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Taylor sat in her room, the soft glow of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolled through social media. She had been captivated by Travis ever since she saw him on his podcast a few days ago. The bracelet he had made her, with his number on it, remained a tantalizing symbol of their unfulfilled connection. Though she was torn about whether to text him, her curiosity and attraction only grew stronger.
As she navigated through his posts and videos, she found herself mesmerized by his hands so strong and expressive. Her mind wandered, imagining what it would be like to feel those hands on her skin. The more she looked, the more her imagination began to run wild.
She couldn't help but think about how his height added to his allure. Standing at over six feet tall, Travis had an imposing presence that was both intimidating and fascinating. Taylor's mind wandered to how his size might translate into other aspects of his physicality. She imagined what it would be like to be close to him, his height giving him a commanding presence in every way.
As she pictured him, she considered how his stature might affect his touch and embrace. The thought of him towering over her, his strong arms wrapping around her, made her heart race. The idea of his larger than life presence, his strength and confidence, was intoxicating. Taylor imagined how he might feel against her, how his height would give him a sense of dominance and protection.
These thoughts made her flush with desire. She imagined how he might gently guide her with his hands, his touch reassuring and firm. The fantasy of his height and strength added an extra layer of intensity to her daydreams. She found herself lost in these thoughts, the combination of his physical presence and the intimate possibilities stirring her deeply.
She could almost picture his fingers tracing delicate patterns, exploring every curve. The thought was so vivid that she muttered to herself, "Stop it, Taylor. Behave."
Despite her attempts to refocus, her imagination continued to drift. She visualized him being intimately close, his tongue gently tracing the words "mine" on her upper thighs." The thought of his touch, his presence, and the way he would treat her sent waves of excitement through her.
Sitting alone in her room, Taylor scrolled through TikTok videos of Travis, each one intensifying her emotions. She found herself overwhelmed by the fantasy of him, the way he might touch her, his kiss, his presence. As her thoughts became more vivid, she felt a wave of desire surge through her.
Unable to ignore the intensity of her feelings, she whispered, "God, what is happening to me?" Her body responded to the powerful emotions, and she felt an undeniable pull of attraction. The longing was so intense that she shifted restlessly, trying to find some relief.
Despite her efforts to distract herself, the thoughts of Travis persisted. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. The intensity of her emotions grew, and she could no longer resist the powerful wave of desire. Her breath quickened as she imagined the intimate moments they might share, her mind consumed by the thought of him.
She let out a shaky breath as she thought about him. Her fingers traced lightly over the soft fabric of her pajamas, imagining it was his hand moving over her skin.
"God, what would it be like if he were here?" Taylor murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes, letting her imagination take over. She imagined his strong hands exploring her body, his touch both gentle and assertive.
Her hand moved to her neck, mimicking the way she pictured his touch. She traced delicate patterns, pretending his fingers were guiding her movements. "God, i can almost feel his warmth," she whispered, her voice tinged with longing.
She allowed her thoughts to drift to his presence. In her mind, Travis was there, his hands roaming over her, his breath warm against her skin. She imagined his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hand traveled down her arm, each movement deliberate, as if she could feel his touch through her own.
"I bet his hands would feel so good". She thought. She imagined him leaning in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered sweetly, "You're mine."
As the fantasy deepened, Taylor's hand slowly drifted down to her shorts. Her fingers brushed over the fabric, feeling the warmth beneath. With a mix of eagerness and tenderness, she slipped her hand under the waistband, her fingertips grazing her skin. She imagined it was Travis's hand, exploring her with the same intensity and affection.
She let out a soft, shaky breath, feeling the growing heat and moisture. The imagined touch was so vivid that she could almost hear the soft sounds of her own arousal, the subtle wetness mingling with her breath. The quiet room filled with the gentle, rhythmic sounds as her fingers continued their exploration, mirroring the sensations she envisioned.
The sensation of her own touch, combined with the powerful fantasy, made her gasp. The room was filled with the soft, wet noises of her excitement, each sound echoing her building desire. The contrast between the physical reality and her imagined experience heightened the intensity, creating a deeply immersive moment.
Her moans grew louder as the waves of pleasure crested, the sounds of her arousal blending with her breathless cries. "Travis," she murmured, her voice a mix of longing and release, as she let herself be carried away by the fantasy.
Taylor's breathing grew uneven, her body responding to the vivid fantasy. "Yes, Travis, just like that," she whispered, her fingers moving faster in response to the imagined sensations. She could almost feel the pressure of his hands, the way his touch would make her shiver with anticipation.
The fantasy intensified, her mind creating waves of sensation that matched the urgency in her movements. "Travis," she moaned, the name escaping her lips as if he were right there with her. Her body tensed and relaxed in rhythm with the imagined touch, each wave of pleasure building to a crescendo.
As she continued, her moans grew louder, echoing her intense longing. "Travis, oh god, Travis," she cried out, her voice filled with a mix of passion and frustration. The imagined touch reached its peak, and she felt a powerful wave of release, both emotionally and physically.
Her fingers, still nestled beneath her shorts, were coated with her own warmth. She took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly as she removed her fingers. With a mix of urgency and satisfaction, she brought them to her lips, slowly sucking them clean. The taste of her own arousal only heightened her exhilaration.
Still flushed and breathless, Taylor grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She opened her insta and searched travis's name to send him a DM. Despite never having spoken to him before, her fingers trembled with determination as she typed out a bold message. The words, fueled by her recent fantasy and desire, appeared on the screen.
"Hey Travis, I just had an incredible fantasy about you, and I'm ready to make it real. Interested in joining me for a night of passion?"
She hit send, she knew Tree would kill her for sending this kind of message using insta, but she couldn't stop herself. Her heart pounded with a mix of exhilaration and apprehension, as she awaited his reaction. The shock of her audacious message hung in the air, her boldness lingering as she caught her breath from the recent release.
