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The Matthew Fantasies: Fantasy 1


copyright 2002, PYT


I lay across my bed absolutely naked in my room, pitch black save for the 
dim light seeping in through from the hallway, around the edges of the door 
frame.  Dark ringlets of my hair splayed out across my pillow.  On my back, 
eyes closed, deep, slow breaths escaping my lips.  You are my fantasy 
tonight...as you've been since the night after that first brief interview.  
If you believe anything, believe this: for as long as you've been a presence 
in my life, when i lay naked in my bed at night, and touch myself, I think 
of you and no one else, without fail.  When I climax, it's your name, 
"Mattheeeew...," that is whispered breathily through my full lips as i 
writhe, gripped in ecstacy, hoping that no one can hear me as i repeat it, 
over and again...that is pure truth.


Tonight, like all the others, I close my eyes.  I shut out the world around 
me, and meditate for five minutes.  I focus intensely, using every last 
scrap of power within my imagination to bring you here, to this room, to 
this bed, and tonight, like all the others, here you are.  Tonight, you're 
standing on my left, next to the bed.  I can practically feel your presence, 
your powerful life force over me, almost as if you're really there.  I feel 
your sexuality..your lust, your intensity, your passion..everything that 
drew me to you at the very beginning, which now seems so long ago.


You stand over me, looking down at me with those deep dark eyes, blackened 
in wild lust...with that look that just fucking turns me on.  My eyes rove 
over that body, that beautiful body, for which i've kicked myself a million 
times for not exploring further.  But this is my fantasy, and later tonight 
i'll get to linger over it all.  I glance up at your face...that jaw of 
determination, slackened in your heat..those soft lips, slightly agape as 
your ragged breath escapes it.  Then down to that beautiful neck...i could 
kiss it lightly or suck on it roughly, for hours...those broad, muscular 
shoulders.  Down to that firm rippled chest and torso, those strong, sinewy 
arms.  Further down, another glance, and there is my fantasy for tonight.


Those hands..the beautiful hands that grasp my small breasts so 
gently...that twist my nipples until I reach the brink of climax.  The 
strong hands that grab my full ass cheeks and squeeze and massage them for 
dear life.  Those fingers that feel like heaven running along my hot, wet 
slit, first gently, then roughly, then back again....that fuck my cunny into 
total submission, making me cry out for that beautiful, smooth, thick cock.  
They're at eye level, wrapped around that  thick cock now, and i'm finally 
getting to watch.


The thought of you masturbating in front of me has turned me on to no end 
for months now.  The vision of your hands wrapped around that big cock, 
pounding away, holding nothing back, no inhibitions between us, no 
shame...just honesty, freedom to be natural with one another..bringing 
yourself to climax in any way you please, looking me in the eye the entire 
time.  As you stood there over me, my juices began flowing.  I spread my 
legs, drawing up my knees a bit, as if at the doctor's office.  Your eyes 
hold mine as i run my fingers up and down my clean-shaven slit, dripping 
wet, all for you.


I look at your cock, at the noticeably weeping slit, and at the lust in your 
eyes, as you stroke it for me, and i want to suck you for all you're worth.  
But that can be done later.  I want to watch you for now.


You use the copious pre-cum to smoothly stroke up and down your shaft, so 
slowly, as we stare into each others' eyes, the friction feels so good for 
you, as you glide that hand up and down, from the hilt of your thick creamy 
shaft to the very tip, every inch giving off sparks that bring you closer to 
your peak.  You do that over and over again, soooo slowly, driving yourself 
mad, watching me do the same with my clit.  I pretend my fingers are yours, 
spreading my labia between my already spread legs, looking like the most 
wanton of girls.  I slide my fingers up and down my throbbing clit for you, 
staring lustily into those deep orbs of yours.  I take two, then three 
fingers, and slowly, so slowly fuck them into and out of my tight slit, 
sighing your name as I do every time, then bringing my fingers to my lips, 
tasting what you would if your hands were free.  You watch me fuck myself, 
and stroke yourself harder directly over me, sliding one of your hands over 
my tight body.  Gripping my breasts..caressing my smooth taut stomach, and 
never breaking eye contact.


