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If Fantasies were real...would you?
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How many of you have fantasies? Yeah, silly question. But what if it was possible, would you? Would you?
Girls, how many of you have wanted two men at the same time but were afraid to let your husband know? To have another man's cock inside you? To taste the hot release of a stranger and to feel the throbbing waves of his jerking cock in your mouth knowing you husband is watching.
Or tied to the bed and made to cum over and over, helpless, without control of when the comming waves of ecasty would release the burning desire bottled up in your swollen clit and flowing vagina ? Perhaps you have wondered how another woman would eat your pussy. Would it be more erotic, better? What would the butterflys in your stomach feel like as she gently moved your face close to her pussy and you were about to cross the threshold of taboo? What would your husband's reaction be as he watched you eat her out? Have you ever tasted the salty and sweet numbing combination of cum and the lemony, musky flavor of a woman's desire? Would you like to? Just once in your life?
Or would you like to have your husband enjoy the same mixture of another man's cum from your freshly fucked pussy? How erotic and adventuresome are you? Do you secretely desire for him to have the experience on another man's cock in his mouth? Once, so he knows what it's like when you did that for him over the years? To feel the balls tighten in his hands and the head swell in his mouth as orgasam approaches, just like you have so many times? And for him to taste the cum that begins to flow out of that engorged head signaling the approach of that first massive squirt of jisim and the feeling of cum filling his mouth in hot waves? And the sensation of his cock jerking, contracting and spasaming in lovely rythym? Girls, you know you love the sensation of a cock cumming in your mouth. You know you love the knowledge of the power that you have because you made that happen. Wouldn't you want to share that experience with the man you love? For him to know exactly why you do that for him without hesitation?
And guys, of course you want your woman to be with another woman, to have them both, to taste the muskiness of both of their pussies together. At first she resists, barely licking, hesitant to the newness of the smells and tastes of that other woman, but what would go through your mind as you saw her lovingly kiss and lick the juice flowing from that pussy, sucking on the ever swelling clitoris and sliding her tounge in and out of another wet vagina? How much would it turn you on to know that you introduced her to the beauty of something you have loved all your life?
And to see your wife enjoying the cock of someone you know but never known in this way before? Would you eat your wife while he was inside her? Would you guide his cock into her pussy with your hand? Stroke his balls while he fucks her? Knowing it gives her pleasure? Would you? To be inside of her with another man at the same time, sliding both against his cock and in her pussy? to feel him shoot his hot cum insider her pussy and on your cock?
If she held his cock in front of you both, what would you do? She begs you to take it in your mouth. Wouldn't you be dizzy with emotions, the taboo versus the love for your woman? And wouldn't just a little part of you want to show her just how a cock should be sucked, licked and teased? Just so she could witness the art of how to orally please a man?
If she asked to watch just the two of you together engaging in oral congress, would you oblige her? And do you want to find out what she knows and experiences in the moments leading up to and during the intensity of orgasm just as she does when you cum in her mouth? Not just a little curious?
Or perhaps you would like to be submissive to both of them, who knows?
I know for my lover, there is very little that I would not do for her, including all of the above?
How about you our there? Would you? Replies welcome as well as any possibilities of making your fantasies come true.
Hugs!
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Posted on : Jul 18, 2012
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Commented on Apr 2, 2019
I would. For so long sex, and porn, were all about pussy. When eventually we could easily get hardcore, it was still the pussies I got off over, that I needed to see. Loved seeing a cunt fucked full of hard cock, and ass, but the cock itself didn't interest me. For a long time...then, not so long ago really, Sometimes when i looked at porn I couldn't help noticing some really beautiful cocks. Might not even be a pussy in the picture, but a rampant hard cock, and I could see what a fabulous , beautiful thin it was. And couldn't help stating to think, "What would it be like in my mouth?"How good would it feel to have it in my hands, to work it, and his balls. In know what cum tasted like, I've eaten enough of my own, but what would it like to have a guy cum in my mouth, or over my cock. And I know it would feel fucking amazing. To make a guy ejacuate over me. And if a cock is c so beautiful, what about fucking or being fucked by a guy? So far, I get much more turned on thinking about sucking, stroking, frosting, not ass fucking. But then, the idea of stroking a cock and making it cum while I fuck a tight asshole, I love. Or taking that hard cock. I never understood why so many guys seem to be into shambles, until I stand to want cock, then I got it completely. So now when my wife starts with fantasies of another guy, a big cocked young guy, I am right there with her. We are both going to use that cock, and in fact its her that sits back and watches the sucking and fucking, and I am really hot to go along with that. This will probably never happen, maybe sadly, but it is very hot thinking about it. I always thought I was the porn ffreak in our relationship, but she has surprised me with just how hardcore her fantasies are.
So yeah, cock, bring it on, and now I just love to see a hard , spunking shaft. watch some cum movies, and get off thinking about just what I would do with it if I got to pally with one. or what another guy would do with mine! (Loved this opportunity to write it down. Most of our porn is secret, it's great to share it!)
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Commented on Jul 25, 2012
Lovely story Mikki!
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Commented on Jul 19, 2012
“In my mind, as in our fucking, I am at the crucial point:…We are at this Baltimore Colt-Minnesota Viking football game, and it is very cold. Four or five of us are huddled under a big glen plaid blanket. Suddenly we jump up to watch Johnny Unitas running toward the goal. As he races down the field, we all turn as a body, wrapped in our blanket, screaming with excitement. Somehow, one of the men – I don’t know who, and in my excitement I can’t look – has gotten himself more closely behind me. I keep cheering, my voice an echo of his, hot on my neck. I can feel his erection through his pants as he signals me with a touch to turn my hips more directly toward him. Unitas is blocked, but all the action, thank God, is still going toward that goal and all of us keep turned to watch. Everyone is going mad. He’s got his cock out now and somehow it’s between my legs: he’s torn a hole in my tights under my short skirt and I yell louder as the touchdown gets nearer now. We are all jumping up and down and I have to lift my leg higher, to the next step on the bleachers, to steady myself; now the man behind me can slip it in more easily. We are all leaping about, thumping one another on the back, and he puts his arm around my shoulders to keep us in rhythm. He’s inside me now, shot straight up through me like a ramrod; my God, it’s like he’s in my throat! “All the way, Johnny! Go, go, run, run!†we scream together, louder than anyone, making them all cheer louder, the two of us leading the excitement like cheer leaders, while inside me I can feel whoever he is growing harder and harder, pushing deeper and higher into me with each jump until the cheering for Unitas becomes the rhythm of our fucking and all around us everyone is on our side, cheering us and the touchdown…it’s hard to separate the two now. It’s Unitas’ last down, everything depends on him; we’re racing madly, almost at our own touchdown. My excitement gets wilder, almost out of control as I scream for Unitas to make it as we do, so that we all go over the line together. And as the man behind me roars, clutching me in a spasm of pleasure, Unitas goes over and I …
“Tell me what you are thinking about,†the man I was actually fucking said, his words as charged as the action in my mind. As I’d never stopped to think before doing anything to him in bed (we were that sure of our spontaneity and response), I didn’t stop to edit my thoughts. I told him what I’d been thinking.
He got out of bed, put on his pants and went home.â€
(My Secret Garden, Nancy Friday)
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