By Lola Phillips… I met my hunk through Instagram. He liked a photo of a friend and his handle caught my attention – Funkyhunk9837.
Not for any particular reason really, but I was always looking to meet new people so I clicked. I was rewarded for my curiosity with some amazingly ‘hunky’ photos.
His Instagram page was filled with steamy shirtless photos of him, or with tight tops that left little to the imagination. His shoulders and chest looked hard and [email protected]:’y. I literally found myself drooling at the sight of a few.
For about a week after discovering my funky hunk, I did not follow him. A few times a day, I would take out my phone, and feast my eyes with photos of him.
I’d lick my lips and dream of running my finger down his hard chest. I gazed longingly at his v-line and bite my bottom lip with desire, curious about what was at the end.
Most of his photos showcased him showing off that [email protected]:’y line that I bet led to more amazingness beneath his shorts. I longed for him, and I cannot explain why.
He did not have the most attractive looks, but from the neck down, my pu$$y heated up at what I saw. Sometimes, I catch glimpses of his hard nipples and it was all I could do not to fall in my phone and give them a bite.
One night, while lying in bed and dressed in nothing but my panties, I gave in to the urge to take my desire for my secret crush to a whole new level.
I picked one of my favourite photos of him. In it he was lying in bed, wearing nothing but a light blue pair of shorts. His looked relaxed and as always, [email protected]:’y.
The light was not too bright, but bright enough for me to notice the outline of his chest, down to his waist. I can clearly see the hint of the hair starting from his bellybutton down into his shorts.
His face was not even in the photo at all, all that attracted me was his nipples, which always looked perpetually hard, and his abs. God, how I long to give him a stroke.
I closed my eyes and with one hand, set out to rubbing my breasts. I thought of my mystery hunk… his hands on me.
I thought of him kissing my neck and telling me how [email protected]:’y he found me. I thought of him lavishing kisses and sweet words down my neck to my nipples. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I stroked my already hardening nipples.
I touched both nipples until they were so hard, they literally poked my hands. I moaned “that feels good, baby” to the empty room.
My hunk was touching me exactly the way I liked and I could almost feel him in the room with me.
With one hand, I gently made my way down my belly to my inner thighs. By this time, the scent of my pu$$y juice had taken over my room.
I am not sure why, but catching a whiff of my arousal turned me on even more. I took off my panties and began stroking my inner thighs gently so my pu$$y will have some time to get ready.
I wondered if my hunk would stroke me this way, too.
I wonder if he’d find my pu$$y arousing and what his cock would do to me when I spread my legs wide to get F%%ked.
With my other hand on my boobs, I slowly made my way to my already dripping pu$$y. I massaged the top for a bit, then slipped a finger right into the wetness.
My finger was soaked with so much juice that it was slippery in seconds. I rubbed my wet finger around the outer part of my pu$$y, near my clit. I rubbed as I teased my nipples and tried not to scream with pleasure.
I wanted my hunk so bad. I wanted him to come into the room, grab hold of his big cock and make me beg for it.
I wanted him to spread my legs far apart and enter me, and make my world rock. Thinking about this, I slipped two fingers into my pu$$y and started F%%king myself in earnest.
My back arched in response and my head leaned back. I closed my eyes as I F%%ked myself and pleased my aching desire.
“Make me cum! Make me cum!” I groaned to no one but my imaginary hunk. I felt myself close to my climax.
My toes curled up and my legs were literally shaking with need. I slipped a third finger in, gave myself one last, deep finger thrust as I ejaculated all over my hands and my bed.
As, I lay there trying to catch my breath, I knew I have found my next lay. I will have my hunk’s cock in my mouth soon enough, I thought, as I picked up my phone and clicked the ‘follow’ button.