two more shared fantasies and a blow job

Last night we were lying in bed caressing one another, naked.  I asked him to tell me a story.

"You're lying in bed, and J comes over.  She's home from work, and you're lying together, talking about her day.  Then she wants to kiss you, so you're kissing.  Then she wants to lick you, so she's licking you," he said.

"Then you come home," I said.  "You see us having sex, and your cock gets hard and plump from seeing us.  You want some sweet, wet, warm, tight pussy."

"Mmm," he said.

"So you come to bed," I said.  "But J has other ideas.  She wants to give you a blow job.  Do you like that idea?"

"Yeah," he says.  By now I have his cock in my hand, caressing it, and I can feel the head of his cock get more defined in my hand.  I touch its ridge.

"So you lie on your back and put your hands behind your head," I said.  "And she takes you in her mouth."

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm lying beside her giving her advice," I said.  "I tell her to take it all the way into her mouth."

I move my hand faster on his cock.

"It's feeling so good for you," I said.  "She has you all the way in her mouth, the head of your cock at the the opening of her throat."

I can tell he's really horny now.  "And you start to come," I said.  "You'r ejaculating into her throat, and she likes it.  She's never had a man ejaculate in her throat before, and she likes the feeling."

I can tell he likes imagining it.  "Did you like that story?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

Then I put my head under the blankets and sucked his cock.  I had him in my mouth, and he breathed hard and murmured.  He wanted it.  I sucked his cock and then surfaced to kiss him.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

I put my head under the covers again.  This time I rubbed my tits on his cock.  My big tits were on his cock, and I knew he liked it.

I sucked his dick, and I licked the underside.  I took it in my mouth all the way and gagged on it.  Then I pushed it deeper and backed off and pushed it deeper.

Then I surfaced again.  "Does that feel good?" I asked again.

"Yeah," he said.  "I was almost coming.  I want to come."

He was sleepy, and I went down on him again.  This time he murmured louder, and he told me he was going to come.  I was excited and sped up, and he told me he was coming as his come spurted into the opening of my throat.  I swallowed it immediately, and it was my joy.

A few days ago we had a different fantasy about a different friend.  She is queer and has never been with a man.  I told boyfriend we were all making out and naked.  We took turns going down on her.  First I would lick her, and then he would lick her, back and forth.  She loved it.

Then she wanted him inside of her.  She had never had a man inside of her, and he was between her cunt lips, pushing against her opening, but he couldn't get it in.  She was on top of him, and she wanted it bad.  They pushed against each other, rubbing and both wanting it, and finally just the head of his cock popped into her.  It hurt, and she liked it.  She cried out in pain and pleasure and excitement and fear.

Then they pushed together further, and he was all the way inside of her.  Her pussy was so tight and wet.

Then he fucked her, and she was happy to feel a man inside her for the first time.  I lay beside them, caressing them, loving them both so much.

"How do you like my fantasy?" I asked.

"I like it," he said.

fazed

Yesterday we didn't have sex, a rare thing.  It just didn't happen--we noticed but didn't fret about it

Then today we went out with friends.  We watered our community garden.  We bought yogurt, ice cream.

On the truck ride home, I was feeling horny.  "You know what I want?" I asked as he drove.

"What?" he said.

"Your tongue on my nipple," I said.

"We can work on that," he said.

Home, he gave me what I wanted.  We went to bed.  I lay on my back, and he crouched beside me, licking and sucking on one nipple while this hand played with the other.

I couldn't get enough and moaned, trying to be quiet but feeling my cunt ache.

"I want you so badly," I said.  "I want you in my pussy."

He pulled down his chonies and I touched his cock while he played with my nipples.  I cupped his balls and gently squeezed.

His cock was hard in my hand, and I begged him for it.  Instead of fucking me, he lay down beside me and played with my tits more.

"I want you," I said.

"I want you," he said.

"Please fuck me," I said.

He positioned his body above mine.  The head of his cock entered me.  I touched my nipples as he fucked me slowly.

Outside, the wind was blowing.  The neighbors were silent.  I felt like our bed was a sacred world.

I moaned for him and pushed up against him.  "Don't come yet," I whispered, and he stopped.  I wanted to come so badly.

He fucked me again.  He moved his legs between my legs so that he was pushing up against me at a different angle.  It felt so good.

"I'm going to die," I said.

"Don't do that," he said.  "I need you."

