My fantasy of the night….. my girl sitting on me as we both share our friends cock in our mouths, to the point that he cums, she moaning hard on my stiff shaft inside of her, bringing her to peak long and hard shortly after sharing a scummed kiss between our mouths and our friends cock - to then later fully pump my load into her, creaming over me as she doesn’t stop moving on top of me - our friend both holding our heads, and staring at me and my girls eyes fixed the whole time, cock between our mouths.

Yes… that was my very hot and steamy imagination and fantasy of lastnight. It was great, and even writing it now kinda gets me turned on.

I would like to debrief whatever that thought was, but…. it was happy and confident, and it didn’t get the other person “between” us emotionally or intimately, but he would have had a great time, but us both would have been so turned on inside and outside of ourselves - me and her.. it was really hot.. and imagining her filled with me sitting on me, moving as we had a cock between us up top.. sharing the spoils and pleasuring it together, a mutual fun and sharing.. me and her, the perfect tag team..

It was hot.. and I thought I’d share.

Yeah.. I’ve been touching myself nearly everynight… and everytime it’s perverse yet with her… always…….

Hungry. Desperately. Cumming onto her stomach did not deter her from wanting to lap it up. Thirsty, hungry. Craving it.

To me it’s a mystery. In the real world.. I don’t really see that. I don’t see people.. hungry for that stuff…….. that they’d gladly give her mouth just to taste it, just to feel it, just that have it on their tongue and run down their throats.

And sometimes.. I want that… for me….. and I always feel sooo selfish.


Been meaning to publish this one lately… for quite some time. I just.. like the idea that she is.. in the middle, fingernails painted, grasped from behind, and enjoying and focusing on what is infront of her, while being filled. It’s beautiful.. and I dunno, if any girl, my girl.. ever wanted to try this, I would gladly be a part of it. Often… as often as she’d want.

(Source: iloanmywife)

She gasped. She read the message again. Bit her lip, then she read it yet again. He sounded like he was not kidding. The idea sounded preposterous, but the very fact that he told her to do what he was telling her to do made her heart skip a beat. She wanted to do it. She wanted to obey, but more.. Submit.

She didn’t respond in a few days. But every night when she lay beside her man, she couldn’t hold back the image of what the message had painted her. She couldn’t hold back the temptation, maybe this might actually work, she thought.

The next day she responded nervously that she would do it.

She went out and bought some long silky ribbons, and some clean sheets to match. She asked her man casual thoughts, finding out what her master wanted to know from him. She compiled an ad, published it online and nervously waited. She was told to find what he wanted in person, but she was too nervous. This will have to do, she thought to herself. She organised and scheduled her man’s sleep routine and bought some wine. She couldn’t believe she was going to do it, but the more she prepared, the more it brought a spring step to her gait, and colour to her cheeks.

Then there was a response. Well not just from him, but from a her. She agreed to it, the time, and then she updated her master. He was pleased, but she was far from complete.

That night her man came home, and she ate with him, she served a little extra in wine and she was getting frisky. They flirted and kissed, it was special, and young, revitalising. She drew him to their bedroom, he knew exactly what she wanted. But then she remembers her master’s words.

She stops him.

"I want you to lie back for me tonight, and close your eyes.. "

He looked confused, but she could tell how hard he was as she pulled off his clothes. She looked up making sure he wasn’t looking, then she stopped, kissed his hard cock, then grabbed a long ribbon.
” what are you doing?! “he remarked curious and impatiently.

" just tying you to the bed darling. "

She grabbed his throbbing cock playfully and then tied him to the bed.

" you aren’t looking are you? " she asked casually as she reaches for her phone.

" no dear, but God you are turning me on so much right now. "

Sure enough, his cock was stiff and erect, firm before her, so tasty, so inviting.

" just give me a minute, I’ll be right back! Keep your eyes closed! "

She left the room to get the front door. She opened up her house to a beautiful young lady, she looked as beautifully good as her pictures online, if not better.

