Electric Switchy Fantasy (Written Post) (Patreon)

I’m gonna ease myself back into writing with a switchy fantasy! Switching was my absolute favorite kink when I first started making audios, so I decided to do a lil’ horny throwback ^.^ This is a fantasy about competitive friends that have been flirty for a long time. One where sexual tension is constantly in the air, but neither of us wants to admit it. Until one day, after talking casually about sex, you decide to sit in my lap, expecting just to get a reaction out of me and back down. But one thing leads to another and leads to another and... well lemme just write the thing :p

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Every hair on my body bristles with electricity as you slide into my lap. The tension between us had always been thick, a desire I could feel pulsing through my veins with every heartbeat. I wanted you and you clearly wanted me. We were just friends though and never took it too far. We’d push each other’s buttons to get as much of a reaction as possible, but always knew just when to back off. This time though something was different. Something in the air just felt off, like a pressure drop before an approaching storm. I could hear your smirk as you leaned in to whisper into my ear. “You want this, don’t you?”  And as the defiance crackled through me, I knew what it was. This time, neither of us was going to back down.

My mind jolts at every touch, every agonizing wiggle of your ass. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold a straight face for long. My last breath of common sense was like a withering gust of wind holding out against an encroaching storm. My heartbeat like the pattering of rain rising in my chest. I could imagine how I wanted you then. A million little images of you splayed out in front of me. A million ways to have you to myself. A million ways to destroy you.  

Your fingertips drag along my cheek, sparks dancing along your fingertips. Coaxing the storm forward, every touch a beacon beckoning it to consume us. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” I mutter breathlessly. But the second the words left my lips they were gone. Whipped away by the violent winds; a purposefully ignored warning.

My eyes darken ominously as you lean forward and I sense a twinge of fear flutter in your eyes. A sense of weakness behind the flirty façade. Your lips meet mine with a tentative softness quickly building to match the fervent tension in the air. As your tongue snakes out to meet mine, a low growl emanates from deep in my throat like a crack of distant thunder. My hands jolt forward to pull you in and I sink my teeth into your neck soft with a single-minded heat. As you arch your neck in surprise, I wrap my lips around your ear, cooing with a light hint of condescension, "I hope you know what you're doing."