I wasn't really listening to him.  I was feeling my entire body respond to him.  I was feeling myself moving closer and closer to coming.

Then he would stop so he wouldn't come, and we would rest for a moment.  We stayed together like that, still.

Then he would fuck me again.  I looked at him, and his eyes were rolled back in his head.  "Tell me if you're going to come," I said.

He started to fuck me harder.  I raised my knees so he was in me deeper.  His slick cock was moving inside my slick cunt.  Something in me was rising.

"I'm going to come," he said.

I knew I was going to come too.  He fucked me, and then he was coming.  I moved against him, and as he was ejaculating, I felt my face contort into a wide-mouthed silent cry, and then the feelings were pounding inside me.  I grabbed him and held on hard.

We stayed like that--then he lay down beside me, and we said we loved one another.  We kissed.

"I'm very happy with you," I said.

"I'm very happy with you," he said.

"You seem unfazed," I said.  "Is that true?"  I was smiling.

"I think I'm fazed," he said.

one minute

Did I ever mention he's a sex god?  That he's the first person to sexually satisfy me in my entire life?

I never told you about the time I said, "Let's do sexual things to one another for just one minute."  We used his cellphone to time us.  He touched my tits for just a minute.  I sucked his cock for just a minute.  He touched my cunt for just a minute.

"Okay, stop," the one timing would say, gasping.

His favorite was when I rubbed his cock on my face for just a minute.

"Why did you like that so much?" I asked him.

"Because you wanted it," he said.

squishiness

"What do you like best about me?" I asked anarchist boyfriend.  We were cuddling and kissing in bed.

"Everything," he said.

"Hahahaha!" I laughed and hugged him.  "Everything?"

"Everything," he said.

"Yeah right!" I said.  "What's one thing you like about me?"

"Your lips," he said.

"Do you like my squishiness?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Really?" I asked, laughing again.

"My cock loves your squishiness," he said, adjusting himself.

I felt very happy he had an erection from the thought of my squishiness.  "Do those chonies hurt you?" I asked.

"The band hits right at the top of my cock," he said.

"Why don't you take them off?" I suggested.

He took them off.

"Do you know what I'd like?" I asked.  "If you massaged my back really hard then masturbated on it and came on it, and I felt your hot come spurting all over my back."

He said he liked that idea and touched one of my nipples.

"Or you could give me a tit massage and come all over my tits," I said.  "Should we do that?"

"Yeah," he said.

He began to massage my tits, and it felt good.  He made my tits feel alive and loved.

"I want to watch you beat off," I said.  He knelt down to my right, and his cock was beautiful above me.

"Should I push them together like this?" I asked.  I was lying on my back, pushing my tits together.

"Yeah," he said.

I watched him as he beat off.  I looked at his cock in his hand, and I looked up at his face.  I like to see his expressions as he masturbates.  I like learning what he looks like.

He beat off for a short time, and soon I thought he was going to come.  His hand moved on his cock faster and faster then slowed, and he was coming on my tits.

I watched the come spurt then drip down onto me as he continued to slowly move his hand as he came.

"I wish we had a card for the camera for sex pictures," I said.  "I would like a picture of my tits with your come all over them.  I want to see what it looks like," I said.

He got a paper towel and wiped the come off me.

I want a vibrator too.

coming together for the second time

Today we were going about our business, enjoying the day, and there came a point in the afternoon where I wanted to lie down with him.

So I put on a Lemuria album, and we lay in bed naked.  We kissed and kissed.  He touched my tits, and it felt so good.  The sun shone on our faces through a gap in the blinds.  Our faces glowed with light.

Then I reached for his cock and put spit on my hand to touch him there gently and wetly.

"Let's pretend you're going to impregnate me," I suggested.

"Okay," he said.

"Tell me you want me to have your baby," I said.

"I want you to have my baby," he said.

"Tell me you want to make me pregnant," I said.

"I want to make you pregnant," he said.  "I want to come in you."

I was so horny for him and so happy.  "Fuck me for just a little while," I said.  I wanted to do many things, like I wanted to suck his cock, but I wanted him to fuck me first.

I lay back, and he positioned himself between my legs and above me.  He put just the head of his cock inside me.

"That feels so good," I said.  I liked just the head of his cock inside me, in and out, over and over again.

I struggled to get him deeper, and he was all the way in.  I was pushing up against him.  I was rubbing my nipples with my thumbs and I held his shoulders.  We kissed.