" this way. "she said seriously; but really her heart was boiling, racing a million miles per hour, was she sure? What was she doing? She reminded herself again and again that it was her masters wishes, he would be so happy she’d do this, and he wanted what was best for her. She repeated it to her self again and again.

She led her to their room, knowing full well her man was lying there tied to the bed, precum leaking onto his stomach in anticipation for her, only her. Her hands were sweaty, her breath shallow. Remind herself, submit, this is it! Without a word she nodded to her. The young woman took off her clothes quietly, and got into the bed. She could smell the scent of her very cute body, strange, exotic, yearning. She was beautiful.

"can I open my eyes yet? " he asked playfully, he didn’t seem to realize this was another woman.

She breathed in deeply and she undressed herself, feeling her insides churning, fixed upon his rock hard cock, and nervously spoke up.

" you always wanted to be mine, and you have been, such a good husband.. But tonight you will no longer be just mine. "

The young lady looked back at her and smiled. She lifted her legs over him, as he started to protest against such a confusing ceremony.

His cock was throbbing, leaking, and then two young hands grabbed his head and pulled him into her young cunt, wet and yearning for his lips. He opened his eyes and keeled and jerked his head back, pulling at the ribbons. He saw a young body, foreign and new over him, pinning him down with its gorgeous weight, he tries to pull free with no success.

"what are you doing?! What is this?! " he cried out in desperation. Her wet lips brushing against his face, trying to land on his mouth.

" mark him, make him yours "she said confidently.

His cock still stood firm. She knew it. Just as her master predicted. She leaned down and took him into her mouth and licked up his precum, as tasty as ever.

" you will always be mine " she then got up almost angrily, then she stood up and grabbed his cock then sat on him. He moaned into another woman’s parts, pushing her scent and juices over his mouth, now tainted by her smell, hiz nose barely able to breath. He stops struggling, powerless, and begins to lap up at this new shaved young flesh, trading her new flavours and mixing it with his own.

She felt him pulse inside her as she held her man down. She was wet and thirsty, thrusting her hips back and forth with him spiking into her favourite spot, eating a beautiful young womans back arch over her man’s face, hearing her young sweat voice coo in pleasure as he devoured her, rocking inside her, she couldn’t take much more then cums. The girl in front also cums and cries out noisily , only making her rock on her man all the harder. He’s moaning into her, tasting her, it made her mad. She was angry, horny, happy, relieved, free, afraid, in love. She wanted more of him. She wished to be filled of him.

"cum" she cried, slabbing him into her, "cum"

His mouth ground and his tongue licked her out, pushing deep into her, then he spasms nearly lifting both women up as he arches and cums strongly in to her like a jet steam, crying out into her cunt, covered in another woman’s mark, making her cum as his wife cries out in relieving pleasure as she orgasms on his hot rock liquid expanding through her every being.

The the young lady gets up and leans down to kiss him in gratitude, then gets up to get dressed, big grin on her face. She, the wife, slumps down into him, filled up. She kisses him ferociously taking away what she had left there, he kissed her back as ferociously. He could not hold her tied to the bed, but she held him, filed with him as he kept pumping more into her. He smelt different, new, and she could tell something changed.

The young lady, satisfied and dressed, unties the ribbons and proceeds to leave.

He grabs her, holds her, turns on again inside, and fucks his wife repeating that he was hers, hornier than ever.

At last there was fire between then again.

Her master will be proud.

Its just another day, tantrums of expectations gone  unfulfilled, hopes for thing and getting another.

 

When did we learn to think that we have any right to get what we expect outside our own bodies?!

 

Even if we look at our own body, our heart and liver will do is own thing. Even we are half automated, yet in turn, we think we are in full control, or conscious simulation of reality in our minds and souls somehow are.. Reactive and automated.

 

Why do we expect things of the world if we can’t even predict what we will feel or want or do? Can we control the worlds outcome? Can we control the outcome of our own bodies? Maybe we can override, but can we?

