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.

all I wanted

We were on a long drive, and all I wanted was to get home and have sex.  "There's something I want that's embarrassing," I said.  I was afraid to tell him what it was.  But then I did tell him.

"I want you to masturbate close to my face and then shoot your come into my mouth." I said.  "And then I want to swallow it."

We made it home, and I took a quick shower.  When I went to the bedroom, he'd already lit a candle and was in the bed.  "What are you doing there?" I asked.

"Warming up the bed for you," he said.  He was wearing a teeshirt and underwear. When he sat up to take his shirt off, I cheered.

We kissed, and I caressed his cock.  It was large and hard.  He took off his underwear for me.  I was already naked.

Then he was on top of me, thrusting himself into me--a little deeper then a little deeper.  I was overjoyed.  "I want to come with you inside me," I told him, and he wanted that too.  I rubbed my clitoris with my fingers as I rubbed my body up against him.

Soon I was about to come.  "Come for me," he told me, and I did.  I was afraid, right before the waves of pleasure hit me--afraid of the vulnerability of it, afraid of feeling too much.  But then it was happening, and all I knew was happiness.

Then he moved his body toward my head and his cock close to my face.  He started to masturbate there.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

 "Yeah," I said, and I watched him as well as I could from that close distance.  I looked at his hand on his cock, and I looked at his beautiful candlelit face.  As he got closer, I opened my mouth for him.

Then his come was squirting into my mouth.  I felt it hit my tongue and lips.  It felt its heat.  I was so satisfied by it.  I was dazzled by how perfect it was.  And then I remembered to swallow.

He got his teeshirt and wiped off his cock.  He wiped off my chin, which had come on it.  And we cuddled close.

"How long do you want to keep me?" I asked.

"Forever," he said.

yours

Last night we were lying in bed cuddling.  I didn't have a shirt on.  You touched my nipples gently, and I was so happy.  I felt my cunt ache with desire as the blood rushed in.  My clitoris felt enlivened.

I pushed you back on the bed and went down on you.  You were silent.  Your cock was all the way in my mouth, and I moved my lips at the base of your cock.  You murmured.  I sucked your cock enthusiastically.  You were pulling me up so your cock was aligned with my cunt.  You wanted in me.

I took off my clothes, and you were on top of me.  You slipped yourself inside of me, partially, and I struggled to get you all the way in.  I think you like it when I beg you for it.  When we pushed all the way together, I gasped.  That's exactly what I wanted.

I rubbed my nipples with my thumbs as I felt your weight and reality on top of and inside of me.

You thrust gently a few times.  I wanted you so badly, wanted to come so badly.  I pushed against you.

Then you withdrew, not wanting to come.  You rested your cock on my cunt for a few seconds.  I wanted you back inside me.  I pushed my cunt up against you in a rhythmic way.

Then you entered me again.  I was excited and so aroused for you.  You were still, and I tried to make you fuck me.  I writhed beneath you and grabbed at your body.  You thrust slightly, giving me what I wanted partially, and then pulled out again.

Then you were coming on my belly.  I felt your cock spasm, and your beautiful balls were against me as you came.

You got a paper towel and cleaned us up.  Then you sucked my right nipple and touched my left as I rubbed my clitoris and remembered how it felt when you were inside me.  You sucked my nipple energetically, and I was so grateful for you.

Then I was coming, and I was completely yours.

trust

We were cuddling, and he was sleepy.  I gave him some options.  I really wanted to look at porn together but was too shy to ask.  I wanted the sounds of porn.  And I have a fantasy about going down on him while he watches porn of someone going down on someone.  "We can keep cuddling, we can have sex, we can keep cuddling and have sex, you can unpack more boxes..."

"I like the first three," he said.

But he was falling asleep, and I suggested he nap while I took a shower.  I took a shower and felt the warm water on my body.  I washed my hair and got very clean.  I imagined his tongue on my cunt--that's what I hoped would happen.

I went back to the bedroom, and my hair was dripping wet.  He held his arms out to me.  I was above him in bed, dripping water onto him.

Then we were cuddling again.  Somehow I suggested that he give my nipples a lot of attention.  I was happy but not satisfied.

"Would you go down on me?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, and he moved his head toward my cunt.

"It's been such a long time," I said.

He licked my clitoris, first gently then harder.  I was excited, and he could hear that in the sounds I made.  I touched my nipples.  I wanted to come--I was straining toward him.  I imagined him doing this to A, the one I love, other than anarchist boyfriend.  I remember the first few times he went down on me, what a revelation it was of how good sex could feel, and I wanted to share him.

Then I wanted him to kiss my mouth, and he did.  His mouth was slippery and fragrant from my cunt.  I gently rubbed my clitoris as we kissed.  My cunt was so wet from his mouth, and I touched its opening softly.

I decided to tell him what was going through my head.  I wanted him inside me and wondered if my words would make him hard.  "I want to see you go down on A," I said.  "I want you to make A come.  I want to see you fuck A.  I want to see A go down on you.  I want A to make you come."  I imagined A's body and anarchist boyfriend's body joined in these ways, and I felt really turned on.

I was holding his cock, and I felt it get hard in my hand as I touched it.  I felt the ridges at the head of his cock become defined, and I wanted to feel them with my cunt.

He positioned himself at the entrance to my cunt and eased himself inside of me.  I rubbed my clitoris as he fucked me.  And when I knew I was going to come, I removed my hand and pushed my body against him.  I let his thrusts take me all the way there.  My mouth was open wide in a voiceless scream as the pleasure hit me again and again.

"Do you like hearing my fantasies?" I asked him later.

"Yes," he said.

"Why is that?" I asked.  "Because you feel closer to me?"

"Yes," he said.  "And you to me?"

"I think so," I said.  "But it's scary."  It's scary to share my fantasies, and it can feel scary to come, too--to make myself that vulnerable to another person.

But I do it almost every day.  I trust him.