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.
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Thursday, February 14, 2019
pussy licking afternoon, week of blowjobs, jealous of a milkgoat
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Monday, January 21, 2019
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.
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.
Thursday, January 17, 2019
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.
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.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
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.
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.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
new girlfriend
I have a new fantasy. It had been a long time since I came up with a new one. It's very simple.
What are the past common fantasies?
1. Goldilocks being fucked by the three bears
2. Snow White being fucked by all seven dwarves
3. the kid watching the horses
4. five minutes in the closet with friends
5. hotel fantasy with a specific friend
6. doing it with Shiva
7. your standard rape fantasy
8. night visits
My new fantasy is based on this dream I had a while back. He gets a new girlfriend. She's super nice. We three all go out to dinner together. Then we go back to her place, and he fucks her quietly in the bedroom while I sit at her kitchen table writing and reading. I know what they're doing in there.
It happens once or twice a week, him fucking her. It's enjoyable for him to have another girlfriend, and he is deeply satisfied and happy. The other girlfriend and I are keeping him happy.
It's so low-drama. What a fantasy! If only life could be so simple.
Sometimes we're having sex and I'm having a fantasy about him telling me about wanting to fuck other people. It's a fantasy about language. I'm getting off on imagined words. It seems too much trouble to ask him to say the words, so I just imagine him saying them as I get hornier and hornier.
What are the past common fantasies?
1. Goldilocks being fucked by the three bears
2. Snow White being fucked by all seven dwarves
3. the kid watching the horses
4. five minutes in the closet with friends
5. hotel fantasy with a specific friend
6. doing it with Shiva
7. your standard rape fantasy
8. night visits
My new fantasy is based on this dream I had a while back. He gets a new girlfriend. She's super nice. We three all go out to dinner together. Then we go back to her place, and he fucks her quietly in the bedroom while I sit at her kitchen table writing and reading. I know what they're doing in there.
It happens once or twice a week, him fucking her. It's enjoyable for him to have another girlfriend, and he is deeply satisfied and happy. The other girlfriend and I are keeping him happy.
It's so low-drama. What a fantasy! If only life could be so simple.
Sometimes we're having sex and I'm having a fantasy about him telling me about wanting to fuck other people. It's a fantasy about language. I'm getting off on imagined words. It seems too much trouble to ask him to say the words, so I just imagine him saying them as I get hornier and hornier.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
night visits, five minutes in the closet
I
I want to tell you about my fantasy that she comes to stay over and every night Boyfriend leaves my side to fuck her while I'm sleeping. He gets up in the night anyway--I'm used to him leaving, returning.
Every night he goes to her room, wakes her up, and fucks her as quickly and quietly as possible, then leaves.
But the final night--she is leaving the next day--he lingers with her after fucking her, then licks her pussy. He's licking with so much joy in his heart, but she's making small sounds, and he gets scared. He needs her to be quiet.
He hesitates, and she pushes down on his head, telling him to keep licking her clit. She's close to coming, and he's never seen her come before.
He's intrigued and wants to please her, yet he's scared what will happen. She starts to come, and he pushes on her clit with his tongue. His face turns red as she cries out. It's the middle of the night, and did she wake me up?
The fantasy has a few different endings. I wake up and look for him. I find him in her room and cry. Or he licks my pussy next. Or something like that.
II
I also want to tell you the fantasy about five minutes in the closet. Five minutes is kind of a long time. I've never played this in real life. I wonder in real life how it would be. Some conversation, or right to kissing and groping? Or just groping? just a blow job? And how does consent work, in the closet, where it must be dark...I wonder.
And what else is in the closet? Hopefully not a mop and broom. Hopefully no spiders.
Anyway, stop being so realistic, Anarchist Girlfriend.
We're over at her house, and her spouse isn't home, but our mutual friend is. "Do you want to play a game?" she asks. It's after lunch and we want to spend more time together.
We consider the board games and card games she has in a pile. We think about it, but I don't really like games. "How about spin the bottle?" I ask shyly.
