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A fan asked me the other day what my biggest sexual fantasy is... well, it is hard to pick one... because I am such a slut and have a very fertile dirty mind that can imagine all sorts of sexy escapades that I can get up to...
But one fantasy that I keep having wet dreams about is actually getting to fuck my favourite male porn star. I imagine it happening this way....
I am at a local bar and ... just like that ... in walks the man I've always wanted to fool around with. I whispher into my friend Tracey's ear, "My favorite male porn star just walked in the door!" She looks at me dumbfounded: "You have a favorite male porn star?" Ok, so the competition isn't steep and, yes, I'm one of those mythic women who actually like porn (but for the record, we make up an estimated one-third of visits to adult sites).
I dare not mention his name because he may be embarrased if he were to read this. But he has smoldering eyes, a strong Roman nose and a super athletic body. He is charismatic, young and handsome - he's been in hundreds of porn shoots.
As soon as I ssee him, I know I have to score with him tonight but I also am so shocked that I can't think straight to cook up a game plan. "What do I do?" I ask Tracey feverishly. as I down another mouthful of beer.
"I'll go tell him you are a big fan of his and would like an autograph." It seems as good an idea as any, but Tracey was off to execute it without me approving it anyway. I try not to look but fail. I see her talk to the guy and then she heads off to the ladies room. The guy looks over to me and then looks back at his drink. "Well, that was a stupid move, Annie" I tell myself and giving up on the idea I look for messages in my cell phone.
And then I feel a tap on my shoulder. "I hear you're a fan of my work," he says in a tone so affable as if he has known me for years. Suddenly I really am starring in my own personal porno.
"Yes," I try to say but the word sound silent, so I try harder, "Yes, I am... can I get an autograph?" as I push the napkin on the table towards him. "I don't run into female fans all that often - or even ever," he replies as he sits down next to me... very close to me in fact.
"What is it that you like about my work?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. My face aflame, I stumble: "Well, um, you know, like, everything?" He seems confused, like maybe this is a big practical joke, so I offered, "I like it when a girl," goes down on you?"
I then realize that, as I am speaking, his hand has moved under the table onto my thigh and then I realize: This is actually happening. Soon, his tongue is in my mouth, spinning wildly like he is trying to burrow inside me. His gyrations stretch my jaw wide....
{To be continued soon.. sorry gotta go for now}
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