A few months ago, I started getting my coffee from Java Joe’s, this little drive-thru coffee place. One day, a new employee waited on me. All the other people who work there are girls, but this time, I had a young guy wait on me. I thought he was a real cutie-pie. He has longish brown hair and big, soulful brown eyes. He’s kind of small, not much taller than me and not very muscular. He was just the cutest thing, maybe about 20 or 21 years old. I wanted to pick him up and put him in my pocket.
Well, fast forward a few weeks. Me and my husband are doing our thing. I’m having a good time, but I know I need a few dirty thoughts, just to make sure I “cross the finish line” if you know what I mean. So I close my eyes and cast around for a thought and then BAM! this image pops into my head of this kid! And not just some thought of me and him having sex. No, the image that popped into my head was of this really cute young guy, on his hands and knees, his butt sticking up in the air, cherry red and mottled, like he’d just received one hell of a good spanking. And then next thing you know (and I swear I have no idea where this idea came from), I’m actually fucking him, like with a strap-on or something. And not very gently, either. And this thought just really turns me on. I don’t know why. It’s completely out of the blue. But since I like it, I just keep rolling with it.
I’m thinking now about the actual spanking part of the fantasy. The part that I had somehow missed when I popped into it. But now I’m thinking about what it must have felt like to slap his tight, round ass, over and over again. All his little whimpers. I think about him getting more and more turned on, the longer the spanking goes on, the redder his ass gets. I think about all of this as I’m fantasizing about fucking him.
Then, as I’m fucking him, I start to taunt him. I tell him that when I’m through with him, I’m going to put him down on his knees and make him suck off a real man. And he hates that thought, but I know he’ll do it anyway, just because I’ve told him to. And with that image in my mind, the image of him down on his knees, sucking off whatever guy I bring to him, sucking him off reluctantly but submissively, with that thought I’m there. Fucking fireworks and rockets are exploding everywhere.
And then, I just lay there feeling absolutely, positively disgusted with myself. What kind of person am I? How could I have such horrible thoughts about some cute, little guy?
And now, of course, I’ve stopped going there for coffee. I can’t even stand to look the guy in the face. Every time I do, all I can think about is that bizarre fantasy that just popped into my head.
Anybody else ever have a bizarre, completely random fantasy about someone they know very casually, and has it ever caused them so much embarrassment?