 

I want to escape on the excuse that I am at the mercy of my own body, and in many ways I am… I wish I would not get sick, or hungry or sleepy, yet my mind is at mercy of those things. In a way even my needs are out of my control… But does that make me liable to be free of my responsibilities of what I can’t control? Would I go looking for food if I didn’t have a will for it?

 

Or do I really have a reason that justifies my innate ability to forget, and do things that unintentionally annoy or hurt those around me?

 

I guess everyone is innocent yet guilty at the same time. I am guilty of the innate things in me that do what they do.. But now we have some kind of free will…Some kind of control that can over ride even the natural, or own body functions.. Or our reality.

 

And sometimes my desires for her body, being a part of it, feeling it and letting it feel me, being one body.. With it… Is beyond me.




Also… Sometimes… between guys, a girl gets in between us and well, enjoying her like this becomes a much wanted fantasy. I like how real this is, how authentic, how… normal the bodies are, and the ability to keep it all anonymous, in the dark, and yet…. still dirty and fun as fuck….. I think satiating the body and desires sounds alright, and sometimes the whole pressure that we are out of control even when trying to be nice, in control and right, all together for that person.. but then loosing it to our own bodies, then it’s shared with someone else, all the pressure.. to me it starts to feel as a relief..Everyone wins, everyone is important, and everyone is also free….


That too I desire…. and it fucks with me.

(Source: amateursphotogroupsex)

My tumblr feed somehow ended up like this, no kidding…. but man, I would LOVE to know how many girls fantasize of this! I WOULD BE SO DOWN! Count me in if this is your fantasy!

Your girl watching us fuck, my girl watching him fuck me, or me fucking him while my girl gets off… something gorgeously horny and hot really gets me about this..

And yes, maybe to me I get the notion that the majority of mankind and the internet seems to not really praise this, they would rather see two women together and one man… but hell, what about this?!?!?!?

Man, I need to get back to tumblr, I’m craving some fantasies in my mind…. something that could become realities…

Feeling some blonde action… man I’m tired…

I invented the tele-transporter. It was in my mind the whole time. I figured I was a mass of atoms, that what held them all together to make me could become myself there.. and dissipate where I was.. I figure it out.

(this is fictitious btw, just in case you didn’t notice!)

So I went to her… I kissed her, she got bugged, a bit frightened that I appeared out of the dust around her… but she saw me make out with her, kiss her, bite her neck. I then pulled her down over me as I sat back over the bed in her workshop. She tried to get away, but I didn’t let her. I just bit her a little harder on her neck and ears the more she struggled. I pulled her hair back and said…. “I came here for you, to give you what I was, right now.. ” I could feel myself build, and she was warm, but she relaxed more, trying to turn her head to look at me.. but I just pulled her clothes off her and then lifted her small frame onto me.

I pushed up into her, she was wet and warm, waiting for me, sliding down onto me as if she belonged there… but what had me more was the other person there.

Little did i notice but another person tele-transported to where we were. My girl gasped, her box tightening on my cock, still wet and warm, she tried to twist and turn and run away, there was another beautiful, older lady looking down on us.

I popped out, what was this!?

But I smiled, I recognized her.. crazy lady! she came to watch. She whispered something into my girls ear, sill over me, then she grabbed my cock and guided it into my girl again.

My girl started to move, I could feel her gush inside, soaking and wanting.. I was turned on, she began to fuck over me, onto me, into me, I could feel myself release, and I held her over me as she bounced onto me. I could feel strange warm hands cupping my balls, playing with them as I got harder and harder, I wanted this, my girl just moaned, louder and louder, fucking me as if she owned me, her eyes in wantom lust glaring at the stranger watching us. But she wuold stop. She didn’t stop. And I couldn’t take it more, my chest heaving, I arch my hips and push myself into her, to split her as I fill her up with who I was. She cried in dominance as she smirked at the stranger playing with my emptying sack. “He’s mine”.