"I want to come for you," I told him as he fucked me.  "I want to have your baby."

Then he put his right hand on the top of my head.  I felt so loved to have his hand there.  "Don't come," I told him.  I wanted a chance.

I felt the feelings build in me.  I pushed up against him faster in a rhythmic way.  "I'm going to come," he said.

"Okay," I said, gasping.

"I'm going to come," he said.

"Tell me you want--"

"I want you to come," he said.

Then I felt him ejaculating inside me, and I was amazed as I felt myself begin to come too.  I was about to come, felt him ejaculating inside me, and then I was amazed as I came with him.  He came into me as I came around him.  We throbbed together.  I was grabbing onto his back hard.  We were in a tight embrace.  We finished coming together, and then we loosened.

He smiled down at me, and I smiled up at him.

post shower, hair down

me: Now is the time for you to get off on my hair.
AB: Pretty.
me: Do you want me to turn around?
AB: Pretty, pretty.

my hair, our anniversary

I wanted to shave my head.  But boyfriend admitted he likes my hair long.  He said he'd like it even longer.

So I thought about it.  I thought about it a lot.  I decided to do it anyway.  But boyfriend told me he gets off on it being long.

"You don't get off on it," I said.  "You never touch it."  I like to fondle his.

"Yes I do," he said.

I told him he should come in my hair, as a way of saying goodbye to it.  Then I laughed.

So we made out and I went down on him.  I asked him if he wanted some pussy.  He said yes.  "Roll over," he'd told me before, and I hadn't, but this time I did.

"You should fuck me then come in my hair," I told him.

It felt so good as he fucked me.  I was very wet, and his thrusts were true.

Then he pulled out and moved toward my head.  "How do you want me?" I asked.

"Just like that," he said.

"Are you going to come on my hair?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.  I looked up at his face.  Then we was coming and made sounds of satisfaction.

"Do I look beautiful?" I asked as he looked down at me.

"Yes," he said.  He wiped my hair with a paper towel and touched my tits as I masturbated.  I came easily.

I decided not to shave my head.  He does so many nice things for me.  This could be a way of me doing something nice for him.

Then this morning I was awake at 3:30 blogging on a different blog.  Couldn't sleep.  After a while boyfriend came to me.  My computer's in the living room.

"I had a nightmare," he said.

"Oh, poor baby," I said.  "Do you want to tell me about it?

"No," he said.  I held him and kissed his tummy.

"Do you want me to go to bed with you?" I asked.

"It's your prerogative," he said.  I chose to go to bed with him.

We cuddled and kissed.  "What are you thinking about?" I asked him, and I can't remember what he said.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me.

"Sucking your cock," I said.

So we did that.  I sucked his cock, and he liked it.  I didn't want to wake up the downstairs neighbor, though.

We made out more, and I asked him if he wanted some pussy.  I turned over again.  He pounded me, and then he was sort of loud as he came and ejaculated in me.  Again I worried about the neighbor.

The sky was brightening.  It was early morning.  "We fucked in the morning," I said.

"You're the only person who's ever satisfied me," I told him as I lay on my back masturbating.  He touched my tits.  I was looking out the window at the sky.

"You're the only person who has ever satisfied me," he said.

We've had sex every day for a year now, except for about ten times total.  And we have sex twice a day often.  We've had sex about 400 times, I'm guessing.  June first was our one year anniversary of living together.  I remember how ecstatic we were, when we first moved in and had a safe place to have sex for the first time.  We did it again and again.

So it's been a very good year.

on impregnation fantasies and being his hole

"I want to be your hole," I told him.  We were making out in bed, both naked.

"I want you to be my hole," he told me.  I was thrilled to hear it.  I had been reading some writings by the famous sexblogger Jefferson, and that was a phrase I saw in a post.

I also talked to boyfriend about my impregnation fantasies.  "I want my sperm to swim, swim up inside you and reach your egg and enter it," he said.

I laughed.  "I don't mean impregnation fantasies on such a cellular level," I said.  "I mean more on a social level."

I told him what I wanted to hear--sentences like "I want you to have my baby" and "I want to make you pregnant."

"I want my baby inside of you," boyfriend told me.  It was so sweet.  It's complicated since of course I don't want to be a mother, not ever, and boyfriend got a vasectomy in February.  So we're just pretending.

Talking about being his hole...I said I wanted Eduardo to fuck me and tell me, "Be my hole, bitch."  Boyfriend covered my eyes with his hand and said, "Be my hole."

