Fantasy Affair

There
he is walking across the field to his favorite tree. It has a fantastic view of
the water and an intricately carved bench for two.

I actually see him every day; you see
we go to the same academy. Why I am here is still a mystery to me, to deny him
entrance would have been a stupid choice. Even though, in a sense, they almost
did, but that is another story.

He is beautiful, no that does not do
him justice, he is a God. Do not mistake it for the
popular sense either, but in the truest meaning of the word. His intelligence
is legendary he is a genius, really. His is an orator that would make any
politician envious. He is strong in character and in will, able to hold his own
in any situation.

The sad part about this is that I have
only had two conversations with him that was more than a hello. Yet I am head
over heels in love with him, you can’t blame me, can
you?

He is the gentleman’s gentleman, suave
and debonair. I really wish I could call him mine. However, I cannot, he
belongs to someone else. You know what else? So do class=GramE>I.

Does this make me a horrible person? I
do not think so. Love is so unpredictable, who are we to say what it can and
cannot do.

I love Kazuki and I know Karou loves
Omi, but I can’t help how I feel. When
someone like that shows you kindness, makes you feel worthy, how can you not
fall for them hard?

At times though, he makes me wonder,
if maybe he has other feelings for me too. Sometimes when he looks at me, it
seems there is lust there. Then one time he put his hand on my shoulder, I
could have sworn he teased the skin near my jugular.

It is probably just my imagination, my
desperate wishful thinking. I cannot allow hope to
make me think it is true. If I do, I will do something stupid. Something that
not only will cause me to lose Kazuki, but also any affection and friendship
Karou has for me. No, I cannot allow myself to hope, to dangerous a line to
cross.

Do not get me wrong Kazuki is class=GramE>a amazing man. His lovemaking is wonderful and fulfilling. class=GramE>It’s just I can’t help myself, in the shower, I masturbate
to Karou’s image. Masturbate to him being deep inside me, telling me I am his
sweet little boy now. Just those thoughts alone cause me to have an orgasm so
profound; I am in a rapture for at least half an hour
afterwards.

I approach the bench he is sitting on.
I love being in his presence, even if it is risky. He looks up and gives me his
smile, which in my eyes is always seductive. I ask him shyly if I can join him
and he moves a little to give me room.

I try to sit at the other end, but my
body will not allow it, it must be close to its master. True, he has not had
me, but to my body, my dreams and fantasies are enough. He turns to me and
tells me I look quite cute today. Is he flirting with me? I look how I always
do, is he really hitting on me?

If he is, I definitely want him to
know that the feeling is more than mutual. So I tell
him that he is beautiful as always. Letting him know how I see him, subtly.

He gazes at me, it has to be lust, class=GramE>it has to be! Oh, Kazuki please forgive me, because if what
I see is true, I will definitely accept and give in return. I will become his
sweet little boy and I will not have any regrets.