I can see the tension building in your face.  Your cock is rock hard and 
you're stroking it tightly now..harder and faster.  You dip your hand 
between my legs, joining my fingers that are already there, and use some of 
my wetness to stroke yourself to climax.  I raise myself from the bed a 
little and grab your arm, drawing you down on top of me onto the bed.  I can 
see your face in mine in the dim light. Feel your breath, your lips brush 
against mine.  You want to pound into me now..but that can wait until later 
tonight...I roll you over onto your back, and prop myself up on one arm on 
my side so that i can continue to watch you in your aroused state.


You continue to thrust with deep, long, forceful strokes into your encircled 
fist, grunting with each upward flex of your hips.  You're so engulfed in 
the moment, so wild with lust now.  Your legs are bent slightly at the 
knees, and spread wider than i've ever seen them, which is turning me on to 
no end...you're stroking so hard now, fucking your hand so roughly, with 
your hips bouncing up and off the bed, over and over, your face a mask of 
lust as you gaze at me, out of control.  I love you like this...when you let 
go and just enjoy the moment.  I smile at you, and you manage a weak smile 
back, as you pant, never stopping your upward thrusting.. I lean over, still 
smiling and looking you right in the eye, and i caress your thick, heavy 
balls, flooded with your precious seed.


Your moans get louder, more familiar, and I know you're on the brink of 
climax. I pull your hand away, asking you to stop for a minute.  I have 
something else in mind for tonight's fantasy.  I recline onto my back again, 
and you raise yourself to straddle me.  You grip the headboard with your 
left hand, and with your right hand,  you continue to stroke your cock 
slowly, but thrusting hard, gripping it so tightly, right over my face, 
never breaking our gaze.  You moan, as one of my small hands resumes 
massaging your heavy sack, and the other rubs it's way around the head and 
the weeping slit as you continue to jack off for me. I can feel those 
beautiful balls tighten and draw closer to your body, as your breathing 
quickens, and your moans increase in frequency and volume.  You feel the 
pressure building deep in your balls, as I look up at you..you see all of my 
feelings for you in the way that I look at you..love, lust, admiration, 
confusion.  I keep fondling your balls as you pound into your tight fist, 
and you feel the first hot thick jet of cum blast out of your thick shaft, 
to land on my face.  You cry out, still stroking that beautiful cock, 
spurting more on to me.  Some lands on my lips, some on my breasts, even 
some in my hair, as you continue to grip your now softening cock.  You 
collapse on top of me, as i whisper in your ear how incredible that was, 
Matthew, and we take a breather before the rest of the night's activities 
commence.

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The Matthew Fantasies: Fantasy 2


copyright 2002, PYT


I'd just had a long day, and all I wanted was to take advantage of the 
anonymity that living in a large city can often allow one.  I'd already went 
home and changed out of my working attire into a stylish pair of tight 
jeans, and a fitted white oxford shirt with no bra underneath, and now I 
wanted to slide into some dark hole in the wall pub and go over my notes, 
drinking away the frustration of the day's events.  I got a seat on the 
crosstown express bus and took the half hour ride over to Sally's in Union 
Square.


I entered through the almost unnoticeable side door, and allowed some time 
for my eyes to slowly adjust to the dim lighting.  I grabbed my customary 
table at the booth towards the back, facing away from the door.  Tonight I 
just wanted to be alone.


Within five minutes, I was buried into my notes, reviewing the more general 
points of Thursday's presentation, and had placed my customary order for 
some strong brewed hard cider.  By the time i'd gotten through my second 
drink, i'd relaxed considerably, and changed my seating to the other side of 
the table, so that I could "people watch" --a favorite pasttime of mine.


I saw you come in. Nice height, hot ass, medium build..muscular, but not 
overwhelmingly so.  I watched you intently as you interacted with others.  
The way you smiled, touched their shoulders, looked them right in the eye, 
put others at ease. Your demeanor intrigued me.  A hint of aggression, a 
huge dollop of sexuality, and a tinge of sweetness.  To put it shortly, you 
were lots of fun to watch, in more ways than one.  As your body language 
indicated that you were about to turn to my direction, I quickly dove back 
into my books...there's a thin line that delineates "people-watching" and 
"staring"  that you quickly learn to not cross when you're in a major city.  
So I stopped my admiration of you long enough to get back into my notes.