"You're going to be Eduardo?" I asked.  "Like that?"

"Suck my cock, bitch," he told me.  I laughed and did as I was told.  I sucked his cock very well.  Then I stopped, lay on the side, looked him in the eyes.

"Now would be a good time to ask me, 'Did I say you could stop sucking my cock, bitch?'" I said.

"Did I say you could stop sucking my cock, bitch?" he asked.

Again I laughed and did as I was told.  I'm too sleepy to recount the rest to you, but I am so happy with boyfriend, I'm delirious.

Oh, I wanted to tell you boyfriend said something about wanting to have a baby with me, and I said, "I don't want to have a baby with Eduardo!  Eduardo's baby would be nasty!"  (I think Eduardo is kind of mean.)

special

Today boyfriend was licking my pussy for a long time.  I was whimpering with how close I was to coming for him.  He licked me hard and aggressively.  I could tell he wanted me to come.

Then I made the motion for him to surface and kiss my mouth, a motion like a little kid wanting to be picked up.  He acquiesced and kissed me gently.  I tasted the juices of my own cunt from his mouth.  We kissed, and I rubbed my cunt up against his body.  I rubbed my cunt against his soft penis until it was hard, and he entered me suddenly.

It was exactly what I wanted.  We moved together.  He fucked me beautifully.  I wanted to come so badly.  I wordlessly asked if I could rub my clitoris with my right hand's middle finger, and I rubbed it as he fucked me.  His cock slipped out of me a few times, because of the angles of our bodies, and I got frustrated.

I pulled him closer to me, so he was above me but on his elbows, and we moved together closely.  We started to breathe together, loud breaths.  I was getting close to coming, and I could tell he was too.  I was excited by the thought that we might come at the same time.

I could feel the sweat on our bodies--it was hot outside today--and I liked the wetness.  He fucked me hard.

Then he was coming, and I pressed up against him hard and kept moving against him as he stopped thrusting.  Then a cry escaped my mouth as I was coming right after him.  His penis got soft and slipped out of me, so I finished coming without him inside me.

I was so happy, but he was very sleepy.  He fought to stay awake for about ten minutes of post-sex cuddle as we said sweet and loving things to one another.

"That was special to me, that I got to come with you inside me," I told him.  He agreed.

hit

Today I took a shower and came to bed naked.  "It's hot in here," boyfriend said.  "Should I take my clothes off too?"

I smiled.  He took off his pants.  "Take off your shirt," I told him.

Then we made out--he touched my tits, and I was horny.  I wanted him to fuck me.  I wanted that big, hard cock deep inside me.

But I wanted to be called names.  "Can Eduardo fuck me?" I asked.  "I want to be called names."

"Okay," he said.

"Can we review what names I want to be called?" I asked.  "Do you remember?"

"I don't remember," he said.

"Slut, come slut, little slut," I said.  "Whore, little whore," I added.  "I want him to call me a bitch, but that's advanced.  I don't think I'm ready for that today."

"Okay," he said.

"And I want him to slap me," I said.  "And I want him to make me suck his cock."

Boyfriend agreed, and we tied the red scarf around my head so I couldn't see.

"Suck my cock, slut," he said.  I leaned toward him--he was kneeling to my right.  I found his cock with my mouth and sucked.

"Suck my cock, whore," he said.  He was touching my left nipple, and I touched my right.  I was getting wet and so aroused by him and his words.

His cock felt huge and wonderful in my mouth.  "Eduardo," I said.  "Do you love me?"

Boyfriend paused.  "I love it when you suck my cock," he said.

"You can call me a bitch while I suck your cock," I said.

"Suck my cock, bitch," boyfriend said.  I felt so happy and was longing with my entire being to be fucked.  I sucked him off happily.  But I felt his arousal grow, and I didn't want him to come that way.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked.

"Like this?" he asked as he climbed on top of me.

"I'll take it any way I can get it," I said.  "But this is what I'd like best."

He entered me.  I pushed up against him and whimpered.  This was what I wanted.

"Fuck me," I said as he did.  With every thrust my I felt validated and whole.  I was so close to coming.

"I want to come for you," I said.  "Eduardo?" I asked.

"Yes," boyfriend said.

I felt the changes in the motions of his hips.  Oh, I forgot to say he was holding me down.  I wanted him to hit me, but I didn't think he really could.

