That One Fantasy There’s always that one fantasy – my go to, that gets me off. Sure, there are other fantasies in my brain, and variations of those fantasies that I drift to from time to time. But for the most part I know that my old dependable fantasy will get me off. I know how to stretch it out with ‘filler details’ – if you will, fluff that my brain can latch onto as I’m warming myself up. I also know how to shorten it down so all the pertinent details whizz through my head, whilst I bang one out. It’s an…
It’s not often, but occasionally I get to watch. Most of the time when we fuck both of our hands roam, or he touches me, or I touch myself, so watching him take his cock in hand is a rare treat. Then again, you’re supposed to get treats on your birthday.
I gave her 5 minutes. 5 minutes to pick out a toy she liked, any toy, but she had to pick one that I’d be happy with. She knew the consequences of picking poorly.
There are times when I’m horny, and then there are times where I’m horny.
This week, all week long, I’ve been horny. I’ve been that horny I’ve had four blissful orgasms in my sleep, and many more whilst awake. And yet, I still want more.
I’m at the point where I want to jump the Gent (not literally, that would end in an A&E trip) multiple times a day, the desire is in some ways painful.
“Coming upstairs? There’s laundry to put away.”
Sometimes, it’s not even sexy. Or at least it doesn’t seem that way to start. Sometimes, it’s casual. It starts with a grope here, or a remark there.
“Give me a few minutes. I need to finish this paragraph whilst my brain is working.”
I know why you’re going upstairs, and it’s definitely not to put laundry away – it’s to prepare. Even though the laundry desperately needs to be put away, even though the laundry is all over the floor, and the bed. You’ve gone upstairs with your own agenda.
Fuck Me Out of My Funk This is my first ever post for Masturbation Monday, and it’s the first erotica post I’ve published on this site. I’m only a tiny bit nervous … go easy on me in the comments! __ Sometimes you know what’s caused it. Sometimes you come home, and find me watching horror movies. The only time I watch horror is when my brain shuts down; when I don’t want to do anything but sit, and feel numb. You see that look upon my face, so you sit by me, and whisper dirty words into my ear.…