I looked up several times to see if you'd caught the tail-end of my looking 
game, and apparently you had, as the cutest little grin was plastered on 
your perfect lips as you gazed in my direction.  I looked around me..nope, 
no one else here..yup, you're smiling at me...I smiled back, then slightly 
flushed that you'd caught me looking--always been kind of a shy girl--I 
buried my head again.


It must've been about 20 minutes later when I felt the pressure of my 
bladder against the waistband of my tight jeans.  I stood up, making my way 
towards the loo, when I realized with a twinge of disappointment that you 
were no longer there.  Whether or not anything would've happened, it didn't 
matter... it would've just made my day to at least have you smile that 
intriguing smile at me one more time, or take greater notice of some 
sort..."never mind--it's a big city, with plenty of fish..." I thought to 
myself, and headed for the unisex bathroom in the dimly lit back hall of the 
pub.


As I mentioned earlier, when I crave solitude, a hole in the wall is my spot 
of preference.  This hole in the wall was so small that only 1 tiny restroom 
was available.  As I rounded the corner of the hallway, encountering the 
restroom door, I yanked it open, as my bladder was calling out impatiently.


I stopped in my tracks as I saw the view less than 2 feet before me, 
slack-jawed.


"Well, you really do like to stare, don't you?" you stated in your husky 
voice while you turned to me.  You were just about done, so you tucked it in 
as I stood there speechless.


With less than a foot between us, you stood there facing me, zipping your 
fly and looking right into my eyes with that smile on your face.  I 
froze..not sure how to handle the situation.


You moved in closer, and i stood my ground, my back against the door, which 
had quietly swung shut behind me.


"I'm Matthew..you are?"


A little flustered, I looked away from your piercing gaze and stated my name 
in a near wimper...god i wanted you...  You were so close...and it had been 
so long.


"Well, Amanda, it's been great meeting you like this....i'm assuming you're 
here for the same reason that I am, so if you'll excuse me, I'll just make 
my way out the door behind you, and.."


I grabbed that beautiful face and I kissed his soft lips.


You have to understand that when I people watch, I try to look at every 
detail of them.  The contours of their faces, the tone and pitch of their 
voices..their movements..just the things that make that person individual.  
When I'd watched Matthew from across the bar, I paid no less attention to 
these things.  But time and again, my eyes were continually drawn to his 
mouth (although I also had some trouble keeping my eyes away from his 
crotch, but that's another fantasy!).  The curvy sensuality of those lips.  
The way they moved when his expression changed, when he talked, when he 
smiled..he seemed to have very expressive lips--that's not very common from 
the people I've seen.


So here I was trapped in this small space with this great looking guy, whose 
face--with those fabulous lips--was just inches from mine.  Clearly I 
couldn't resist the temptation.


Luckily for me, he wasn't as horrified as I thought he would be, and began 
kissing me back forcefully, pressing my body against the door.  I could feel 
the pressure of his body against mine.  My breasts crushed against his 
chest.  His already hard cock rubbing against my stomach.


I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I couldn't care less..I wanted this 
man, and I wanted him now!  I placed my hand over the front of his Dockers 
and massaged his hard cock, which now seemed to be at full mast.  He moaned, 
grabbing my ass hard through my jeans, and started biting his way down my 
neck to nip my braless tits through my white oxford shirt.


He then ran his strong hands over the crotch of my jeans, grabbing at my 
pussy, and feeling the growing heat there.  I gyrated against his firm 
touch, as he continued to bite and suck at my neck, then kissed me full on 
the lips.


I'd just met him, and yet this guy's touch was so right.  He knew what I 
wanted, and when to give it to me, and how hard or soft or fast or slow was 
necessary to get me off.  He was making me so damned hot, and all I could 
think of was ripping off those jeans and feeling his huge cock in between my 
tight folds.


