having sex with trees, clouds, the Earth

Yesterday when we were having sex, I was imagining having sex with a tree.  I’ve had this fantasy for more than 30 years.


Trees are so beautiful and good.  I love them, and there was a field by my house, when I was a kid.  I would sit in a favorite huge eucalyptus tree for hours. I would sing or daydream.


In my fantasy, its leaves are green and vibrant.  I’m holding on, pushing my body against its trunk.  Pushing my face against its smooth bark. Smelling its good smells, feeling its life force.


My cunt is aching and slippery.  I push myself against the tree over and over.  I push my tits against it too. It’s solid and real.


Then the fantasy shifts, and my long hair is turning into leaves.  I’m turning into a tree person. But my ass is curvy and beautiful.  


I find the tree has a dick of wood.  I slip its dick into my cunt and ride the tree.  I’m holding on tight, shoving the wood dick into me over and over again, the trunk so big and good against me.


I realize I’m going to come, and I slow down.  I want to savor this.


Then the fantasy shifts again, and the tree is on top of me, fucking me, more animal than tree now, but with those good smells and vividness, and a long, smooth branch-dick.  


The tree is overwhelming me as it moves itself in and out of me, so much bigger than I am.  It fucks and fucks me. I like the combination of overwhelm and arousal. We move together faster, and the leaves of the tree make a rustling sound, like a wind-sound.


Meanwhile, anarchist boyfriend is fucking a cloud.  The cloud is huge, and boyfriend is huge too, the size of a giant.


He’s rubbing his naked body on the soft cloud, holding it, humping it, and the cloud is like a person sometimes.  It keeps forming and re-forming. It’s fluffy and wispy. At times it has shapes like a human’s body, but it’s always moving and changing.


Anarchist boyfriend loves the feel of the cloud, and he’s been making love with it for hours.  It feels good on his skin, and he rubs his dick on cloud-tits that disappear.


But the cloud is so unsolid that he can’t come.  It’s not solid enough for his dick to ejaculate into.


But they’ve been doing it for hours.  He’s getting more and more aroused, almost frustrated.  He wants a place to push his dick that’s more solid--he wants to come.


Now I’m imagining him finding a place in the Earth to push his dick, a soft place.  There are grassy hills, sensual and beautiful.


He lies down between two hills and slides his giant dick into the Earth, and it’s accomodated.  The solidness feels so good, as he enters the dark, wet soil.


He fucks the Earth, just a few thrusts, and his body is so relieved as he ejaculates his seed into the Earth, spasm by spasm.


Then he lies there, holding onto the Earth, his love.


But in another version, rather than fucking the Earth, he finds me with the tree.  I’m pushing against it, my ass so curvy.


I feel very happy to turn from the tree and accept anarchist boyfriend’s dick into me.  He’s human-sized now.


The tree is behind me, and boyfriend is inside me and on top of me.  He fucks me with all his cloud-arousal, those hours of wanting.


We cling to one another as he shoots his huge load of come deep into me.  The sun and the sky are approving.

breeder

We were having sex, and I started having this fantasy that he washed up on a remote, rocky shore and was discovered by some beautiful big-titted mermaids.





First they took turns blowing him, curious and happy. He was surrounded by them.





When he ejaculated down the throat of the 20th mermaid, his entire body spasming, he felt a twinge of guilt, thinking of me, but it had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life.





Then they let him sleep, and when he woke up, he was alone with a mermaid. She made love with him on the rocky shore as waves crashed.





It turned out they had lost all their mermen, and the mermaids all wanted merbabies, so they were hoping that anarchist boyfriend would impregnate all of them.





At first he was clumsy. He had never touched a mermaid before. She smelled of the sea. Her long hair was tangled with kelp. They had a language barrier. They communicated nonverbally.





She was wild, free, and so horny for him, with such lovely tits. It had been a long time since any dick was in her pussy. She’d forgotten what it felt like and was shocked at how his large dick easily filled her.





And right away, she was starry eyed for him, how kind he was to her with his body. The mermen had been mean. He held her, and they moved together, working together toward an intense pleasure, and then they got more urgent, then frenzied.





