current fantasy: male roommate who keeps having loud sex in his room across the hall from me. at first I find it rude and just put headphones on to try to ignore it. but after a few times, I give into my curiosity and start listening. he brings home a different girl every time; I don't get laid anywhere near that much. every time, I can hear the moans, the hard slap of his hips against their ass, the gagging. against my will, I start wondering what it must feel like. but i'm obviously not into men, and he knows that, so it's not like I have to worry about him trying anything with me.
one day, I catch a glimpse of the girl as she's leaving, and I notice a lesbian flag pin on her bag. that can't be right, there's no way he's good enough to convince a dyke to go straight for him. I try to ignore it, but afterwards, I can't get it out of my head.
after a few days I have a moment of boldness and outright ask him, "was that last girl you brought over a lesbian?"
he smiles and says "so you noticed, huh? most of the girls I fuck are lesbians, actually. you'd be surprised how slutty they can be for the right man."
I'm speechless. one dyke is one thing, but he must have fucked a dozen of them at least. I can feel my face heating up.
"what?" he says. "are you curious too? it's okay, most dykes secretly are."
if any other man called me a dyke, I'd punch them out. but when he says it, there's an undeniable pulse between my legs. "I- no? I don't know."
my back hits the wall. when did he get so close?
"of course you don't know. none of you ever know what you want until I show you. but I know what I want. you wanna know what that is?" he puts his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the wall. "I want to put my cock in your mouth. I want to fuck your throat until you gag, and then I want to pound your cunt like the whore you are. I know you've been listening. I know you want it too."
I gulp. "I- I don't like men."
"oh don't worry, you don't have to like men to like cock. it'll be our little secret. you can keep telling all your little friends you're a man hating dyke. i'll be the only one who knows the truth. so go on, slut. on your knees."
...he doesn't bring girls over anymore. why would he need to, when he has a perfectly obedient dyke fucktoy waiting for him every day when he gets home?