There's an empty bottle on the table, and she spins it. It points at our mutual friend. They smile. She walks over to him, leans over toward him. He stands up, and they kiss. It's been a long time since they kissed. They feel excited.
Then our mutual friend spins the bottle. It points at Anarchist Boyfriend. He walks over to him and they have a brief kiss.
Then Boyfriend spins the bottle. It points at her. How will I feel when he kisses her, his dick erect in his pants?
They've been wanting this for a long time. They both stand up and step toward one another. They embrace, their upper bodies together and lower bodies too. They cautiously kiss, but their mouths open, and they lick at each other with the passion of years of tension. I feel sort of hurt and sort of excited. Happy for them but jealous as he pushes against her for a little too long.
They detach from one another reluctantly. Boyfriend's heart is pounding. He smiles at me, and I can almost hear him tell me, "This was a good idea!"
She spins the bottle and it points at me. We smile and I actually quietly laugh. I remember ten years before, when our friendship was newer and more seemed possible. I always wanted to be her girlfriend, but how would that have worked? It couldn't have worked.
We step toward one another, and my cunt is aching. We hug each other like always, but for longer, and then we kiss, and it's a relief from twelve years of wanting.
It's cuddly and sweet yet she slips her tongue in my mouth and I feel loved.
We stop and step away from one another, look at each other, and I feel something important has finally happened. I feel serious.
I don't spin the bottle. I sit down and take a deep breath. "How about five minutes in the closet?" I suggest. They're agreeable, and we designate a room as the closet.
I spin the bottle, and it points to our mutual friend. I have always wanted to have sex with him, but is the time right?
We go to the room together and I say, "What do you think?"
"I think you should give me a blowjob," he says, and he hugs me tight. We kiss. It's our first time kissing, and it doesn't feel like I thought it would.
I take off my shirt and bra. "Do you think they're really timing us?" I ask. I imagine them in the other room, and what are they doing anyway?
He's unfastening his pants. My cunt is throbbing. He pulls down his pants and underwear, and his huge dick is there for me to look at, so plump and real.
He stares at my tits and gently touches them.
What should I do? I'm thinking about his dick in my hands, in my mouth. Should I go through with it? What if I can't make him come quickly enough and we're interrupted? Is this a stupid idea?
I touch it. He's sitting on the couch. He takes off his glasses and puts them on the small table.
I get on my knees and begin the blowjob. It's been a long time since I've interacted with an intact dick, and the foreskin throws me off, but I get the hang of it.
He's clearly happy. He quietly moans. "Shhh," I say. I wonder if they can hear us, in the other room.
I can't get his dick very far in my mouth, it's so big. I've never seen one this big in real life. He'd told me it was huge, but I wasn't sure I believed him.
It takes some work, and I'm happy to do the work. I think of all the other women who have blown him. I feel a confusing mixture of feelings.
Then his breathing changes and I'm relieved he's going to come, but should I let him come in my mouth? I hold him in my hands as his huge thing ejaculates on my chest. His come drips onto my tits, and there are tissues on the small table, so I wipe up his semen as he glows. We smile at one another.
We dress quickly and I put the wet tissues in my pants pocket.
We return to the other room. "Has it been five minutes?" I ask breathlessly.
They laugh. "More like 15," she says, and I feel grateful that no one walked in on us.
"Whose turn is it to spin the bottle?" I ask, confused.
"To hell with the bottle," she says. "I want to blow your boyfriend."
I figure they've been talking about it while the mutual friend and I were in the other room. Boyfriend looks at me, wondering what my reaction will be. I love him so much and want him to get what he wants.
My pussy is all wet from when I was blowing our mutual friend. "Go for it," I say. "But only five minutes."
Those two go into the other room, and I get some water from the kitchen. Mutual friend and I hold hands at the table.
They strip so quickly and are kissing and rubbing at each other. He touches her tits and sucks each nipple. She reaches for his dick immediately, and it's hard in her hand. Their bodies are so smooth and beautiful. They caress each other's backs.
"Can I blow you?" she asks.
"Yes," boyfriend says.