I began to fumble with the buttons on my jeans, and when he realized my 
plan, he was swift to assist me with the unbuttoning of my shirt.  He spun 
me around, and in one swift motion, leaned me over the edge of the small 
bathroom sink.  He slid my jeans and white bikini briefs down to mid thigh, 
and began to knead and massage my ass, kissing and sucking at my neck.  His 
hands then reached around to my chest tweaking at my pointed nipples.


I could feel his thick cock pressing against the crack of my ass as he 
continued to lick and suck my neck and back.  He slid his right hand down 
from my tit, and loosened the belt on his slacks, then continued on to push 
them down to the middle of his thigh.


So there we were, my fantasy man and me, naked from the waist down in the 
bathroom of a tiny pub.  He poised his thick cock to the entrance of my 
throbbing pussy and dove right in like a madman, plunging in so hard and 
fast, then drawing out completely, then diving right back in...and plunging 
in and out like that over and again, making me cry out his name.  As his 
cock slid in and out, he used his right hand to flick and rub my engorged 
clit, and pinch at my nipples, rolling them firmly between his thumbs.


On each in stroke, I ground against his engorged cock, clenching my muscles 
along the length of it.  I climaxed time and again as the pounding 
continued, and as his breathing shortened and his moans became more intense, 
I knew that he was almost near his breaking point.  He didn't hold back, 
fucking me harder and faster until he could no longer take it.  He let out a 
long, loud moan (good thing we were all the way in the back of the bar!) and 
shuddered as his climax began.  He quickly pulled out, and stroked several 
hot spurts of jism onto my ass, gripping at my waist tightly with his left 
hand.


When we'd both come down from our peaks,  he pulled out some paper towels 
from the dispenser over the sink and tenderly wiped up the jism that he'd 
shot over my back and my ass. He helped me to dress, then proceeded to 
straighten up himself.  It took a few minutes for me to arrange myself and 
straighten my make-up, in an attempt to not look like some woman who'd just 
had the life fucked out of her in a dingy bathroom...I think I did an okay 
job of it.


We kissed our goodbyes, and each commented on the others' sexual prowess.  
But as we exchanged numbers, we knew that the formalities weren't necessary. 
  We'd both just shared one of the most intense fucks experienced by either, 
and the passion, that overwhelming sexual heat and intensity between us was 
just natural.  It was of an intensity that couldn't be ignored...but it just 
didn't seem like it could have been any other way between the two of us...


As we made our way into what we thought was an empty hallway, we made 
promises to call each other later in the week as the people in the long line 
that had grown during our 20 minute adventure fumed... We both scrambled out 
of there quickly, me after picking up my notes and downing the last of my 
cider, and you a few minutes later.  Then I hopped back onto the crosstown 
bus, and proceeded to write down the night's events in my journal..


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The Matthew Fantasies: Fantasy 3


copyright 2002, PYT


Laying in bed, the room darkened by the thick drapes, I feel sexy as hell 
this morning, remembering the compromising positions of the night before. I 
reach down between my legs and savor the throbbing ache that pervades my 
still wet slit..and the overwhelming contrast between the stretched fullness 
of just a few hours ago, and the extreme hollowness that is now it's state. 
You're the only man who's ever been able to bring out the wanton sex kitten 
in this notorious wallflower--moreover, you did it without even trying!--and 
for that you'll always be at the foremost of my sexual thoughts.  I can 
never control myself with you.


You grumble in your sleep, and i roll over to look at that sweet face that 
has become so familiar in my mind.  I've imagined you as being even cuter in 
the morning, if only for the reason that it intrigues me to think of what 
you're like when your defenses are completely down.


Knowing that you need sleep, but feeling mischievous and not able to help 
myself, I scoot over closer to you, and plant the lightest kiss right on the 
tip of your nose.  You stir a little, moving in closer to me.  I can't help 
but smile ear to ear as I feel your morning wood against my thigh.  I reach 
in again, and peck your lips, causing another moan to escape from you.  I 
burrow under the sheets a little, leaving a trail of light, dry kisses over 
your firm pectorals, then down a straight line to your perfect navel, where 
I linger a bit, speckling it with several light pecks.  You grumble 
something unintelligible, and i feel your hand gently pushing down on my 
shoulders.  I continue to kiss you lightly down past your navel now, and 
linger slowly at the top of your pubis, while i gently run the tip of a 
manicured fingernail down the length of your already turgid manhood.  You 
moan ever so softly.  I look up and your beautiful eyes are still closed, 
your soft pink lips slightly agape with pleasure.


