hotel fantasy

The one I most want him to fuck.  Why is that?  It's a chemistry thing.  She's really sexy in a really accessible way.  And she's a friend.  I'd like to fuck her too.

My main fantasy goes like this.  It's actually a fantasy but also a fantasy about a conversation.

They are going somewhere together and have to stay overnight in a hotel.  "How many times do you think you could make her come?" I asked him.

"Eight," he said.  I thought that was a good guess.  In real life, I have no idea, but in our fantasy life, eight sounds about right.

"What's the first way you make her come?" I imagine asking him.

"I want to lick her pussy," he tells me.  I imagine him with his face in her cunt.  He is so good at it.  Ever since he first went down on me, three and a half years ago, I've been wanting to share him with other women because he gives the best head in the world.

So they're in bed.  In reality, though there's no reality here, only fantasy--I guess layers of fantasy--there's a pause, a look, taking off the clothes, the first time she sees his beautiful erection, he first time he caresses her tits, all that.

But in the fantasy, he skips that.  He goes straight for her cunt.  He licks and licks, enjoying her sounds of pleasure.  Her soft skin.  Enjoying a new clit on his tongue.  Enjoying her.

He knows how to make a woman come.  Stubbornly, persistently, he licks until she can't hold back anymore.

She comes, and it's deeply satisfying for him that for so, so long he's wanted to make her come, and finally, here she is, such a beautiful orgasming woman, his tongue pressing into her as she moves.

"What's the second way you make her come?" I ask.  "Or do you want a blow job first?"

"I want a blow job," he says.

He's been aching for her.  So she kisses his chest, his tender neck, his mouth.  They kiss and kiss.  She continues downward, and he's so excited.  He can't believe he's finally going to get blown by her.  She kisses his tummy and his pubic hair.  She kisses his balls.

Then she kisses his dick.  He relaxes, but he's very alert and aware.  He relaxes back into the bed, but he is so present with her.

She's kissing his dick and suddenly takes him all the way into her mouth.  She blows him.  She sucks him off good.

"How does her blow job feel?" I ask.

"Feels great," he says, a man of few words.

She sucks and sucks, and it doesn't take long.  He's been waiting years for this.  So he says, "Uhh!" as he comes hard into her mouth.

"Does she swallow?" I ask him.

We think about it.  "No," he said.  She spits his semen into a hotel tissue.

What's next?  He needs a couple hours before he can fuck her, so they kiss and nap.  Or magically, since this is a magical encounter, once in a lifetime, probably, he's hard and ready again.

I like to imagine her on top of him, her tits in his face, her tits in his hands.  Her body so real and soft and good on his dick as she humps him, as she puts him into her over and over again.  Maybe she loses control a little bit and uses him, closing her eyes and grunting to get herself off on that lovely cock.

Or maybe her eyes are open the whole time, and he's staring into her eyes.  Maybe it's a deep thing.  Maybe she is accepting his heart as she accepts his slippery condomed dick into her pussy, though he says he couldn't love her that way, only as a friend.

He's lying there on his back, and she's doing whatever she wants with him.  He can pretend he's innocent, though he does reach up and touch her tits, sort of like a cat pawing a cat toy.

So she rides and humps and grinds until she's coming, and in the fantasy, it's immediately afterward that he comes too, pushing her up with his entire self, pushing so deep into her with his dick as he blows his wad into the thin condom.  Is he so innocent?

They rest again.  Maybe one takes a shower, or they both do.  It feels good to be in this rhythm together in the clean, comfortable hotel room.  They doze for a little while.

Then he licks her pussy again.  His tongues teases at her clit expertly.  This is the best time.  He kisses her cuntlips and sticks his tongue into her hole.  He tenderly licks her clit, making her want more, then giving her more as he licks it harder.

"Oh god.  Oh god," she chants.  He's about to make her come, and he makes her come again and again.  He pushes down on her clit with his tongue as she yelps with an orgasm.  Then he continues, sort of like nothing happened, as she pants and tries to regain herself.

Soon she's coming again.  He makes her come five times this way, until she pushes him off of her, exhausted. But he's very happy.  It's been a long time since he made someone come like that.

She drinks some water.  She looks at him surprised, like she had no idea he could be so persistent.  It's 2 am, and they decide to go to sleep.

In the morning, they wake up.  They're a little sore but happy.  "One more time?" she asks him, pleading, but he doesn't need to be pleaded with.