Anarchist boyfriend had never made a mermaid come before. He was mystified. He planted his seed in her as deeply as he could, slightly embarrassed.





Then she looked scared and made sounds he didn’t expect, grabbing him hard and crying as she came. He was in love with all the mermaids.





One by one, they visited him. Every few hours, a new mermaid would arrive, wanting to be impregnated.





He learned to love fucking the shit out of them. One day he’d do it fast. The next day, he’d see how slowly he could go, with how much kissing and tenderness.





One day, he thought he’d see how hard her could fuck them. He was amazed by how hard they liked it. No matter how hard he fucked, they wanted it harder. He wondered about the mermen.





He learned to tell them apart and what each particular mermaid liked best, from the oldest, smiling fat one with graying hair, to the youngest, who came again and again on his dick, nearly screaming. He gave them all exactly what they wanted.






He was half-delirious with lust, exhaustion, and the sea.





They would bring him fish jerky and seaweeds to eat, fresh water to drink. He’d eat, sleep, relieve himself. But his whole life was fucking mermaids. Wow. For months, maybe.





And then the mermaids did start getting pregnant. They had what they wanted. But by then, using anarchist boyfriend's body was their joy.





He watched their bellies grow. He fucked them more gently. He turned them on their sides and lay behind them, fucking them sweetly, caressing their plump tits and wondering what the babies would look like.





A few mermaids didn’t get pregnant, so he tried harder with them, glad to have a challenge. He ejaculated in them, over and over again, on those shifting rocks.





When the first baby was born, the mother brought it to him, to show him his child. He had been in love with all the mermaids, but now he was a father to their children also. He kissed the merbaby’s head.





I think the merkids grow up and are very strong--they build boats and make it to another island where they find other merfolk to mate with and rediversify.





But forever they have some folklore about a kind human who washed up on their shore and revived their group with his beautiful, generous body.






The first time I thought of this story and told it to anarchist boyfriend, I imagined myself one of the mermaids as he fucked me, and I came on his dick, which surprised us, but we like the story.

beautiful lady

I belong to a facebook travel group, and someone visiting our city asked if anyone wanted to meet her that evening at her hotel's bar.

That hotel seems special, and I looked at the website--I don't drink, but the bar is pretty. 

So it was uncharacteristic of me, but I said yes.  Anarchist boyfriend is more social than I am and was delighted to meet someone new.

I visited the facebook profile of the woman we were to meet, hoping to get a sense of what she looks like so I could recognize her at the bar--I'm horrible with faces. 

As I scrolled down, I saw a picture of her that made me say "wow!" then "wow!" again.  Also, my cunt ached.

In the photo, she was wearing a low-cut bathing suit and was learning forward provocatively, so her huge, gorgeous tits were prominent.

I was surprised I'd felt that pang of lust, seeing her picture.  I usually don't react like that--I feel someone's beautiful or sexy based more on knowing them than just physicality. 

But I learned something about myself--I have a thing for huge tits.  Her body is really amazing, all curves, and I admired her boldness. 

I started having a fantasy that the three of us would have a good time talking at the bar, and she would invite us upstairs to her hotel room for sex.  I almost never go to bars, and I've never done that before. 

I imagined her taking off her clothes in her hotel room, and how ecstatic I would be to touch her huge, amazing tits.  I imagined her nipples being large and plump. 

I imagined touching the great expanses of her soft skin, sucking gently at her big nipples, rubbing my bare tits on hers, rubbing my face on her tits over and over again.  It seemed like the fulfilment of a wonderful need, a "I could die happy now" kind of experience.

I've had sex with amazing women, and their bodies were beautiful.  But I've never been with anyone who had had huge tits, so it would be a dream come true, to make love with this facebook lady.

Well, she ended up canceling on us.  Then we were going to have breakfast the next morning, but it was too snowy--her flight was canceled, and she ended up changing plans.

That night in bed I told anarchist boyfriend my fantasy.  I told him how I wanted to be with her huge tits and get off on them for a long time.  Just that would be enough, meeting a deep sexual need.

But then I imagined him touching her tits too, doing the same things I had done and feeling how I'd felt.  He liked the idea.

I imagined blowing his dick as he rubbed his face on her tits, imagined him focused on her amazing beauty as I sucked him off.

