I sit down on my favorite park bench, feeling the shade of the trees shield me from the afternoon heat. For some reason, it always cheers me up to come to this bench.

This bench. Sasha’s bench.

It had been another week at work, another week dealing with the house, bills, and now my ex is telling me that she’s going on a trip with her new beau. I’d be happy for her, we’re mostly on good terms, except that I have to watch the kids for a month straight, now.

A long time ago, I remember having a decent social life.

Now, in my late thirties, the closest I get to being sociable was shit-posting online and talking about all the nothing I did on the weekends with my co-workers on Mondays. I know I can’t complain. I’m healthy, have a decent job. Goodness knows there are a lot of people way worse off than me.

Still, it’s easy to feel lonely when you don’t really talk to anyone.

“Hi, babe!”

I look up and see Sasha walking towards me, her curly brown hair framing a round face with owlish glasses. She’s wearing a spandex top that lifts up her chubby breasts and hugs her thick torso. Denim shorts cover her hips. She had been jogging, of course. She always jogs this time of day, past this particular bench.

It was why I wandered down to the park in the first place.

“Hey, Sash! How’s the heart rate today?”

“Steady until I saw you,” she winks at me. I smile and look away, hoping that she doesn’t notice me blushing. She stretches her arms and I try to be the gentleman and not ogle her buxom shape in public.

“Something bothering you?” She sits down next to me, her round haunch pressing into my hip.

“Ehh…nothing particular. I just feel a little down, y’know? Like, I’m not sure what I’m even doing anymore.”

“Aww…that’s fine, babe,” she says compassionately. “That just means you’re a human with human emotions. Nobody’s happy all the time.”

“You seem to be,” I smile at her.

“That’s only because you only see me when I’m talking to you.” Her green eyes twinkle above her cream-colored face dotted with freckles. “I could cheer you up, if you want?”

She’s such a gem.

“…I’d like that, yeah.”

Sasha smiles, flashing her pearly teeth at me. She throws her head up and down the path, double-checking that we’re alone, for the moment.

“Hm, okay, babe. But first, did I show you my new nails?”

I groan mentally. I don’t want to have to pretend to care about her pet vanity projects.

“Uhm…no. Let’s see them.” If married life had taught me anything, it’s how to feign interest.

She lifts her hand up to my face, her tapered fingers delicately swinging from her voluptuous, feminine wrist.

“Aren’t they a nice design? Green and gold together. I really like the one my designer did on the ring finger,” she wiggless her fourth finger in slow, spiraling circles. “Do you see it?”

I track her fingers with my eyes. How am I supposed to see the design if she keeps moving her hand around like that?

“yeah…it’s really…uh…really cool.”

“You see the design, right?”

I focus a little harder. Her other fingers look like they’re two-toned green and gold laid in a simple diagonal cut, but her fourth finger looks different. I struggle to track it with my eyes.

“I…yeah…it’s…it’s nice.”

“Look at it closely,” she waves her fingers up and down in front of my face, the varnish on her nails catching the light and throwing green and gold flashes into my eyes. “It’s a really pretty design...just try to watch it...keep watching...focusing..."

Her fingers dance up and down in front of my face, her nails fluttering inches away from my eyes. I feel my head nodding up and down with each undulation of her hand. Her nails are blinding.

“Keep watching…looking for the pattern on my ring finger…keep watching…” Her voice lilts in my ear.

I follow her ring finger with my head as she gently twirls it around and around. Closer and closer…deeper and deeper.

I blink as her green and gold nail polish comes into focus. Is that a spiral?

SNAP!

“Sleeeeeeeeeeeeppp….” Sasha traces her fingers down my face and I slump over.

“Shhh…taking a little nap for me…deep in an enchanted sleep…resting your head next to me now…just resting your head on my lovely soft pillows…”

She gently pulls my head and lets it rest on top of her soft breasts. I’m floating in a warm cloud of sleep.

“Mmmm…so relaxed…so peaceful…drifting away in our special place together…only the two of us…drifting on my wonderful, beautiful boobs…”

Sasha gently traces her nails over my face and forehead.

“Feel my fingers over your head…making you sleepy…making you happy…taking away all your heavy thoughts…giving me all those pesky, tiresome thoughts…just listening to nothing but the sound of my voice…”

I feel my lips curl into a smile. Sasha is right. I don’t need to think. I just have to relax and drift away on her wonderful, bouncy chest.

“Drifting….sinking…never thinking…You remember where you are, don’t you babe?”

Memories of Sasha’s voice bubble in my brain. When Sasha takes away my thoughts, I drift away…drift away…

“I…I’m in fairy land…” I murmur into her tits.

“Very good…and who am I?”

I sigh, completely relaxed and mindless.

“You are…my fairy queen…”

Sasha smiles, her free hand gently teasing my cock over my pants. I feel a tingle of arousal and smile sleepily.