This time--might be the last chance they ever get to have sex--he's on top.  He's fucking her.  He has a condom on because he promised me.

"How does it feel, to be in her pussy?" I ask.

"Soft...smooth...warm...tight," he says.

He's fucking away at her hole, and she cries out for him as she comes easily and hard.  Her pussy grasps his dick over and over again as she spasms.

He stares at her tits as they jiggle with every thrust of his dick.  He knows he's going to come soon, so he pulls out, pulls the condom off, stuffs himself back into her pussy, and groans as he ejaculates into the deepest part of her, his sweet come filling her like he's wanted for so long.

"Well, that was unexpected," she says when he's done shaking.  They shower and pack and go.

hot springs

Yesterday anarchist boyfriend and I went to the hot springs.  We brought our bathing suits and thought we'd soak with the friends we drove there with.  But I didn't understand the procedure, so I hesitated at the door to room four.  My friend suggested we have some private time, so we split up into our respective couples.

So boyfriend and I took off our clothes in room four.  I showered at the little shower in the corner of the room, and I entered the water, walking down the steps and holding onto the rails so I wouldn't slip on the slippery water.  The pool was clean, and the room was open to the sky, no roof.  I could hear the voices of other hot springs visitors.

The water was not as hot as I thought it would be.  It felt good to be naked in the water.  I liked the feeling of floating, especially my breasts.  I felt nearly weightless and so alive in my body.  It was like yoga used to feel for me, like I could enjoy being embodied.

Then anarchist boyfriend entered the water.  He looked beautiful, his long body with its lovely colors and shapes.  His love for me.  He came down the steps and we held hands.  We swam around a little in the small pool.  I put water on my face and soaked my hair, hoping the medicinal properties of the water would heal me somehow.

We met up again to hold hands again.  It felt intoxicatingly good.

"This is the nicest feeling in the world," I said.  "The nicest."

Then we embraced, our naked bodies floating together in the hot water.  I was up against a side of the pool, and he was holding me.  I felt really free, like he wasn't pressuring me.  We were two alert, curious people, wondering what would happen between us in the water.

We caressed each other's bodies, and the water felt smooth.  Our hands glided over one another so softly.  We held one another loosely.

I was so happy and aroused.  My cunt ached.  I had seen his erection through the water, familiar and good.  Now I pushed my lower body forward, and my cunt made contact with his erection, sliding there.

I rubbed against him like that for a moment.  Then I pulled my lower body away.  We kissed and kissed.  I caressed the small of his back, making small motions with my fingers.  I caressed his beautiful ass.

I wanted him so badly in that moment.  I didn't know what to do.  Should we have sex in the pool?  This was all new to me.  How much time did we have left, anyway?  Boyfriend had set the alarm on his cellphone.

I pushed my lower body forward again, and my cunt slid over him.  This time I positioned him at the opening of my cunt.  We pushed together.

I grabbed at his shoulders.  We bobbed in the water in time with his slow thrusts.

I didn't know if someone would open the door at any moment.

He was inside me and we paused.  I was impaled on his dick and we floated together like that for a few seconds, utterly connected.

Then I pulled my lower body away, and we caressed one another again.  He was still between my legs, and he touched my thighs, which felt so good it sent a thrill through me.

"Here, see how much longer we have," I whispered.

He got up to check his phone and the alarm went off.  I climbed out of the pool in ecstasy.  I was disoriented and forgot the concept of towels.  I put my clothes on my wet body.  I struggled with my socks and hoped my shoes wouldn't fall in the pool.  I was flushed.  Would everyone know we were having sex in there?

Was everyone having sex in there?  We exited the room and sat on a wicker couch with cushions.  We were blissed out and relaxed.  The sun had come out from behind clouds.  I leaned my head back on the couch and held boyfriend's hand.

Two Asian men rushed into room four as soon as we sat on the couch.

Then our friends came out.  We sat together and I said how the water wasn't as hot as I'd expected.  We rested there.  The sun was shining on my legs.

We all wanted to take a second dip, and our friend asked us if we should go in all together, or if we should split up again.  I looked at boyfriend.  "I like what we just did," I said.  We all agreed to split up again.

When the Asian men left room four, we rushed back into it.  We took off our clothes, and I went into the little open shower again, hurrying this time.  I touched my cunt with my fingers, and it was very slippery there.

