What do I think about when I masturbate ? Well, you're assuming that I do masturbate. Ok, you're making me blush but I admit it. I do. Of course I do but I'm not accustomed to talking about it. I think most people, including my mom, would regard me as being prim which outwardly I suppose I am. Little, faithful suburban wifey and mommy. I've often wondered what it would feel like to have a man's penis in my bottom. I've been on the point of asking my husband to do it to me that way but I've never quite dared and I know I never will now. Sometimes, I wish I was in bed with a man, no particular man, and he was fucking me really hard for a long, long time, pounding me with all of his weight while I screamed with pleasure. I've had some very enjoyable ladywanks with this one. I don't actually want it to be my husband or a man I know. He'd be a complete stranger and when I'm having this fantasy I don't bother with the preliminaries, how we met, how we went to bed. We're just there and we're not making love. He's fucking me as hard as he can go and he's so intent on his pleasure that he doesn't even look at me. I don't care about him either. I just want him to pound me harder, to get as deep inside my cunt as he can get for as long as he can. It's as if we're animals although I know animals don't fuck like that. They fuck like my husband : in and out and move on. I dreamed this hard fucking fantasy once at night in bed and my husband woke me up. He said I was writhing about as if I were in pain or under some kind of attack. I was sweating and trembling all over, terrified about what I might have said but he suspected nothing. I told him it was a nightmare that I couldn't remember already. But in truth every part of me down to my little toe was literally vibrating with sexual tension. I told him that I needed to go down and have a cup of tea and that he should go back to sleep. In fact, I thought I'd explode if I didn't masturbate my feelings away which I couldn't do in front of him. Maybe that was the moment to tell him the truth. But then again, what if he'd taken it badly ? I don't have a dildo because I'd worry he might find it or worse, one of the children. But I put things in myself. Carrots are too hard but an oiled courgette or a small cucumber works well. Sometimes I wear something inside my vagina when I go to the supermarket. I love the idea of people seeing me and not knowing about my thoughts and my secret insertion and that some of the other women quietly doing their own shopping might be doing the same thing. Well, that's all I'm going to tell. I've told you ten times more than I should have done but it has been quite fun. It's an odd job you have though, researching people's dirty thoughts. Who reads this stuff ?