As I entered my final year of university I had reached the conclusion that to obtain the highest level of sexual gratification I was going to have to indulge in other people’s sexual fantasies.
My experience with Gamer Dude had brought me so close. Maybe not through the door of complete sexual pleasure but at least right up to it, peering through the window at the delights that lay ahead.
The problem was I had no idea how I was going to do it. I mean how was I going to know what someone’s deepest fantasy was without asking them?
If I were just to go up to a guy and say “Hey what’s your sexual fantasy?” he would most likely respond for me to suck his cock, because that would be his dominant horny thought at that very moment. Guys are kind of predictable like that!
But I wanted to go deeper. To truly find out what they desired and to indulge their sexual fantasy, bringing it to life with orgasmic clarity.
Selina – The Fantasy Giver
But how? Walk around with a sign saying ‘Get your fantasies here’. It’s also not like I could just go round the local bars asking.
“Evening Steve, glass of wine please. Hey I don’t suppose you know anyone here who may need some deep sexual desire fulfilled?”
“I dunno – you could try asking that guy there in the rubber gimp suit. He may know of someone”
I was preoccupied with the practicalities of my quest when I met Daniel.
Daniel studied art and I had gone along to an exhibition of his and other students work. I am a great lover of art – mainly the comic book kind.
He was displaying his drawings which were predominantly of scantily clad cyber punk girls – they were beautiful.
I struck up a conversation with him about art, comic books and we started to hang out. There was no immediate spark between us; he was attractive but a little on the shy side.
He was quite insular and shared very little about himself but I did not need him to tell me what he was thinking because I could tell from his drawings. The window into an artists soul is through his work.
As I looked at his drawings I saw a common theme, a less than subtle hint of what he desired. Aside from his love of big titted girls with guns they were all adorned in stockings or tights – Daniel had a thing for nylon!
For me to indulge in his fantasy I would need to change my look. To be honest, I had bored of the long hair tied back and alternating between jeans or leggings; the change would be good for everyone.
Inspired by the drawings of Daniel I got my hair cut short and messy, changed my jeans to hot pants shorts or a plaid skirt adorned with black tights. The normally bland blouses were replaced by t-shirts, either plain or faded print of a variety of super heroes.
The outfit was finished off by some military style ankle boots and a leather jacket I picked up in a charity shop. I looked in the mirror and for a moment did not even recognise myself. But I liked it – My evolution was complete.
Horny Lina has got herself a super suit!
“Wow, Selina you look… Different” was Daniel’s reaction when he saw me.
I ignored the lack of an actual verbal compliment because I could see in his eyes that he liked what he saw; his gaze lingering at my nylon legs.
We went to his room and whilst he hurriedly moved all his papers so I could sit down I noticed a particular drawing; it was of me reimagined as one of his cyber punk girls, it was not a far cry to the look I was currently rocking.
“Is this me?” I asked
“Maybe” he replied whilst attempting to grab the picture back from me.
“My arse isn’t that big!” I teased
“It’s artistic licence” he said taking the picture from me “Besides I was working from memory”
I smiled, the fantasy giver had an idea! “Draw me now” I suggested as I laid on the sofa, lifting my hands above my head “Paint me like one of your cyber punk girls!” I giggled.
He smiled, sat down at his canvas as I positioned myself in different poses.
“Would you like me like this? ” – getting on all fours on the sofa.
“Or like this?” – sitting up right with my legs spread.
“Or this?” – crossing my legs and throwing my head back.
Daniel laughed “Stop it and come closer so I can see your face”.
I stood up and sat directly opposite him as he began to sketch. I kicked of my boots and slowly begun rubbing my foot up and down his leg.
“Selina! What are you doing?” he asked. His face was obscured & so I couldn’t see how much he was enjoying it.
“Sorry am I distracting you?” I replied.
I moved my foot up higher, past his knee and gently caressed his thigh.
“Selina, what has got into you?” he said, his voice slightly cracking.
“Would you like me to stop?” I asked but no reply came so I moved my foot across from his thigh to his groin.
He was aroused and I traced the outline of his bulge with my big toe. I could feel it twitch inside the cage of his trousers, groaning to be released.
I heard him whisper my name and licking my lips I said in a quiet voice “Take it out.” My nylon feet hovered as he nervously unzipped his trousers, pulling them down slightly to release his cock.
He was fully erect already and as I ran my toe along the length of his shaft it was clear he had fantasised about this moment. Maybe not with me; we had after all just met & this was the first time he had seen me in nylons.
I reckoned somewhere amongst his art were sketches of his cyber punk girls stroking a variety of exaggerated cocks with their feet. When he saw me wearing black opaque tights did he recall those drawings & how horny he got creating them?
He was hard. When he sat down to draw me was he hoping for this moment? Did he allow himself a moment to fantasise, willing for this to happen? For all I know his cock had been between many girls’ feet, but something told me this was the first time; the cracking in his voice, his heavy breath, the way he just sat there unsure what to do.
The physical pleasure he experienced at the touch of my foot merged with the fantasy in his head. I had his body and his mind; it excited me, aroused me.
I lifted his cock up with my foot pressing it up against his belly. With my toe pressed against his throbbing head I ran my other toe up and down his groaning shaft.
I unzipped my shorts and slid my hand inside my tights. I was wet already, I was getting off on making his fantasy become a reality.
I took his cock between my feet, my heels pressed against his head, the soles feeling the thickness of his arousal. Slowly I began to stroke him as I pleasured myself with my own fingers.
“Keep drawing” I teased as I begun to stroke him a little faster. I could not see his face but I imagined the look of pleasure on it. I knew he was enjoying this – I could sense it and that feeling drove my fingers deeper into my pussy.
I varied the speed and touch of my strokes. He was between my arches, then my heels or he was sliding between my silky soles – he liked that one.
I could hear his breathing become heavier. I felt his cock throb with pleasure through my nylons which had become moist from drops of his precum; up at the other end they were drenched from the attention I was giving to myself.
He was close – so was I. “Stand up” I instructed him and angled his cock towards the canvas as I increased the speed of my strokes.
He dropped his pencil and gripped my ankles, holding my feet in place while he thrust wildly between them. The sound of his pleasure as he fucked my feet made me rub my clit harder.
I could feel my orgasm building and I knew he that his frenzied thrusting was about to reach a climax. He wanted this moment to last, to be between my feet for as long as he could but the urge to release was becoming too strong.
The feeling of the pleasure I was giving him coupled with the erotic familiarity of my own touch was enough to bring me to orgasm which in turn caused Daniel to lose control and after a final few thrusts he came.
The canvas obscured my view of him ejaculating but I could hear his pleasure satisfyingly splash onto it, drops dripping on my feet and legs.
He stayed between my feet until he was empty and limp then slumped back into his chair. I stood up and walked over to him, feeling the dampness of his deposit with every step.
I leant over him to view the sketch, it was half my face embossed with the conclusion of our foot fun; thick streams of his cum still sliding down the canvas.
“Looks nothing like me” I joked, kissing him on the top of the head.
My remaining time at university was shared between exams and indulging in Daniel’s nylon fetish. This balance kept both sides of my personality satisfied.
Soon it was time to bid farewell to university and return back home to London; however I would be bringing someone back with me.
Not Daniel. That horny artist went back home up North, the long distance between us signalling the end of our relationship.
No, it was Horny Lina who would be returning with me. Newly evolved and ready for the next experience. All I had to do was control her.
With University finished it’s time to go Home
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