. She works a stable weekday schedule and I have the odd working hours. It’s a well oiled machine; cleaning days, and rent payments.
The building of tension?
Maybe it’s as simple as sailing between each other in our cramped kitchen for that morning cup of coffee? Intoxicating body scents tickling our olfactory nerves? Body parts brushing up against each other briefly; quick turns to hide our blushes. Do I bring up that I overheard her moaning through our thin walls? Does she bring up that she browsed through my porn tabs on my laptop? We’re not mind readers, but we keep to ourselves.
The inciting incident.
Maybe she’s back from a crappy day of work or perhaps her date cancelled on her for the um-teenth time. She’s returned to the apartment and there’s a meal at the dining table, her meal.
“I made you dinner, hope you like it”, I yell from my room,” I already had mine”.
She finishes her dinner and places the dishes in the sink. She enters my room and finds me at my desk playing a video game.
I’m tapped on the shoulder. I turn my head and I’m a little perplexed. She’s on her knees besides me. She rotates my swivel chair and runs both her hands up my thighs.
“Did you like dinner?” My voice quivers as she unbuttons my pants.
“Dinner was great,” she responds, her eyes locked on to my crotch,” thanks for making it but…”
Zzzziiiipppppp
“I want dessert,” her eyes shifting upwards, finally looking into mine.
5年前