"Are you coming in me?" I asked as boyfriend stopped, deep inside me.

"Yes," he said, sort of gasping.

I enjoyed the spasms of his cock as I felt them in me.  Then he withdrew and touched my tits.

"I want you to come for me," he said.  I rubbed my clitoris with the middle finger of my right hand.

"Will you slap me?" I asked.

He slapped the left side of my face.  "Like that?" he asked.

"Harder," I said.

He slapped me harder.  "Like that?" he asked.  He had never done this to me before.

"Yeah," I said.  It stung, and he rubbed my nipples quickly as I rubbed my clitoris.  He would hit me and then go back to rubbing my nipples.  He slapped the right side of my face a few times too.

My eyes cried a little--I was already teary from gagging on his cock as I went down on him.  I anticipated his slaps.  I looked forward to them and dreaded them at the same time.  Meanwhile, I was getting closer and closer to coming.

"Eduardo!" I said.

"Yes?" boyfriend said.

"I love anarchist boyfriend," I told him.  But I said boyfriend's name.  It's like I wanted that clear as I came.

Boyfriend slapped me, I rubbed my clitoris, he rubbed my nipples.  And then I came.  I made a sound, and the feelings made me move.  It was intense and real, yet over somewhat quickly.  I tried to really feel it and live in that moment.

I kept my hand on my cunt for a long time.  And then boyfriend removed the scarf from my eyes.  We looked at one another.

"Thank you for giving me what I needed," I said.

"You're welcome," he said.  We cuddled, and I told him I had never felt so sexually bonded to someone.  He said yes.  And then we fell asleep together.

the blow job

"I want to give you a blow job," I told him.

"Okay," he said.  We had been making out for a while, and his cock was nice and big.

"I want you to lie down and put your arms behind your head, like this," I told him.  I demonstrated with my elbows bent and my hands behind my head.

I used to think the phrase "blow job" was so nasty.  I guess I still think so, a nasty phrase for a beautiful act.  And I like that.

I touched his chest and tummy.  Then I caressed his legs.  Then I settled in with his cock.  I touched his balls.  And I starting licking his stiff cock.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.  I took him all the way into my mouth and did what I wanted to with him.  I made a rhythm with my sucking and the way I rode him with my mouth.  I would gag on him, back off, take it deep more, gag again.  The slick spit came from my throat, and I varied my speed and paid attention to his subtle cues of what he was liking best.

Because his hands were behind his head, I didn't have his hands to guide me or make me choke.  I really enjoy that, normally, but last night I wanted to be in control, for him to relinquish all control and just concentrate on the feelings.

I continued to go down on him, and his breathing changed.  "Tell me when you're going to come," I had told him before I started.  Then I corrected myself, "Tell me if you're going to come."  I didn't want him to feel pressured.

"I'm going to come soon," he warned me.  I continued but with more energy.

"I'm going to come," he told me, and he cried out as I felt his cock's first spasm, as hot come entered the entrance to my throat.  I continued as I felt spasm after spasm in my mouth.  And as he finished coming, I took a big swallow and swallowed it all.

I stayed there with his cock in my mouth for a while, feeling it relax.  Then I moved up the bed toward his head and kissed him.

"Did that feel good?" I asked.

"It felt great!" he said.

"Did you like that blow job?" I asked.

"I liked that blow job," he said.  I was so happy I had provided that experience for him.  I felt like a good girlfriend, and if I could keep giving him blow jobs like this, he would love me forever.

the prostitute

"I want to talk to you about something, but I'm scared," I said.

"Mmhm," he said.

"Tell me I don't need to be scared...because you love me unconditionally and because nothing can shock you--you're a nurse."  I laughed because that's an old joke of ours.

"You don't need to be scared--I love you unconditionally, and nothing can shock me--I'm a nurse!" he said.

I'm always so afraid he's going to think I'm dirty because of my fantasies and stop loving me.  I don't know why I'm so afraid of that.  But maybe I get off on the fear too.

Eventually, after more comfort and false starts, I began.

"So," I said.  "Today's the day you're going to the prostitute.  You get to the hotel room and open the door.  What do you see?"

I got him to tell me my own fantasy.  We talked about the prostitute.

"What do you say?" I asked.

"Hello," he said.

We talked about what the prostitute looks like.  Boyfriend defered to me.

"What do you think she looks like?" he asks.

"She looks a lot like me, but with bigger tits," I said.  "And what does she do?"

