I have a friend. A tall male friend. A tall handsome male friend. I have known him longer than seven years which is apparently the length of time you need to be friends with someone until you realise you have sexual fantasies about each other. One night while chatting online we got discussing who in our friends we would be with and why. The list of the obvious people came up and of course a few questionable ones. We both agreed on this occasion that we would each be top of each others list out of curiosity more than anything.
We got discussing what things we liked in bed. Things that turned us on. Things we actually already knew about each other. From years of opned hearted chats we already had a fair idea what the other got off on. However this was different, this was about us and what we would do to each other if we had the chance. At the time of this conversation I was abroad and we chatted freely with the safety of 1,000 miles between us.
The conversation got steamy. A bit too steamy infact. I started to rub while self while we chatted. When asked what I was doing I was honest and was met with the surprising reply that he was hard and rubbing himself. At the exact same time as laughing I also nearly died of embarrassment. How were we talking like this and why were we getting so turned on by each other? It was a crazy whirlwind feeling. This new feeling of adrenaline that rushed through me when waiting for his reply was strange. Strange but totally acceptable at the same time. We stayed up sharing our fantasies and talking each other to the point of orgasm until dawn broke. It was 8am when I logged offline. I stepped out on to the sunny balcony in Croatia and knew that when I woke up later that day I would only laugh at the randomness of it all.