Dear Yuki-Onna,
I had my first dream about you in years last night.
It was as dirty as you are.
You came through my window like your ghostly self while I was sleeping, and then you slipped under the covers.
A shiver ran down my spine and I felt freezing through my bones, but instead of pulling away or trying to close the window, I remained still.
What? Don’t judge. I needed to feel the moment Yuki-Onna finally took my life.
But that’s not what you did.
Your hands slid up my thighs and you pulled my pants down. Your small hand wrapped around my dick and I became hard like a priest after abstaining for fucking years.
Again, don’t judge. I didn’t have a hold on my reaction.
In my defense, I never thought you’d attempt to seduce me or view me inappropriately like in some scenario of your favorite hardcore porn.
Anyway, my dick was definitely not having an existential crisis when your tiny hands wrapped around its length, and I might have been on the verge of coming when you struggled to fist your palms around my huge cock.
I could tell you’re not really that experienced despite all the kinky scenarios you told me about, and that might have turned me on harder until my abdomen contracted and I had to grit my teeth.
But then you put me in your mouth, and, fuck me, it was like touching a piece of heaven as I was plummeting into hell. Your little tongue licked the side and you swallowed the precum like you waited your entire life to do it.
And fuck, I almost came down your sweet throat like a pubescent kid who was touched for the first time.
I couldn’t stop watching the up and down of your head as you took me all the way to the back of your throat, using your tongue, lips, hands, and every fucking part of your body. Even the swish of your dark hair against my thighs was a stimulation I didn’t think I needed.
And the worst part? Even when you struggled and seemed to be choking on my dick, you didn’t stop. Not even close, not even a little. You kept going and going, swallowing my dick like a champ who was chasing her next trophy.
And just when I thought you did succeed in sucking my soul through my dick like a succubus, you looked at me.
Your eyes were droopy and your cheeks were flushed, and you had this look of challenge mixed with seductiveness.
And you bet your fucking ass that I rose up to it and hit the back of your throat until you spluttered and made these sounds that shoved me all the way down to my designated spot in fucking hell.
I came all the way down your little throat and you swallowed as much as you could, but my cum still dripped down your chin and coated those beautiful lips, smudging the red lipstick all over your face.
You marked by my cum as you gulped it down is a sight I will never forget.
Best imaginary blowjob I’ve ever had.
But like any dream, I woke up and you weren’t there. I couldn’t be a dick and torture you to orgasm.
I couldn’t even imagine touching you.
Funny, right? We used to talk about porn like two boys who stole their dads’ dirty magazines, but we never really talked about it between each other.
But you went ahead, appeared in my dreams, and blew me as if you had every right to.
You don’t, Yuki-Onna.
Next time, just stick with sucking my soul.
Thanks, but not really,
Akira
