Hiz Sawng, Her Fantasy

Hiz Sawng

   He steps out onto the stage, mic in his hand and starts hummin’. That voice. It does something to her. She just has to have him. But what were the chances that she’d get him? I mean, it’s not like she’s a groupie. She’s not forward in a way where she would approach a man that all of the women in the room want. She’s just one of the many.  Admiring from the audience. If she wore panties she’d throw them on the stage. It’s been a fantasy of hers. A secret plan actually. She throws them. He catches them. Her lingering scent electrifies his space. He calls her up on the stage. He’d get real close to her ear, sangin’ an shit. That song about her being single. Yikes! Those full lips of his grazing her face. Double yikes! She can smell his cologne. It’s so… manly… Something like Y or Bleu. He’s a total package panty dropper. A feast for all of the senses. Alluhhmum.  She’ll be his pick for the night meeting him in the hotel garage. Standing at his car. Ready. That’s the secret plan, I mean,fantasy. It’s not the real fantasy. They don’t even meet at the concert. To be honest, how they get to where they are is irrelevant. Unimportant.

Her Fantasy

  He had a song in his head. That’s pretty realistic considering he’s a singer- songwriter -producer- multi-hyphenated man. Been humming the melody and playing with the lyrics for the last couple of days. During one of their regular chit chats he asks her to come thru. He wants her to hear what’s been in his head. Singing over the phone takes something away from the sound. A thing gets lost in translation. She shows up, wearing a bit of a dress. There’s something to drink. Water. Out of fancy glasses. Whetting whistles and all. A little conversation and then, he starts tah hummin’. Ohhhhh boy. He hums and sings softly. “Hmmm mm hmm… my love” He has this voice that goes from velvet smooth alto to Prince like scream.I’m not a singer or a music expert, that’s the best way I can describe it. She’s always loved when he does that soft slow sing your panties off voice. So he’s a hummin’ and moving into the soft slow singing. “mhmm… mhmm… my love…” He’s on the far end of the room. Over there. She makes her way to him. She likes to be close to him when he sings like that. I think she’s drawn to his lips. How they move when he sings. They are sooo full. Lickable and suckable. By now they are face to face. This song that’s been moving around in his head, something that he’s been playing around with, it’s more melody than lyric. There’s mention of a Love King, a Queen is somewhere around, body parts, indulging. A person is definitely wet. Not sure who though. She’s feeling his vibe, the melody is playfully erotic. This just might be the song that gets you wet. Thinking. Have you driving to a nigga job instead of to the store when you hear it because it triggered all of these nasty nighttime thoughts. “Can you come out and play daddi??? I brought you lunch, something tah eat.”

Just as they start to sway he stops.

“What do you think so far? I’m still working the lyrics.”

Eyes closed, coming out of a sway “not too bad. What else you got?” she says, opening an eye to peek at him.

He doesn’t move. They’re still in each other’s face. “What else I got?” With that sly smile of his.

“Yep, I need to know what else you got, it was a good start, but, I’m not totally convinced.” stating matter of factly.

“I do not recall a conversation about you being convinced. I could have sworn I asked you to come listen.”

“You did. And I’m here. Waiting to listen.” walking away towards the sofa.

“Listen.” he states.

“Yes.” Getting comfy on said sofa with her fancy glass of water.

He starts the melody again. That good hummin that goes into the soft slow panty dropping refrain where he repeats himself. I don’t know about you but I love when he repeats himself. That over and over and over and over of a sexy thought. I can just imagine myself sliding and grinding and all wet on… oops. I digress. I’m sorry. Back to the fantasy.  

He’s goes from a throaty hum into a semblance of lyrics as he walks over to the sofa. Where she is now absolutely comfy. It’s one of those oversized distressed leather sofas, something like a bed. He keeps a cerulean velvet throw on it for her. It’s how he balances hard and soft. Hard as a feather, light as a rock. Ha!

The words are coming to him as he sings, they start to flow. Like magic! Or a waterfall. He takes a seat next to her and pulls her legs across his lap. Then leans in to sing in her ear.  

“Baby..” he bellows.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice. I’m listening now.”

In his soft slow singing voice, the panty dropping one

“ good. Good. Guuud…. gooooood.”

sliding his hands to open her thighs.  

Hot damn! Is this it?! Could it be?????

She eases open for him. Teasing her, he takes his finger and draws concentric circles on the top of her thigh.

“Asking for a friend…” he sings “ does this…feel. good…

She’s silent

“good…” Inching closer to the middle

She shuffles slightly

“ goouud?” Even closer

She’s quiet. Listening.

He moves closer than close to her circling up her thigh.   

He goes back to humming the melody, she shifts for him. He bout to take it to the bridge y’all!  

He’s in her ear now. Also in her lady parts.  

“My love” slight brush of the lips up.

“Love…” another brush,then a finger in

“You have me where you want me…” swirling it around.

Boy is she wet. His finger all shiny. Glistening.

“My love…” taking his finger out of her and putting it to her lips.

“Love…” she tastes it, he slides the other hand up and two fingers in.

“You have me where you want me…” it’s ON now! He all up in it. She tastes, then he tastes. Then as he goes back to that good ol hummin’ about “ having him where she wants him”. He goes in. A full finger fuck. Moving in and out until she’s riding his hand like she rides his dick. He starts singing again. “Where you want me.” But not the soft panty dropping sounds, there’s ascension. Rise. “Lovvee” And while the tempo of the song does not change, the rhythm of their bodies do. Mostly hers since at this point, he’s moving into the Prince like scream… OW! Her legs are shaking.

She’s going to have to roll off of the sofa if she attempts to get up within five mins of this adventure. Otherwise, if he don’t catch her, which I’m sure he will, she’s going to land on the floor. Plop.

Just as he reaches his crescendo,

“That’s a good girl.” singing softly, so does she.

She’s spent!

He’s ready.

She got what she came for.

He’s only just begun.

That was nice. Now? How exactly does she make this fantasy become a reality? Asking for myself?

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