“Yes…I am your fairy queen, putting my magical enchantment on your cock…your cock is my plaything…you love the spell I weave around your mind, cock, and balls…”

I feel my cheeks flush, my brain spinning in a vortex of arousal. My hand drifts up automatically, gently resting on Sasha’s crotch. I can feel her cock getting harder under her shorts. Her cock is hard…just like my cock.

Her fingers go back to spinning around my forehead.

“Open your eyes and fixate on my fingers…my pretty, shiny nails… you will follow my fingers…let them lead you away into fairyland…”

My eyes open and follow the sinuous, twisting motion of her fingers. They lift me up and before I know it, I’m standing on my feet, my cock hard in my pants. She stands up and takes a moment to adjust her own penis inside her shorts. So far, no one has passed by.

“Follow your queen…let my fingers pull you by your mind and cock…”

She begins to walk slowly backward, her hand dancing in a beckoning motion. I follow, blank and unseeing, feeling her fingers pulling me like there’s a leash attached to my brain. Like there’s a leash tied around my cock.

She leads me up, over the grassy hill, and into a small, hidden clearing surrounded by dense foliage. It was the first place she took me when I met her so many months ago and she showed me her beautiful, pretty cock. The first time she took me to fairyland.

Sasha holds up her single index finger, stopping me in my tracks. She points and drags her hand down. I sink to my knees.

“You have so much tension…so much stress you need to get rid of…”

She pulls down the top of her shorts and takes her pretty cock out of her pink panties.

“In fairyland…you obey the queen…In fairyland…the queen’s cock is your cock…In fairyland…you must pleasure your queen…will you serve your queen?”

Her hand is raking through my hair, scratching over my scalp.

“Yes, my Queen…” I sigh.

Sasha smiles and holds out her cock. I stare at it like it’s a hypnotic snake before opening my mouth. It’s just the right size and I swirl my tongue over and around her head. I moan as I feel my own mouth on my cock, copying the same teasing flicks of my tongue. My hand comes up to circle the base of her pretty dick and squeeze along with my sucking. Sasha smiles lasciviously and lets her head tilt back in rapture. I struggle not to pant and gasp as my balls begin to tighten. I moan around her cock and feel the buzz of my lips vibrate my shaft.

Before I realize what’s happening, I taste a warm spurt down the back of my throat and feel Sasha’s dick pulse and throb. A damn breaks and I’m cumming buckets in my pants as I gulp down Sasha’s seed. She grips my head and we stay frozen in a blissful, eternal second as the wave of our orgasm crashes over us, nearly knocking her to the ground.

Finally, she pulls away, quickly tucking her deflating cock back in her shorts before someone discovers us.

“Stand up…follow me…” She commands.

I drift along behind her, feeling like a very satisfied zombie as I gaze helplessly at her swaying ass. She sits us back down on the same bench and pulls my head back into her cleavage, slowly stroking my hair.

“Drifting along…lost in a dream…so peaceful…remembering how wonderful you are…remembering how amazing you are…”

She whispers softly in my ear. I melt into her, basking in her words.

“Remembering to forget anything you don’t need to remember…forgetting all your stress…all that tension flowing out of you…remembering to forget about fairyland until you need to remember it…but always remembering you are a smart, fun, beautiful man…ready and capable to take whatever life throws at you.”

I sigh, peaceful as a baby.

“Always remembering you can come back to this bench whenever you need…ready to let me take you away into fairyland again…waking up, nice and refreshed in 3…2…1…Good Morning!”

I blink myself awake. Did I just drift off while Sasha was showing me her nails?

“Feeling better?” Sasha asks.

“mmm…yeah” I stretch. “It feels like I just had the best dream in the world.”

“Uh-huh? About what?” she asks me.

I struggle to think, all of my thoughts and memories sinking down like water through sand.

“uhmm…about…about…oh shit, I totally forgot!”

Sasha giggles and gives me a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Well, it’s probably not important. You feel better, right?”

I sigh and nod, my spirits suddenly light and airy. “Yeah. I feel great, actually. What did you do?”

Sasha stands up and stretches. I don’t bother to pretend not to stare at her wonderful rack, or the bulge of her package under her denim shorts. I’m suddenly aware of a warm feeling in my own turgid cock.

“Trade secrets, babe.” She says with a wink. “I have to get going, but I’m glad you’re feeling good. Remember, you can come by anytime you want to talk, kay?”

“Thanks, you’re the best, Sash!”

“Hm, I know. Catch you later.” She jogs away, her curvy hips swinging with every step.

I breathe in deep, and then pause. Did I cum in my pants? As soon as I think it, the thought slips out of my head and I stand up, ready to go home, shower off, and get ready for the upcoming week.

I never remember why, but it always cheers me up to visit Sasha’s bench.