Category: fantasies


>HNT: invitation

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Spreading my legs.. I call you to me… inviting you to touch the softness of my thighs..
Inviting you to venture further… to the wetness that grows between my legs..
Inviting you to fill me… to take my breath away as you completely impale me…

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>daydream

>We were laying on the bed.. all the wrong way. My legs were over the side with my back flat against the mattress. Ben was up next to me… laying there in a perfect little silence. Minutes passed before Ben said we should go get a shower.

He got up…. taking his shirt off. I watched him as he disappeared from the room. I heard him call for me.. asking if I was coming. I was…. just not that very second. I closed my eyes and imagined how I had wanted that moment to go…

On my back… my shirt rose a little.. leaving a little strip of skin exposed above my jeans. I could imagine his fingers tracing the waistline. I could imagine his hands working north… feeling my smooth skin under his fingertips. He would keep moving till he reached the bottom band of my bra slipping underneath.

He’d trace that band as well… inching up a tad.. to feel my nipple… all hard and ready to be teased. He’s slip his whole hand inside… wrapping it around the full of my breast.. squeezing it gently much to my approval. Before leaving… he’d gently pinch the hardness.. exciting a moan from me.

He’d move south again… exploring a different route this time. This time when he reached my jeans, he’d unbutton them. Slowly unzipping them.. his fingers would move inside… grazing over the smooth lips of my pussy making my breathing grow more rapid.

He’d remove them… and use the other to pull my jeans down my legs. He’d inch up my legs to the inside of my thighs.. kissing gently. When he reached my pussy… he’d lick slowly… teasing my clit.. making my body writhe under his tongue. His hands would move back up… under my bra and pinch both of my nipples again.

And this is where my imagination stopped as the husband was calling for me again. I got up in my dreamy state and joined him in the shower.. leaving my thoughts in the bedroom.

>Ben and I were recently asked if we wanted to play with another couple and to go to a swingers party. It SOUNDS sooo exciting. I was bummed when we didn’t go (I got over it though). But of course.. there are a few things that keeps this from happening.

  1. Ben and I are both kinda possesive of each other. Let me clarify that… we don’t really want to share each other with someone else. Having friends.. and doing things outside of each other are A okay…. but as far as being intimate with another… I think this would be very traumatic for each of us. Sooo for us to join another couple… this is sharing… and well.. yeah.. probably end with some hurt feelings.
  2. Ben is not comfortable having sex in front of others… no pictures.. not in the same room… not on cam. The idea of it.. just is not appealing to him. Me on the other hand… I think this is incredibly exciting. I have really come into my own voyeurwise in the last few years. There is something very, very erotic about watching another person/couple in the midst of something sexual. But again.. that’s just me. We are a couple… and so we have to find a common ground to where both will be comfortable.
  3. Past experience…. I’ve been down this road. I trust Ben completely.. but those bad memories… still taint my mouth. In fact… I completely trust said couple as well. They are awesome. This is my hang up.. no one else’s.

Despite this stuff.. it doesn’t keep me from thinking about how fun it COULD be. I feel like we kinda missed out on a great experience.. but if he’s not in it all the way… then I’d rather not do it at all. Keeping our healthy, happy relationship is way more important to me than one night of craziness.

What I do get from this is…. really hot masturbation material! So its not a complete waste!

>solitude

>I’m cold… I decide to take a shower… this always warms me up. I turn on the water and let Ben know I’m just going to grab a quick shower in hopes that I won’t be cold anymore. Stepping into the shower I position myself under the spray of water… feeling each drop hit my head and cascade down my naked body.

Slowly the chill bumps fade away and my skin starts to feel heated. My mind wanders… thinking of all the things I’d like to be doing… dreaming of Ben. I could call him… and he could join me… but the idea of letting the fantasy grown in my head… all night… is far more tempting…

And so my mind takes me off….

Ben gets into the shower.. I feel his presence and turn around. His arms wrap around me.. his hand touching my back.. pulling me into his unclothed body. Our lips meet… his enveloping mine… it’s intense and passionate.

