My Wildest Dreams by @LibertyWaltz
So, I’m not sure it’s the wildest ever, it’s certainly tame compared to some people, or even compared to some of my supernatural fantasies. But one of the most important fantasies I have is the fantasy of having remote vibrator inside me, in public, as a lover teases me.
The first time I really had this fantasy was when I was at university and it’s probably my ideal setting. At that time remote vibrators were really starting to take off in my fantasies and in the media. There were remote vibrators all over the camming sites and the wave of public camming, before it was forbidden, was hitting its stride.
It was everywhere and I wanted a part of it. So, I started fantasising about it, a lot. I even played with myself at University. Just with my fingers at first and eventually with my own vibrating egg. I loved it but was very careful. I was too nervous of being chucked out. It only happened when there was no one around. But that occurred pretty regularly at a certain time, in a certain study centre. Yes, I went there regularly at those exact times during my university years.
There were times where one or two people were around and they were some of the most sexually exciting moments I’ve ever had.
That brings me onto my fantasy. The expansion of this playing, this exhibitionism, would be to have someone else in control and to have it be not so empty in that study room. Not so safe. I imagine my lover being far away, unable to see me, but connected to my toy.
It would be hot to have them watch me from afar as they tease me, but having them completely unaware of any predicament or danger I am in but teasing my pussy all the same is something I find inescapably erotic.
I would put it inside me, go to university, find a quiet corner of the study centre, set myself up to “work” and then wait. I’d probably have to wait a little while; I might get bored and try to work on studying or writing. And that is when a buzz would hit me.
My struggle to contain my reactions would be easy at first with those little buzzes, but more difficult as time went on. I can get pretty obvious sometimes. I flush so easily and have a tendency to bite my lip when I’m aroused without realising. I imagine my lover far away, teasing me, while someone very close by watches. Interested, but confused.
They would see someone and not believe it. Were they simply fooling themselves? Believing in their own fantasies? She was squirming a lot, and is so red faced, and oh the face she is pulling is… But surely no one would really do that. Not here. With all these people. Not a cute, studious girl like her. She wouldn’t do such a lewd, sexual thing. But I would be doing that. I’d be doing exactly that.
I’d be built up my intermittent and growing vibrations. Slowly, gently, inevitably I’d be built up until it all became too much for me. Until I came. Loudly, and obviously, soaking the seat, if we lived in a world with no consequences. But if not, then with great struggle, with my hand over my mouth and my legs crossed so hard they hurt. That’s how I’d love to cum.
And, of course, I would have to walk home with my wet underwear, my shaking and weak legs barely holding me. As well as informing my lover about what they had made me do and how much I’d loved it. Both those parts are crucial to ending it ideally.
And if that silent observer were to stop being so silent and say “hi”, that wouldn’t be too bad either. Maybe even throw in a seductive, “I know what you did, and I loved every second of it” too. Just for good measure. Just to really get me going.
And maybe, just maybe, if I’m very lucky, while I was talking to them, I’d feel a certain familiar buzz start up again. And steadily grown in strength. I’d start to bite my lip again then, that is for sure.
Thank you for reading.