The air was thick. After gaining vision from the brain splitting orgasm, I could feel my cum drip down from the hole that just took my all, and looked around, I looked into the eyes of the lady, she smiled, thankful, pinched my balls and vanished.

But before she went, I swear I saw her thighs wet, dripping, a small trail of her liquids running down….

I bite my girl in the neck…

Tele-transportation.

I have not been with two girls at once. It seems I have a guy friend whom I have made out drunk at parties often (sometimes not remembering) and now my girlfriend has been in bed with him and me at the same time, he often stepping too far. Now last weekend they made out infront of me again, I had permission, but I wanted her to make out with me after, that was the only condition. Out of defiance and offense, she was hurt and wanted to hurt me back (for me making out with a girl in a club randomly a couple of weeks prior)…. and she did……

Now…. all these politics, the fears that I am competing to being more than a friend of mine to keep my girl, being afraid that she doesn’t love me or that I am the worser man for her, that I am the one that isn’t for her because he is the one that cares for her better emotionally…. I don’t know. I get so insecure.

But then she tells me…. Noone else can turn her on like I do.. but then I get so nervous, she mentioned that he can’t turn her on like I can.. does that mean he turns her on? OH NO!!!!!

Sometimes I get so angry I just run away, stop the cab when I’m in there with her, and walk away…. sometimes I do that… then she might say “He wouldn’t do that.”… and it is like a knife to my soul.


Yes, I’m a dick sometimes, yes, I walk away from fights after yelling and fighting and being somewhat morally or verbally abusive…… and lately, sometimes out of physical control, just wanting to shut her up, put her in her place, and make her obey.

I hold her, she can’t escape.

I get scared, she gets scared.. this is a dager to her soul.

I blame it on tequila.


But fuck.. I used to be a patient man, who doesn’t give a fuck about anything.. it was my philosophy.




But now here I am, insecure, afraid, alone, and unsure. She must feel the same. There are times I remind myself that I shouldn’t be afraid, that it all should be ok, and it all works out…. but that is that.. here I am.


I shouldn’t be afraid, or should I?


What am I afraid? That she will find love in someone else because she finds no love from me… and that would devastate me.

But at the same time, if she enjoyed another mans love but loved me, and had love from me, we were ok…. and full with each other, and I was a priority, a center…. that WOULD be ok.

I would have loved to see her make out with my friend in the club if she had only kissed me the same way if not more afterwards…

But she wanted to hurt me…………. punish me.




Terrible night.

Final point: I wonder what it would be like with another girl instead?

Maids… why does it seem like an erotic idea? And… sharing cum???? Why.. does this appeal to me? Why?

Why?

Well… let’s begin…. I am a submissive man, but in personality I am far from that. In reality I shut up, follow instructions, but burn inside to take the lead, control and tell everyone what to do. I want to control my world, my work is perfection because that is what it is about… 3D work and controlling my graphical world, my stories.. I am a leader and I want to control. I want to dominate. I want.. her to obey me. I want to tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad, that she should crave happiness, crave me. I want her to listen to me and follow me, trust me, and work with me. I want her to follow my lead and to adventure with me, follow what I want to explore. I want her to be by my side even if I don’t know where I am going, and still trust me. I don’t want her to complain, but be grateful that I am trying to give her what I can. I want her to crave me though…

So a maid…

She serves me, she obeys me, she does her work without me telling her to, she knows her duties, her boundaries. She knows that she must follow my lead and trust me blindly. She knows I will provide, house, and my matters will be my own, they are not her place.. but at the same time she is in my very life and living space. She is there, with me, at all times.

And I can trust her.

I want her to crave the desire to please me, to want me. I want her to worship me and look up to me.

This picture has two of them, imagine that multiplied by two… and imagine them craving me so much that they would share it from their mouths before me.

NO THAT… is ideal.

I would want to be a full man for this, not my pansy self…

But sometimes I am so afraid, not sure if really I am being too rude or mean, abusive.

I don’t want to be abusive………………….

So all of this I still don’t understand, how to control my woman. She often controls me more………..