I hear the pounding of my heart… it beats louder than the falling water. My breath quickens… I want him.

He breaks our embrace… turning me around. He pushes the upper part of my body forward a bit then hooks one arm around my shoulders and the other around my stomach. In one quick motion… he enters me forcefully. A moan escapes my lips.

He starts thrusting into me firmly… filling me then pulls me upright.. against his chest. I feel his teeth sink into my tender flesh which makes my pussy tighten. He lets out a happy groin… fully aware of what he does to me.

He keeps pounding… till he finally fills my hungry cunt. With that he pulls out.. kisses my shoulder and leaves the shower.

The water starts to run cold by now.. when I realize that I’ve spent all my hot water day dreaming… my shower is over.

>solo

>I had spent the afternoon reading blogs… random ones… ones about lurid sexual moments… moments that stirred passion inside of me. I felt the familiar twinge between my legs… a dull throb… of lust and want. I couldn’t take the torture any longer.

To my bed I went (my preferred masturbation spot.. just because I can stretch out). The room was barely illuminated.. just enough that I could still see. I stripped off what little clothes I had on till I was completely naked then laid down. My legs spread and my wanton fingers went straight for my clit.

I started rubbing slowly… then dove slowly into my cunt, wetting my fingers. Back up to my clit I went… working it gently… be intently. I closed my eyes.. imagining all sorts of things… trying to find the right image.. the right set up to give me the intended result.

Finally I landed on one…

We are in a vintage hotel room… dark colors… heavy drapes… rich textures… very.. Victorian. Ben is in an arm chair… dressed. He has his elbows on the arms with his hands joined in front of him… clasped… looking intent. He’s kind of slumped down a bit… casual.

On the bed.. my legs are spread.. high in the air. My fingers are on my pussy rubbing it.. looking up at my partner… speaking filthy, slutty things to him. It’s an old fuck buddy of mine.. the one that introduced me to bondage.

I glance over at Ben… still sitting there… watching us… then back up to this man who is about to fuck me. I beg for him to slide his cock in my ass.. and in seconds I am filled. He fucks me slowly at first but is soon pounding me.

I feel my orgasm coming… building up to a sweet blissful end. I slid my vibrator into my drenched pussy and turn it on.. fucking myself. I keep rubbing my pussy.. playing images over and over in my head. I am on the verge… I feel it… I keep my steady pace… and finally… a powerful orgasm rushes over me. I cry out in pleasure as waves engulf my body.

Once is subsides… I leave my vibrator inside of me… letting me come down easily. My body relaxes… eyes still shut in a quiet content world.

>going up?

>Few people know that when I get onto an elevator… I size it up. I figure out if it’s doable. If there is enough time to make it worth it… if it would even be that fun in that one. It’s been a long running fantasy of mine… man… for what… almost ten years now.

When I was 18 or 19, I went to the hospital that my best friend’s aunt worked at. The employee elevator was the one we went up in… and to say the least, it was PERFECT. It wasn’t fancy by any means but it was slow moving and in the back of the hospital. The only times it was in use frequently shift changes. Needless to say at the time, I was single… and therefore, no one to assist me in my mission.

So many years later and thousands of miles away, I still have not accomplished it. Honestly, I don’t think I ever will. There is that hope in the back of my head though…. obviously, or I would not still get onto them and get a twinge of excitement rush through my body.

I can’t complain too much…. in the grand scheme of things I have probably done about 90% of the fantasies I’ve had. I’ve had a few threesomes (not a three girl one… which is a bummer), had sex on the beach (not as great as you’d think), in the pool, and so on. Hell, I’ve even had sex in a club before (oh the memories!) and on a balcony of a hotel. I’m the kind of girl that will go after something if it pops in my mind… that is if it is doable and won’t stand a good chance of getting me arrested *smiles*.

I feel very sorry for people that never get the chance to live out the stuff that makes them hot. I could not imagine that existence. Like the men that live their whole lives wanting to tie up their wife or share her with a friend but never say anything because they fear that they will be rejected. It’s very sad.