"She turns down the covers on the bed and sits down next to me.  Then she starts fondling my penis."

"Through your pants?" I asked.

"Yes.  Then she unzips my pants and takes my cock out."

"Is it hard?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question.

"Yes," he said.

"Then what do you do?" I asked.

"I take my clothes off, and I take her clothes off."  When he said that, I felt a pang of jealousy because he never undresses me.

"Do you touch her tits?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Then what?" I asked.

"Then she sucks my cock," he said.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels really good."

"Then what?" I asked.

"Why don't you tell me what happens next?" he asked.

"Okay," I said.  "She pushes you back on the bed and spreads the lips of her cunt around your cock.  She takes you all the way inside of her, and she begins to ride you."

This whole time I was touching his cock with my hand.  I kept putting more spit on my hand so it was nice and wet.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"So you're watching her tits bounce and move as she rides you," I said.  I paused and cuddled to him.

"Then what happens?" he asked.

"Then you come," I said.  "You pump her full of your come, and you like it."

We considered my story.  "I can't decide what happens next," I said.  "In some versions, you decide you want her to come, so you go down on her, but I don't know if she can come that way."

"She can come that way," he said.

"Okay, so what happens?" I asked.

"I go down on her, and she loves it."

"What does she do?" I asked.

"She moans and says my name," he said.

"She doesn't know your name," I said.

"Oh," he said.  "She moans and comes."

We consider his addition to the story.  "What next?" he asks.

"Then you put on your clothes and leave," I said.  "How did it feel to have sex with someone you didn't love?" I asked.

"Uncomfortable," he said.

"Oh no!" I said.  "I thought it would be fun!"  I thought telling him my fantasy of him fucking a prostitute would satisfy some of his need for novelty and he could feel more free.  I thought one of the main goals of seeing a prostitute was that you could do things you couldn't do with your wife.  But maybe he wasn't deep enough into the fantasy to realize that?  Or maybe he already does everything he wants to, with me?

"How does having sex with me feel different?" I asked.  "It's loving?"

"It's loving.  It's comfortable.  It's happy.  It's safe," he said.

I keep looking for the dark underbelly of his sexual desires and not finding it.  I would like a good rape scene.  Does it not exist, or is it there and I'll never see it?

wishing for him

We were at my parents' house, in the bedroom I lived in as a child and teenager.  We were in bed, and he was kneeling over me, masturbating fast.  I watched his hand moving on his cock.  I could tell from his breathing how he was close to coming.

"I want you to come on my tits," I said.  "I want you to come all over me.  I want your come to go wherever it goes.  I want it on my face."

Immediately he was ejaculating on me.  I felt his come spurting fast and hard on my face, so warm, and then felt it dripping onto my tits.

I was so happy.  "Your come sprayed on my face," I said.  I moved his hand to the semen on my face so he could feel it.  "That was the hottest thing ever."

Later I told him how it was in this very room that I masturbated as a kid and teenager, wishing for him.

two stories about Maria

This is the longer favorite Maria fantasy.

"It's night, and I'm going to be away.  Maria has her first date with you alone.  In the morning I go down on you and make you come because you're so excited you get to fuck her that night," I say.

"So I leave and she comes over," I say.  "What's the first thing you want to happen?"

"I want you to show up," you say, so sweet.

"No, this is about you and her," I say.  I feel loved that you want me there.  But it really turns me on to imagine you together alone.

"What do you want to do with her?"

"I want her to suck my cock," you say.  I am so turned on by your desire for her.

"I like to imagine her sucking your cock," I tell you.  "Do you want her to suck it slowly?"

"Yeah," you say.

"I like to imagine her sucking your cock so slowly, taking you all the way in, making you feel so good," I say.  This whole time I'm touching your erection.  "I like her lips around the base of your cock and her hands caressing your balls while she goes down on you."

"Do you like that?" I ask.

"Yeah," you say.

"Then you go down on her," I tell him.  "You make her feel so good with your tongue.  She's moaning for you.  She's so wet for you.  She wants you as much as you want her."

"Then she climbs on top of you," I say.  "She parts the lips of her cunt and slips you inside of her.  She slides you in all the way."

"Do you like that?" I ask.

"Yeah," you say again.  I am so turned on by the conversation.  My cunt aches with love.  I'm flooded with lust as if I were Maria.

