" It was a believable lie, and he bought itwithout question, even though I'd suggested the place. He wasn't thebrightest really.We walked into the cof...ee shop and took up a table near the back, itwas a weekday, so we had little company in the old building besides awaitress behind a counter. He nervously ordered two coffees, notallowing me to pick for myself. He's just trying to be confident, Ireasoned, and sat down with him as the waitress began preparing ourorder.He brought up a few of the. However!I was listening to Queen's Save Me and it's got a lyric that goes: "I'm naked and I'm far from home." Now all of a sudden my mind floods with a fantasy that I've been trying to wank away, but it's sticking, so I figured I'd write it down here so I can point all o' y'all there next time I get asked about my fantasies.Here we go. Jerk off to it, if you like your porn in words, and know that somewhere out there I'm wanking right there with you.I'm in a room dimly lit by a bare bulb. I. “Watching you move is relaxing.” She explained her presence, not that it was needed.“Thank you love.” With that encouragement, I started my exercises and didn’t finish them for a couple of hours, just after sunset. Celia had stopped her needlepoint a quarter candle earlier, remaining outside on her bench waiting for me but with the additions of a cushion and a thick shawl.“Let’s go to bed.” I held my hand out to her, she took it and we adjourned to my bedroom. I slowly removed her shoes and. I pulled the covers away from us; I needed to see the beauty of the one that had such a hold on my heart. Time stood still. She was a sight to behold. Her blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow below her head, the softness of her face, her lips so firm and moist, with her eyes gently closed. She was so beautiful and every bit a woman-- not the little girl that I watched grow up. I tried to speak but could barely get a word out, “You are so beautiful baby girl”. I found it hard to move my eyes.