Tarasia {Short Stories}

26: Crave

Enjoy! All mistakes are mine. NSFW!

Fantasia had always had a strong sexual appetite. Sometimes it almost felt like a sickness. She craved sex, sex, and more sex. So she didn't understand why she had been cheated on in her last real relationship. It was mind-boggling. She had given that woman everything. It hurt for a while, but she got over it by getting under someone else. And that had become the story of her life ever since. Don't let anyone get close; just fuck them.

Fantasia's erotic thoughts, urges, and fantasies were powerful enough to damn near drive her insane. She often had someone on call to help her tame those desires—a roster of sorts. But lately she was craving something new, or rather someone new. And she was determined to have her. The impulse wouldn't go away until her craving was curbed, and the only way that would be possible was for her to get who she wanted. Taraji.

Taraji P. Henson was a vision, a fantasy come to life. She commanded attention with her mere presence. Fantasia watched the woman across the room laughing and talking with her best friend Tasha. At some point in time, Fantasia wanted to fuck Tasha as well. But she knew if she fucked one friend, she wouldn't get the opportunity to fuck the other. And Taraji was her goal; she had been for years. But unlike the other women at the company who just threw themselves at Fantasia and worshipped the ground she walked on, Taraji wasn't as impressed. Well, at least she didn't show that she was interested.

Fantasia fixed her stare on Taraji. The older woman was undeniably beautiful. Her caramel brown eyes, framed by dark lashes, seemed to hold a depth of emotion that immediately drew Fantasia in. Everything about Taraji screamed perfection. She was flawless in her own right—gorgeous, driven, talented, and fine as wine. Fantasia was wildly intrigued by her because Taraji exuded grace and confidence.

Fantasia wanted Taraji. No, she needed her. She craved her and admired her. Their age difference didn't matter at all; Fantasia had an old soul, and she always preferred seasoned and experienced partners anyway. That was why the young broads she fucked kept getting shuffled around. She hated trying to teach them how to be fucked by her; she wanted someone who was going to match her hunger, her desire, and her aggressive nature. And Taraji was indeed that woman; Fantasia was certain of that.

Fantasia was addicted to Taraji. If you asked her, she would say differently, but it was evident. Sometimes she practically dreamed of having Taraji underneath her while she drilled into her soaking wet pussy over and over again. Right now Fantasia was looking at Taraji as a challenge to be conquered, but later she would find out that during her quest to do so, she would become the prey.

It was time for Fantasia to make her move. She was stunned by the beauty of the woman in front of her. There was just something that called out to her, something about Taraji that said, Come get me if you want me. During Fantasia's stare session, Taraji had caught her gaze. Their eyes were piercing into one another's, and then the older woman winked at Fantasia. That had never happened before, so Fantasia didn't want to miss her chance. She always got what she wanted; getting Taraji wasn't about to be any different.

Tasha had left Taraji standing alone in the breakroom. So, Fantasia approached her, coming to a stop right behind her. She inhaled Taraji's scent. It was such an alluring fragrance—feminine, seductive, and intoxicating—it made her feel naughty. She smirked when the woman took a step back. Her pelvis now pressed against Taraji's ass. There was no one else around, so Fantasia bent down and took the older woman's earlobe into her mouth, nibbling on it just a bit and making Taraji moan. Got her. Fantasia thought to herself. But was Taraji really the one who had been captured?