"She rides you.  You hold onto her hips, and you pump yourself inside of her.  You look at her big tits as she rides you.  You look at their movement.  You push your cock up into her as she bounces her cunt around you again and again."

"Do you like that idea?" I ask.

"Yes," you say.  I like how excited you are in my hand.

"Then she comes for you," I say.  "She's coming on your cock.  You're so happy to watch her come.  And then before you know what's happening, you're pushing up as hard as you can and shooting her full of your come."

"Do you want that?" I ask.

"Yes," you say.  We feel so happy.  Then I move myself down to your cock and suck your cock, and you moan for me.  I push my big tits around your cock, and my nipples graze your thighs.  You come in my mouth, and I swallow every drop of your loved semen.

This is the powerful shorter Maria fantasy.

"One night I go out, and Maria comes over," I say.  "We have our relationships set up so the three of us have sex together sometimes.  But never just the two of you.  We have agreed to that."

"But one night when I'm not home, she comes over," I say.  "She wants you, and you want her.  You kiss.  You go into the bedroom and take off all your clothes.  You embrace each other, and you move to the bed.  You're above her, and you fuck her, and you fuck her hard."

I'm touching your cock as I tell you this story, and again, I'm happy to feel your excitement.

"Then I come home earlier than you expected," I say.  "You hear me at the door.  And I can hear your moans and her moans as you fuck her."

Here I pause.  My favorite part of the story is next.

"I walk into the bedroom and see you fucking her.  You look up at me.  And you begin to fuck her harder and faster.  You want to come in her.  You're looking me in the eye as you fuck her.  Then you come, and I hear you cry out as you fill her with your come."

I feel so turned on to have told you this story.  I feel vulnerable to have shared my fantasy with you.  We have sex more, and we come, and I am happy that my fantasy is now in your mind and has turned you on.

Later you want to know what I like about that story.  "I like that what you're doing is totally wrong," I say.  "In real life, it would be horrible if you did that.  But in my fantasy, it's the hottest possible thing."

You suggest it's the transgression, and I agree.  "It's just the ultimate betrayal," I say.  "I like when you look up at me.  You don't stop--you don't apologize or try to explain.  You just fuck her harder and make eye contact with me as you pump her full of your come."

I really like these stories.

in love

Night before last we were in bed and I can't remember everything we did--it's a beautiful hot blur.  But something we did that was really special for me is we looked at porn together, and it was good.  I liked the sounds the porn actors made, and I liked their movements.

Then I did something I have wanted to do for years--I sucked his cock while we watched the porn.  I liked hearing the moaning and words of the porn actors mixed in with his moans.  I liked his cock in my mouth as he watched.  I liked knowing what he was seeing and knowing his sexual desire as I sucked.  I had been abstractly wanting to do that for a long time, since before I met him, and finally I was safe enough with him to realize that need.  I was so happy.  I had the feeling that I could have everything I needed, with him.

Yesterday we went on a long drive, and I couldn't stop thinking about sex.  Oh, something else wonderful that happened night before last is we invented a male playmate for us to have.  For a long time we have had Maria, the woman who we bring to bed with us in our imaginations.  We have so much fun with her.  I will have to tell you my hottest fantasy about her some other time.

But the man we invented to have sex with is named Eduardo.  We talked about him watching anarchist boyfriend fuck me.  He sat to the side and masturbated while he watched.  "What does his cock look like?" I asked.  "Is it very big?"

"No, it's kind of stubby," anarchist boyfriend said.

"Is it veiny?" I asked.

"No, it's smooth," he said.  "But it's got good color."

Later anarchist boyfriend said something about Eduardo coming on my foot.  And boyfriend said something about Eduardo fucking me.  "Are we ready for that?" I asked.

And yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about sex in the car.  My mind played through numerous fantasies, and I couldn't stop.  I told anarchist boyfriend that it was almost pathological.  In a way I felt close to him, because the fantasies included him, but in a way I was in my own world.

So I was thinking about sex a lot, and I was deliriously happy.  I told boyfriend a little about what was on my mind.  We we caressed one another's arms as we drove.  He reached for my thigh.  I touched my own nipples through my shirt.  I reached for his cock in his pants, and it was hard.  "Is this too distracting?" I asked, and he said no.

But he got too sleepy to drive, and we pulled over.  We made out, kissing a lot, his hands finding my nipples, and I was so horny.  He was too.  I liked being there with him, by the side of the road, slightly distracted by watching for cars out of the corner of my eye, hoping a cop wouldn't see us there, badly wanting to masturbate and not letting myself.