I stepped down the stairs into the warm water and enjoyed those same floating feelings as I entered the pool and gently swam.

Then boyfriend entered the pool, and I was wondering how we would behave together.  "It feels so good just to hold you hands," I said as our fingers intertwined.  He swam between my legs again, and we caressed one another again.

I wanted to come.  I wondered if I would get the chance.  But how would it feel to come and then be with our friends minutes later?  Was it wrong, to be having sex with boyfriend while we were there with friends?

He positioned his cock at the opening of my pussy.  He struggled to enter me.  I wanted him in there.  We grasped at one another.  We moved together, and I tried to stay very quiet.

He touched my nipples, and it was too much.  I was burning with pleasure.  I felt full of light.

"I want to turn you over and fuck you from behind," he whispered to me.

I wondered if he would come inside me as I turned around and he grabbed my hips and positioned himself at the willing opening of my pussy.  I felt so available to him, and I wanted him in my ass.  Everything seemed so possible in the languid warmth.  But I knew that might be messy, and I felt him plunge himself into my cunt.

He moved in and out of me, careful and slow.  I realized he wasn't going to come.  This time I knew the door had a chain across it and no one would interrupt us.

He pulled out, and we faced one another again.  "Do you want to come?" I whispered.  I considered giving him a blowjob in the water.  Then at least one of us would have some relief.

We cuddled more in the water, and I felt frustrated.  My clitoris felt like it was glowing as it throbbed.  I wanted more.  But I felt wrong to want more.  

I was a little dizzy, realizing the heat was getting to me finally and I needed to drink some water, but we'd forgotten it.  I was a little worried.

It felt like a long time had passed, and I asked him again to check his phone.  "One minute till the alarm goes off," he said.  Our time in the pool was over.

"Do you think our friends were having sex too?" I asked later.  Boyfriend said he wondered.

That evening, home again, we fucked sweetly in our bed, talking about what had happened together in the hot springs.  "Do you know what I really liked about it?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"That it was just us," I said.  I was so glad we could be alone together and have been together for three and a half years and are still so horny for each other and can do new things.

He fucked me from behind.  We were on our sides, and he held onto the tops of my shoulders, squeezing me there, hurting me.  I felt him lose a little control, and then he ejaculated into me.

I turned over, and he touched my clit.  It felt so good I whimpered quietly.  He rubbed me, and when I came, he stopped moving his finger.  Then I made him rub me again, and it felt like I came a second time.

My mouth was open wide in a noiseless scream, and I wanted the feelings so badly, healing for all the confusion I'd felt at the hot springs.

Meanwhile, I can't wait to go back.

Snow White

For months, he told me stories about Goldilocks.  She would sneak into the house and try the bears' beds.  They would come home from the woods and find her there, take turns fucking her, their huge bear cocks hurting her small pussy.

"How old is she?" I would ask as I masturbated.  He would tell me 18 or 19, and I would say she was 14.  Her long golden hair, her small breasts, bears' cocks in her hands while another bear slammed himself into her over and over again.

It was a good story, and I liked the variations.  "Which bear are you?" I asked.  "How does her pussy feel?"  He would tell me it felt small and tight around his big bear dick.  Warm and slippery.  If he went third, her pussy would be already full of bear come.

Then he told me a story about Snow White.  The dwarves had wanted her for so long.  So one night she tiptoes through the house naked.  The dwarves are hiding.  One tackles her and spreads her legs with his hands and sticks his big dwarf cock into her.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Happy," he said.

The dwarves take turns.  Of course, boyfriend is Sleepy.  "Would you like to fuck her first, or last?" I ask.  He says first, and I tell him that he might have a better chance at impregnating her if he goes last.  Hopefully she's ovulating.

Last night he told a version of the story where the dwarves take turns holding her down while one fucks away at her hole.  I like that one, and while I masturbated I imagined Snow White struggling.

ring ritual

I got a wedding ring in the mail.  When I opened the large bubble envelope, I saw a spider in there.  It was alive, moving around.  I didn't know what to do.

Boyfriend took over for me, extricating the small box, and I started wearing the ring when I was out.  But we hadn't done a ritual around it.

"I want to touch your penis with this ring," I told him.

"That sounds good," he said.

We went to bed.  I raised the ring to his lips, making him kiss it, and I kissed it too, while he played with my tits.

I touched his cock.  "Tell me I'm going to suck it," I said.

"You're going to suck it," he said.