She licks the underside the way he likes it, and he moans. He wants to come so badly.
She fingers her wet clit and slowly takes all of his dick in her mouth. She gags on it and he is in heaven. It's just what he imagined.
She rubs and rubs herself as she blows and blows him.
I look at the clock. Four minutes have passed.
"I want you in my pussy," she says, gasping. She is near orgasm, and she wants a dick so badly up inside her.
They're both confused about whether this is allowed, and they don't really care. He would love to pound her cunt and shoot his load there.
So she climbs on the couch on all fours, and he approaches behind her. It's awkward, with the cushions.
He wonders if he should wear a condom as he always promised me, but there's no condom and they're in a rush.
He slips himself inside her, and her pussy clenched around his dick is the best feeling in the world. She comes with a growl and her body spasms in his arms and he holds her from behind.
He's fucking her when I open the door. He sees me and fucks her faster then shoots his load in her cunt as deeply as possible, eyes closed, grunting.
I feel glad I got to see it but hurt that he didn't use a condom. They dress.
The fantasy could go a few different ways here. My favorite is that Boyfriend and mutual friend decide to lick my pussy and her pussy respectively as we all are together in bed. So she and I do get off, in the end.
I want to tell you about my fantasy that she comes to stay over and every night Boyfriend leaves my side to fuck her while I'm sleeping. He gets up in the night anyway--I'm used to him leaving, returning.
Every night he goes to her room, wakes her up, and fucks her as quickly and quietly as possible, then leaves.
But the final night--she is leaving the next day--he lingers with her after fucking her, then licks her pussy. He's licking with so much joy in his heart, but she's making small sounds, and he gets scared. He needs her to be quiet.
He hesitates, and she pushes down on his head, telling him to keep licking her clit. She's close to coming, and he's never seen her come before.
He's intrigued and wants to please her, yet he's scared what will happen. She starts to come, and he pushes on her clit with his tongue. His face turns red as she cries out. It's the middle of the night, and did she wake me up?
The fantasy has a few different endings. I wake up and look for him. I find him in her room and cry. Or he licks my pussy next. Or something like that.
II
I also want to tell you the fantasy about five minutes in the closet. Five minutes is kind of a long time. I've never played this in real life. I wonder in real life how it would be. Some conversation, or right to kissing and groping? Or just groping? just a blow job? And how does consent work, in the closet, where it must be dark...I wonder.
And what else is in the closet? Hopefully not a mop and broom. Hopefully no spiders.
Anyway, stop being so realistic, Anarchist Girlfriend.
We're over at her house, and her spouse isn't home, but our mutual friend is. "Do you want to play a game?" she asks. It's after lunch and we want to spend more time together.
We consider the board games and card games she has in a pile. We think about it, but I don't really like games. "How about spin the bottle?" I ask shyly.
There's an empty bottle on the table, and she spins it. It points at our mutual friend. They smile. She walks over to him, leans over toward him. He stands up, and they kiss. It's been a long time since they kissed. They feel excited.
Then our mutual friend spins the bottle. It points at Anarchist Boyfriend. He walks over to him and they have a brief kiss.
Then Boyfriend spins the bottle. It points at her. How will I feel when he kisses her, his dick erect in his pants?
They've been wanting this for a long time. They both stand up and step toward one another. They embrace, their upper bodies together and lower bodies too. They cautiously kiss, but their mouths open, and they lick at each other with the passion of years of tension. I feel sort of hurt and sort of excited. Happy for them but jealous as he pushes against her for a little too long.
They detach from one another reluctantly. Boyfriend's heart is pounding. He smiles at me, and I can almost hear him tell me, "This was a good idea!"
She spins the bottle and it points at me. We smile and I actually quietly laugh. I remember ten years before, when our friendship was newer and more seemed possible. I always wanted to be her girlfriend, but how would that have worked? It couldn't have worked.
We step toward one another, and my cunt is aching. We hug each other like always, but for longer, and then we kiss, and it's a relief from twelve years of wanting.
It's cuddly and sweet yet she slips her tongue in my mouth and I feel loved.