I thought of her becoming our girlfriend and visiting our city again and again for the intense sex we would have together.  How we'd look forward to her visits and enjoy her unique love.

I imagined anarchist boyfriend fucking her, their amazing bodies together, the three of us all together in bed, so much lust and tenderness. 

Well, maybe one day.

pussy licking afternoon, week of blowjobs, jealous of a milkgoat

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when someone was pregnant

I liked the idea,
when she was very pregnant,
and you stopped by her boyfriend's house--
you held her body dearly.
she took you to bed

where you lay on your sides,
and your eager dick
fucked her gently as you gingerly touched
her huge belly so heavy
with the child who is now
born and known.

I liked the idea
of the boyfriend watching--
he's very good looking--
or a huge bed,
him fucking me too, there,
on the edge.

or we're all on our sides
and I'm clinging to your back,
feeling the motion of your thrusts
as you pound her,
and the boyfriend pounds me
in a new way.

I don't love him
the way we can't help
loving her whose breasts
leak milk, and I imagine you
licking an escaped drop,
touching her hair,

a special moment of time
when you make love with her
the way you do me
some afternoons, your long dick
finding a place
perfectly comforting and
exciting to ejaculate.

night life: two fantasies

My new fantasy, we're staying at a friend's house.  We invite her upstairs. 

Anarchist boyfriend and I make love with her sweetly.  Oh, so long we've wanted it.  Those luscious tits, sweet squishy ass, sly smile.

I turn over and go to sleep.  Those two are whispering. 

I wake up to feel the movement of the bed as he slowly fucks her, slipping his dick into her swollen, slick pussy again and again, trying not to wake me.  The tension between the need for gentleness and the desire to thrust, to get that hard dick as deep as he can into her tight little cunt.

I pretend to sleep.  The bed moves, moving me.  Their breathing is changing.  She's going to come and whimpers.

Anarchist boyfriend tries to quietly shush her.  He gets more excited too. 

She starts to come, and they're locked together, his dick far into her as she rhythmically squeezes him, locked in something deep, trying not to move or make sound. 

But she's losing her mind, and nothing matters but the overwhelm that fills her body and pounds inside her. 

She's breathing so fast and loud now, they have to know I'm awake, and she continues to come, spread wide open, gasping and shaking on his dick. 

He feels a twinge of fear, that he's been fucking her beside me in bed, and now I definitely know. 

But he wants what his dick wants--to come too.  This beautiful young woman wrapped around him, looking up at him with adoration, her lovely soft tits moving as she moves, nipples plump, her gorgeous aliveness in the darkened room.

He slips his hands around her ass and holds her as he does it to her, pours himself into her as he fucks, then grabs her hard by the shoulders as he deposits his load into her little pussy, not caring about me or anything but his hot love pumping into her.  His dick pulsing with joy and release.

It's as old as prehistory, automatic, at this point out of his control, what his dick does and his balls and the animal need to put his come into her body--her body that wants to take it as bad as he wants to give.

I can tell he's ejaculating, and my pussy aches, wishing he was putting himself in me.  But I fall back asleep. 

I'm woken up all night, again and again, by the bed moving, a gasp, their furtive sex.  I feel jealous he fucks her all night--he never does that to me.  At home I suck his dick and he falls asleep. 

I could turn over and participate, but I'm exhausted and start to enjoy it like a dream.

The other fantasy is a camping fantasy. 

We're camping out with the special someone.  We stay up late talking then retire to our respective tents to sleep.

I fall asleep right away, but anarchist boyfriend's dick is hard, thinking about her and wanting to give himself to her. 

Wanting to unbutton her shirt and put his tongue on her nipples.  Wanting to nudge his dick into her hairy cunt, opening her, to see how deep he can get his thick dick into her. 

Her big smile, quickness to laugh.  Her large, enthusiastic softness he wants to grab at.  Her loudness where I'm quiet. 

He touches himself gently and thinks about masturbating.  Instead he decides to go outside and look at the sky.

It's a full moon, and the stars aren't bright, but the air is so clean and cold.  He tries to see stars.  The sky is thick with conifers.

