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.