So I did suck it, and it was nice and hard.  "It's been a while," I said.  I liked gagging on it.  I felt greedy for it.

"I'm going to put the ring around my clitoris and then I want you to fuck me and then I want you to ejaculate on it," I said.

That sounded good to him.

He climbed onto me and slid into my cunt so smoothly.  He fucked me, and we were both excited.  I liked imagining the ring there, around my clitoris, and I could feel it there, wanted, as he pumped himself in and out of me.

"You want me to come on the ring, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He pulled out of me and was there between my legs, ejaculating on the ring.  I was happy.

Then I masturbated as he touched my tits.

"Call me your beautiful slut," I requested.

"You're my beautiful slut," he said as I rubbed myself.  My clitoris felt strange surrounded by the ring, and I liked the unusual.

"Again," I said.

"You're my beautiful slut," he said.

"I'm going to come," I said.  My back arched, and I felt the rising and then the crashing as my pussy spasmed and spasmed.

Then we cuddled.  I removed the ring from my cunt and held it in my right hand.  I felt it had been sanctified.  I washed it off and wore it this morning.

I wondered what kind of sign it was that I'd found a spider in the envelope.  Friends told me it was a good sign.

hotel fantasy

"I have a fantasy that for some reason you have to spend a night at a hotel with her," I said, her being the person we talk about the most, in bed.

"How many times do you think you could make her come?" I asked.

"Eight," he said.

I imagine them in the bed with its white sheets, him fucking her all night, licking her pussy, getting her off again and again.  His hands on her tits, her smiles, her moans.  His sweet intentionality and determination.  Trying to make a friend happy, to make her feel good.

A good night.

tent fantasy

My first boyfriend cheated on me, he confessed, touching the breasts of another girl in a tent during a summer he spent away from me.

That was many years ago, but the incident holds a charge.  I asked anarchist boyfriend to tell me the story, and he did.  I liked it so much that a few days later, I asked to hear it again.

"I'm in a tent," he said.  "And a girl comes into the tent.  I'm thinking of you."

"Why are you thinking of me?" I asked.

"Because I love you," he said.

"But you're about to have sex with someone else," I said.

"Well, you'll never know," he said.  "She takes off her shirt, and I touch her tits.  They're small.  I can hold her tits in my hand."

He grabbed one of my tits as he said it.  I was lying beside him in bed, masturbating as I listened to his sacred story.

I imagined her wearing a peach-colored sweater like one I had when I was a teenager.  I imagined anarchist boyfriend looking at her lasciviously.  Her youth and innocence.

"I touch her tits for a long time," he said.  "I swirl my fingers around her nipples like this.  She really likes it.  Then she notices my erection in my pants and wants to suck it.  So I take off my pants, and she takes of her clothes, and she sucks my cock."

I imagine his big cock in her mouth.  She looks up at him as she blows him.

"She says she wants me to fuck her," he said.

"No, I don't think she's capable of communicating that," I said.  I imagined myself at that age.

"Okay, I want to fuck her.  So I spread her cunt lips and slip myself inside of her," he said.

"But you need to wear a condom," I said.

"But I have a vasectomy," he said.

"But you're a teenager too," I said.  "You don't have a vasectomy yet."

"Okay, I put a condom on my cock.  I begin to fuck her.  I do it deeply.  But she doesn't want me to come in her.  She's afraid of getting pregnant."

I was thrilled by the detail.  He was touching my tits as he told the story, and I started to touch his hard dick as I rubbed myself.  I remember being so afraid of getting pregnant.

"So I'm pumping myself in and out of her pussy.  It feels so good.  And I pull out as I'm about to come.  I take the condom off and ejaculate all over her little tits."

I imagined his wad glistening on her titties.  "What happens then?" I asked.

"Then she puts her clothes on and leaves.  We don't cuddle.  We don't love each other," he said.

I can picture it all so clearly.  I would like better if he talked about her small body, her cunt being little and tight, her long and curly light brown hair, the sound he makes as he comes.

Oh, I forgot the second time he told me the story, he said that after he came, he touched her cunt.  He liked his fingers inside of her.  She came on his hand.  She came hard.

I would like it better if he told me what sound she made as she came, her body moving against his hand as he rubbed her, her body bucking as she orgasmed.

I imagine them in the tent in the forest, surrounded by tall trees, cold in the night.  There's something so compelling about the story.  I want to hear it more.