Here we go again...
Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:29 am
...I feel like prey. I think he spotted me, liked me and decided I was going to be his. He added me as a 'friend', we started chatting. I was flattered that someone like him would be interested in someone like me, I felt so pedestrian compared to his girlfriend, compared to him. In our chats it came up that my husband and I were 'open', I didn't mean to imply anything but it seems that the floodgates had been opened.
He sent me a story he had written, it was dirty and raunchy, full of swear words and violent, sexual images. I was shocked, surprised that he would be so presumptuous about what kind of woman I was. I didn't like it, I felt violated, nervous about this man I had gotten involved with and yet, when I finished reading it my pussy was unmistakably wet and throbbing. Now I was really confused...
...my husband told me about a dream he'd had; I was bent over our table wearing heels and nothing else. My wrists were tied and my legs as well, splayed and attached to the table legs. He watched while men fucked me, used my pussy, pounded me and came hard inside me. One after another they fucked me and came, my pussy dripping cum waiting for the next man. I was tied-up, there was nothing I could do but take it...
...I couldn't get these images out of my head, two different men, two violent scenarios with me as the star and yes, I liked it. I wanted it. I've never been one to fantasize, never had anything to fantasize about but now...now I found myself lying in bed, twisting my nipples, fucking myself with a vibrator and rubbing my clit thinking about these two men and their scenarios. I imagined myself bent over the table my pussy dripping his cum, then his. I imagined my 'friend' using me, adoring me, sucking, biting, licking me, making his stories come true then passing me to my husband, used and satisified. I'm fantasizing now and I don't know how to stop. I'm afraid of what would happen if these two men got their hands on me but I want it so badly...
...I met with my friend, nothing sordid, very public and friendly until we said goodbye. It was just a kiss, it's always just a kiss, but it was too hungry, too desperate. We pulled at each other, he grabbed my hair, we dug our hips into each other. I could feel his hard cock, wanted it inside me but it was neither the time, nor the place so I made my way home with my mouth raw from that kiss.
...I came home to my husband, told him of my night and found a cock as hard as the one I'd just left, but this one I could do something with. I climbed on top of him and slid him inside my wet pussy, I wanted him to finish what my friend had started. I rode him hard, I took off my shirt and he came at the sight of my tits bouncing, I climbed off satisfied and asked him to finish me off...I laid back and asked him please, please to let me have his fingers. I rubbed my sweet, swollen clit and writhed on the bed as he slid in one finger, he said it ''you want one finger? -two fingers? - how about three?'' I said, ''yes, yes please fuck me, fuck me hard''. He obliged and fucked my poor pussy with his hand and when he called me his good little slut I finally came.
...it seems my fantasies are coming true and I don't quite know what to do.
He sent me a story he had written, it was dirty and raunchy, full of swear words and violent, sexual images. I was shocked, surprised that he would be so presumptuous about what kind of woman I was. I didn't like it, I felt violated, nervous about this man I had gotten involved with and yet, when I finished reading it my pussy was unmistakably wet and throbbing. Now I was really confused...
...my husband told me about a dream he'd had; I was bent over our table wearing heels and nothing else. My wrists were tied and my legs as well, splayed and attached to the table legs. He watched while men fucked me, used my pussy, pounded me and came hard inside me. One after another they fucked me and came, my pussy dripping cum waiting for the next man. I was tied-up, there was nothing I could do but take it...
...I couldn't get these images out of my head, two different men, two violent scenarios with me as the star and yes, I liked it. I wanted it. I've never been one to fantasize, never had anything to fantasize about but now...now I found myself lying in bed, twisting my nipples, fucking myself with a vibrator and rubbing my clit thinking about these two men and their scenarios. I imagined myself bent over the table my pussy dripping his cum, then his. I imagined my 'friend' using me, adoring me, sucking, biting, licking me, making his stories come true then passing me to my husband, used and satisified. I'm fantasizing now and I don't know how to stop. I'm afraid of what would happen if these two men got their hands on me but I want it so badly...
...I met with my friend, nothing sordid, very public and friendly until we said goodbye. It was just a kiss, it's always just a kiss, but it was too hungry, too desperate. We pulled at each other, he grabbed my hair, we dug our hips into each other. I could feel his hard cock, wanted it inside me but it was neither the time, nor the place so I made my way home with my mouth raw from that kiss.
...I came home to my husband, told him of my night and found a cock as hard as the one I'd just left, but this one I could do something with. I climbed on top of him and slid him inside my wet pussy, I wanted him to finish what my friend had started. I rode him hard, I took off my shirt and he came at the sight of my tits bouncing, I climbed off satisfied and asked him to finish me off...I laid back and asked him please, please to let me have his fingers. I rubbed my sweet, swollen clit and writhed on the bed as he slid in one finger, he said it ''you want one finger? -two fingers? - how about three?'' I said, ''yes, yes please fuck me, fuck me hard''. He obliged and fucked my poor pussy with his hand and when he called me his good little slut I finally came.
...it seems my fantasies are coming true and I don't quite know what to do.