Your left hand softly rubs against my right cheek and through my hair, as 
soft breaths escape your sweet lips.  I've been kissing my way slowly down 
still, and have now reached the very tip of your thick, hearty cock.  I lick 
my full lips and ever so softly, kiss your slit, letting the shiny drop of 
pre-cum roll onto my waiting tongue. I then suck the tip in...and I do mean 
suck...I love suctioning that thick, smooth head of yours.  I focus on the 
head for a bit, lapping at it, sucking it, rolling it around my mouth, 
flicking and licking at the underside with my tongue.


I push my head further down, tightening my lips further into a perfectly 
taut little "o."  I hear you moan more loudly, and feel your fingers 
caressing my lips gently, like a treasure, as they glide down your hardened 
shaft.  As i slide my pursed lips back up to the tip, suctioning so firmly, 
I look up at you..and your eyes are definitely open this time.  Those 
beautiful dark orbs are burning through me with such intensity and lust, I'm 
forced to look away in girlish awkwardness.  It thrills me and frightens me 
at the same time to be aware of the hold you have over me.  I'm yours...your 
baby, your fuck toy, your confidant, your lover, your best friend, your 
slut, your ally...any or all, whatever you want, you know that it's yours, 
Matthew.


I continue to suck your thick cock..up and down, fondling those heavy balls, 
filled with your hot seed.  But this morning, I want to add a little 
something extra.  I know how much you've been wanting me to deep throat 
you...I've never been quite successful with those attempts, but I've been 
learning more about it.  So this morning, I suck that beautiful cock of 
yours to the very back of my throat..when it hits my tonsils, i angle my 
head just so, and i swallow deeply.  I feel your thickness stretch my 
throat, and i swallow again, taking you further in.  I look up at you, this 
time holding your intense gaze..you appear to be quite pleased with my 
efforts, as you feel my hot, wet throat and mouth squeeze tightly around 
your throbbing manhood.  I place my right hand onto your firm, sexy ass, and 
draw you closer to me.  I start to slide my throat up and down along the 
length of your cock, squeezing you so hard.  My chin is at your balls, and i 
start to guide your ass and hips back and forth... I want you to fuck my 
mouth while I deep throat you, Matthew.


You slowly, so gently start to slide your cock back and forth, moaning 
quietly with each breath.  Your left hand rests on my shoulders, then slides 
it's way down to pinch and pull at my engorged, pointed nipples.  I can feel 
the pressure in your balls increase as they rest against my chin, while i 
suck you so thoroughly.  Your moans increase, as does your fucking motion, 
and you start to pound in and out a little harder, but careful not to hurt 
me.


As I continue to fondle your balls with one hand, I reach down between my 
legs and start to rub my clit with the other.  I'm so turned on at this 
point, with thoughts of your hot, white cum shooting down my throat..filling 
my mouth and leaking out at the corners as you continue to fuck my throat, 
that i'm almost beside myself.  I keep sliding my fingers along my engorged 
clit, then slide two fingers into my dripping slit.  I start to moan 
wildly..god, it feels so good for both of us..the moaning causing my throat 
to reverberate around your thick, hard cock.


I look up at you to see how hot you are, and the lust in your eyes has gone 
up exponentially.  As your eyes burn into me, covering every crevice of my 
naked figure as i lay below you, my eyes burning back into yours, my mouth 
stretched by your beautiful meat, my tits crushed against you, a nipple in 
your hand, my hands alternating between your balls and my slick, 
smooth-shaven cunt, you lose control, and with a cry, commence to cum deep 
in my throat.


I swallow as much as I can, and as you start to pull out, cock still 
spurting, your hot sperm trickles down my lips and my chin, as i try in vain 
to lap it all up.  You place your hands gently on both sides of my face, and 
guide it to yours.  As you start to suck my full lips, covered with your 
precious seed, you squeeze my ass, and rub my slit from behind, as you begin 
to coo sweet words to me.


What a perfect start to what promises to be a stressful work day.

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