I wanted to tell him the fantasy I kept coming back to and building upon.  But I was scared, and I thought it might be good to save it for a time we could really have sex.

But I did tell him how happy I had been to go down on him while he watched porn.  I tried to explain why it had meant so much to me.  I put my hand on my heart and looked for the words.

"It was really hot?" he suggested.

"Well, yeah," I said.  "But something other than that too.  It was really...tender."  I had been so happy to do something I had wanted to do for years and to do it with him.  "You give me everything I need," I said.  "You're everything I ever wanted."

I kept living in the fantasy world of sex until I took over the driving and couldn't concentrate on sex anymore, though many thoughts of sex did cross my mind.  We arrived at my parents' house and spent time with family.

Then it was finally bedtime, and I was pleased.  We started to make out, and I reached for his cock.  He slipped off his chonies.  I went down on him.  I was so glad to finally have him in my mouth.  I thought of my fantasies but didn't tell him any.  I touched licked my hand and touched his cock with my wet hand.  Then I went down on him again.  Then I touched him with my hand again.

"Can I tell you a dirty story?" I asked.

"Sure," he said.

"Well, it's not dirty," I said.  "It's sweet."  Where could I begin?  I began.

"We have J over, and we all decide to cuddle and see what happens," I started.  J is our friend who I met on okcupid maybe nine months ago.  We have spent time with her in person just  handful of times and have always enjoyed it.  We email pretty regularly.  She is younger than us and a very lively, kind person who is interested in all sorts of things.  I am not sure where our friendship is headed.  We might be destined for a good, solid friendship without sex, but it's true we met on okcupid.  She has a girlfriend she lives with.

"We have a couch in the livingroom," I continue.  "So we sit on either side of her, and we begin to caress her.  We touch her back and her arms.  We touch her hair, and we touch the side of her face."  I touched the side of my own face.  "She touches us too."

"Then we decide to take our shirts off, and to take our bras off," I continue.  "We touch one another's naked backs.  We touch one another's shoulders.  We touch one another's chests.  You embrace her, and you feel her little tits against your chest.  I embrace her too, and I feel her little tits against my larger ones.  Then I reach for her nipples and she reaches for mine.  We squeeze each other's nipples, and it feels so good.  We kiss.  You watch us kiss.  And you two kiss too as I watch."

"Do you like this story?" I ask.  This whole time I've been touching his cock with my hand.

"Yes," he says.

"Then we take the rest of our clothes off," I continue.  "You sit on the couch with your legs spread wide, and she and I kneel between your legs.  We take turns sucking your cock.  First she moves her lips over the head of your cock.  Then she takes you all the way into her mouth to her throat.  She sucks your cock for maybe ten seconds.  Then I take over and suck your cock.  Then she sucks your cock more.  We keep trading off."  I like that part a lot.  I stop touching him with my hand to suck his cock for a moment.

"Then we decide to go to bed," I say.  "You lie on your back, and she climbs on top of you.  She opens the lips of her cunt and slides you all the way inside of her.  She begins to ride you.  Meanwhile I'm kissing you and caressing your hair like this."  I caress his head sweetly.  I can feel him getting more excited in my hand, and I wonder if my story will make him come.

"Then she begins to come, and we watch her and listen to her come," I tell him.  "Then you look at me, and we say we love each other.  Then you push up inside of her with all your strength, and you pump her full of your come."

My story is complete.  "Do you like my story?" I ask.

"Yes," he says.

"How much do you like it?" I ask.

"Very much," he says.

"Am I the best story teller ever?" I ask.

"You are," he says.  I begin to suck his cock, wanting him to come in my mouth, and finally I taste his semen in my mouth and feel his cock pulse.  I swallow every drop.

"Did you just come in my mouth?" I ask.

"Yes," he says.

"And did you like it when I swallowed your come?" I ask.

"Yes," he says.

Then I lie back and he touches my tits.  "Now you tell me the story," I say as I rub my clitoris and feel the slick wetness between the lips of my cunt.

I have never been this in love.

everything

I love you because you make me yogurt and for your cock.

Smiles.

Oh wait, I love you for all the other stuff.

All the stuff other than making you yogurt and my cock?

Yeah.  Oh wait, I love you for everything.

Smiles.

What do you love me for?

Smiles.

Because I eat your yogurt and suck your cock?

I love you for everything.