The View From My Knees

In my recent post about my experience at Burning Man, I told you about one particular string of experiences. As I mentioned, this only scratched the surface of the amazing time I had at the event. Some of the other major highlights of my week in the desert were the amazing new friendships that formed. My relationships with some friends became closer, and I formed close new relationships with people I’d just met. One new friendship, in particular, left a very big impression on me. I met a wonderful man with whom I shared a very special connection. We became enamored with each other in only a few days, but never had the chance to express those feelings physically. Of all the goodbyes I said on that last day, his was the most difficult. He was in my thoughts throughout my entire 15 hour drive home, and, as soon as I had settled in, I sat down and wrote the following fantasy for him.

I should have given you a proper goodbye when I had my chance. You were bound by your wrists in front of your tent, ready to do my will or devour me – whichever I chose. But you didn’t expect either. You were content with the moments we’d already shared and patient for what might come in the future. A week, a month, a year – we didn’t know when we’d see each other again, but you knew it would happen when we were ready. I, on the other hand, am not patient. When I want something, I want it now. And I wanted you at that moment.

Our kisses felt so good, and my knees got weak when you sucked on my neck. Sneaking peeks at my campmates, I knew they wanted to leave, and my guilt was overwhelming my desire. If only I’d known how much I’d regret the choice I would make. I felt goosebumps on my thighs as I removed the bindings that had been playfully applied to your wrists. It felt so wrong to be leaving this way, with so much unfinished business. I wanted to take you inside of your tent. I wanted to lay you down on your bed, still bound, and make you watch me undress.

As I sat in the car, I imagined how I would have kneeled over you and kissed you passionately before removing your clothes. I squirmed in my seat as I thought about running my fingers, and then my tongue, up and down the shaft of your hard cock. Not having the patience for foreplay, my fantasies quickly skipped to the main event. I pictured myself kneeling over you and sliding myself down onto your cock. I’d unhook your hands so that you could run them along my body as you pleased, stopping to cup my breasts or caress my face.

I found it hard not to slide my hand up my skirt as I fantasized about riding you. I closed my eyes and saw my hips moving on top of you, my clit rubbing your pelvis with each unbelievable thrust. I would have been unable to keep quiet, and my moans – perhaps both of ours – would be heard by envious passersby. I’d lean down and kiss you passionately, sending me – us- even closer to the edge. We wouldn’t have had much time, but we wouldn’t have needed it. Before long, I’d be thrusting my hips up and down so wildly that we’d both erupt in ecstasy at the same moment. I’d feel the pulsing of your cock as you came, just as you’d feel the spasms rushing through my body.

Exhausted and sweaty, I’d lie down next to you for a few last moments together as we held each other. Unfortunately, those final moments wouldn’t last very long, and I’d rush to get my clothes back on and compose myself before returning to my camp. I’d give you one more long, passionate kiss goodbye before returning to my camp to leave. My face would be flushed, and I wouldn’t be able to hide what I’d just done, but I wouldn’t care.

The more I think about what I should have done, the more I get excited about what I will do the next time I see you. Then we’ll have all the time we need. We can move fast or take it slow. Our only obligations will be to ourselves and our own desires.