We stop and step away from one another, look at each other, and I feel something important has finally happened. I feel serious.
I don't spin the bottle. I sit down and take a deep breath. "How about five minutes in the closet?" I suggest. They're agreeable, and we designate a room as the closet.
I spin the bottle, and it points to our mutual friend. I have always wanted to have sex with him, but is the time right?
We go to the room together and I say, "What do you think?"
"I think you should give me a blowjob," he says, and he hugs me tight. We kiss. It's our first time kissing, and it doesn't feel like I thought it would.
I take off my shirt and bra. "Do you think they're really timing us?" I ask. I imagine them in the other room, and what are they doing anyway?
He's unfastening his pants. My cunt is throbbing. He pulls down his pants and underwear, and his huge dick is there for me to look at, so plump and real.
He stares at my tits and gently touches them.
What should I do? I'm thinking about his dick in my hands, in my mouth. Should I go through with it? What if I can't make him come quickly enough and we're interrupted? Is this a stupid idea?
I touch it. He's sitting on the couch. He takes off his glasses and puts them on the small table.
I get on my knees and begin the blowjob. It's been a long time since I've interacted with an intact dick, and the foreskin throws me off, but I get the hang of it.
He's clearly happy. He quietly moans. "Shhh," I say. I wonder if they can hear us, in the other room.
I can't get his dick very far in my mouth, it's so big. I've never seen one this big in real life. He'd told me it was huge, but I wasn't sure I believed him.
It takes some work, and I'm happy to do the work. I think of all the other women who have blown him. I feel a confusing mixture of feelings.
Then his breathing changes and I'm relieved he's going to come, but should I let him come in my mouth? I hold him in my hands as his huge thing ejaculates on my chest. His come drips onto my tits, and there are tissues on the small table, so I wipe up his semen as he glows. We smile at one another.
We dress quickly and I put the wet tissues in my pants pocket.
We return to the other room. "Has it been five minutes?" I ask breathlessly.
They laugh. "More like 15," she says, and I feel grateful that no one walked in on us.
"Whose turn is it to spin the bottle?" I ask, confused.
"To hell with the bottle," she says. "I want to blow your boyfriend."
I figure they've been talking about it while the mutual friend and I were in the other room. Boyfriend looks at me, wondering what my reaction will be. I love him so much and want him to get what he wants.
My pussy is all wet from when I was blowing our mutual friend. "Go for it," I say. "But only five minutes."
Those two go into the other room, and I get some water from the kitchen. Mutual friend and I hold hands at the table.
They strip so quickly and are kissing and rubbing at each other. He touches her tits and sucks each nipple. She reaches for his dick immediately, and it's hard in her hand. Their bodies are so smooth and beautiful. They caress each other's backs.
"Can I blow you?" she asks.
"Yes," boyfriend says.
She licks the underside the way he likes it, and he moans. He wants to come so badly.
She fingers her wet clit and slowly takes all of his dick in her mouth. She gags on it and he is in heaven. It's just what he imagined.
She rubs and rubs herself as she blows and blows him.
I look at the clock. Four minutes have passed.
"I want you in my pussy," she says, gasping. She is near orgasm, and she wants a dick so badly up inside her.
They're both confused about whether this is allowed, and they don't really care. He would love to pound her cunt and shoot his load there.
So she climbs on the couch on all fours, and he approaches behind her. It's awkward, with the cushions.
He wonders if he should wear a condom as he always promised me, but there's no condom and they're in a rush.
He slips himself inside her, and her pussy clenched around his dick is the best feeling in the world. She comes with a growl and her body spasms in his arms and he holds her from behind.
He's fucking her when I open the door. He sees me and fucks her faster then shoots his load in her cunt as deeply as possible, eyes closed, grunting.
I feel glad I got to see it but hurt that he didn't use a condom. They dress.
The fantasy could go a few different ways here. My favorite is that Boyfriend and mutual friend decide to lick my pussy and her pussy respectively as we all are together in bed. So she and I do get off, in the end.
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