Then he notices her leaving the bathroom hut.  His dick moves in his pants.

He walks toward her, and they don't say anything at first but share a moment of eye contact.

"It's a beautiful night," she finally says.

"Yes," he says.

She takes his hand and moves it to her chest.  He keeps it there for a moment then slides it over one breast.  He finds a hard nipple and pushes, puts his other hand on her other breast, finds the other nipple.

Then they hug, and she kisses his neck.  His erection in his pants, which she can barely feel, pushing on her, excites her.

She opens his pants, gets on her knees, and sucks it right away, eager to get him off.  So happy to finally have his big dick in her mouth, after thinking about it for years of camping together and wishing they'd meet in the night.

He wanted it, those years too, every night.  Her mouth around his dick feels like he knew it would, all that fantasizing.  She's generous, skilled.

He feels the inevitability of coming down her throat, and it's happening fast.  He looks up, and the moon is shining down on them, so whole and round.

He touches her head and almost falls as he shoots his load down her throat, spurt by spurt, staring at the huge moon--it's so bright, it's blinding.

the place I go when I sing

"How many times do you think you could make her come, in an hour?" I was in bed with anarchist boyfriend talking about the latest fantasy about the new girlfriend. 

The idea was that we three would go out to dinner then back to her place, where he would fuck her while I read and wrote at her kitchen table.

"Three," he said.  I imagined them in the bedroom, trying to be quiet, trying to make the best use of their hour, excited and happy.

"How would you make her come?" I asked.

"With my dick, rubbing up against her clit, pushing in and out of her hole," he said.  "And with my tongue."

"How about the third time?" I asked.

"With my fingers," he said.

"Would you like me there in the kitchen, so nearby?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. 

"How often would you want to get your dick sucked by her and to fuck her?" I asked.

"Ten times a week," he said.

"You'd want to go every day?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," he said.

"How often would you want to get your dick sucked by me and to fuck me?" I asked.

"Twenty times a week," he said.

"Would you become a hornier person from having her?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"How would you lick her pussy?" I asked.

"First I would lick her lips.  Then I would push my tongue between her lips and lick her clit..."

He was touching my nipples all this time, and it felt incredible.  We lay close in the bed, our bodies pressed together.

"When you fucked her, would you wear a condom?" I asked.

"No," he said.  "I would want my sperm to go up inside her."

I thought about that.  It's a fantasy--he doesn't need a condom.

"Would you tell her your loved her?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I only love you," he said.  I was surprised when he said that.

"Would she give you better blow jobs than mine?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"But what if she gave you better blow jobs than mine?" I asked.  "Would you lie to me?"

"No," he said.

"What if her blow jobs made you love her?" I asked.

"They wouldn't," he said.

Then he wiggled up on the bed.  "Are you trying to get me to blow you now?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

I had been touching his dick and playing with his balls.  Caressing his hip then back to his dick, his balls, squeezing them, back to his hip.

I smelled him there.  "You smell good," I said.

"What do I smell like?" he asked.

"Like love," I said.

"Suck my dick," he said.  "Please."

"There's a little bit of precome," I said.  "It's slippery."  I rubbed the precome up and down.

Then I licked his dick and sucked at it.  I blew him and stopped.  He touched my nipples and I put spit on my hand and rubbed the head of his dick with my palm.  "That feels so good," he said.

I blew him and gagged.  The slippery spit moved to the front of my mouth.

"Do you want to come?" I asked him.  "Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes," he said.  "I want you to swallow my come."

Eventually he did come in my mouth.  I moved myself up and down on his dick as it spasmed in my mouth.  I swallowed.  His beautiful semen was in me.

"Do you like those big tits?" I asked as he rubbed my nipples.

"Yeah," he said.

"Are they pretty for you?" I asked.

"They're beautiful for me," he said.

I was rubbing my clit, which felt plump and slippery. 

"What do you want me to say when I come?" I asked.

"I want you to say my name," he said.  "Look at me."

I said his name.  I chanted it and asked it as if I was begging, as if he was the one who was going to make me come.

Eventually the waves pounded inside me and I said his name as I came.  Then language was lost and I couldn't look at him anywhere.  I went somewhere else, but still with him, like to the place I go when I sing.