I could not just keep those things from Ben. It’s part of what makes us, us. I remember how scared I was to tell him about my kinky thoughts… but I did… and I’m so glad I did. I can’t imagine what our sex life would be without it. I’d be so unhappy knowing it was something I longed for so bad but couldn’t have it just because I was simply too afraid.

So anyway, here’s to hoping that one day we will find that perfect elevator…. and I get a saucy story to tell.

>It was the last night of our trip, our anniversary. We had a full day of running around… it was lovely. We had retired to our room early, at least early by Vega standards. It was a little bit before midnight.

After getting comfortable and just lounging… I was honestly exhausted. Its amazing how vacation can take so much out of a person. We laid in bed with the curtains open looking out at the strip from our 30th floor room.. such beauty. Not the natural beauty that is held in mountains or in a painting.. but a different kind of beauty that I’ve always loved.

Ben began rubbing my arms and legs gently. I rolled into him taking in his embrace. I love feeling him next to me… it still takes my breath away. We kissed gently, intoxicated with each other. Before we knew it.. we were full on heavy making out- hands roaming everywhere.

I pulled from our lock and sought out his nipple and took it in my mouth. I flicked my tongue across it wanting to make him just ravage me. My hands kept roaming down over his stomach then grazed his cock. It was fully erect and flinched at my touch. I felt a surge of arousal at that.

I decided to go down more.. I ached to feel his hardness in my mouth. My lips trailed down his body and then took his waiting cock tip deep. I swirled my tongue around and gently caressed his balls. I felt his hands on the back of my head and his hips moving towards me urging me to go deeper and so with that I went to the hilt. He let out a groan of pleasure and if I could have smiled I would have with contentment.

I sucked him slowly at first.. but very quickly quickened my pace. (I’m a greedy bitch like that 🙂 ). He held my head in place and began fucking my face… not so hard that Id choke but enough that I knew I wasn’t to move.

Soon he pulled away and climbed off the bed pulling me with him. I stayed on my hands and knees offering him my pussy eagerly. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him going as he could. I purred out a little moan as he pushed in.. feeling how full he made me. I rocked back and forth fucking his cock at a steady pace.

Im not sure how long passed as I was entranced in the feeling of his cock in my pussy… but I was pulled back to reality as he slipped out of me and tugged on me to suck his now wet dick. I got off the bed and onto my knees touching each side of his hips and pulled him into my mouth. He slide in and out about a dozen times then grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet.

He took my hand and led me to the balcony. See what he knew is that I had wanted to fuck on the balcony before we left.. and I was starting to think it was not going to happen. However, being the wonderful man he is… he remembered and was making it happen for me!

I walked out naked on the balcony ahead of me. I’m deathly afraid of heights but for some reason in the moment I was not scared at all. I am pretty sure it was all the adrenaline running through my veins. And with that I walked to the rail, grabbed on, and bent over. The view was amazing… I made sure to take it all in.

I glanced over to the other tower to see if anyone was out on their balconies.. and there wasn’t. I could see people walking on Harmon that looked like ants and wondered if they could see that I had no clothes on. Even if they had.. it did not matter to me. This was what I had wanted.. what I had fantasized about.

Again he grabbed my hips and guided me onto his cock. It was amazing! I was actually being fucked out there for the whole world to see… at any minute someone in the rooms next to us could come out and hear us…. talk about a rush!

We started fucking each other slowly… just taking the moment in.. making it linger. I focused on him and focused at what I saw… committing it to memory.. so that in days to come I could remember it and it would push me over the edge.

Before I knew it the pace had picked up and we were now aggressively going at it… ooohhs and aaahhs esaping my lips with such passion.

“I want you to cum out here baby”, I said almost breathlessly. Just with that little sentance he fucked me harder…. so hard it was difficult not to scream out.

I bounced off his cock several more times and let it go with a low grunt…. the grunt you give when you finally achieve something you worked so hard towards. I smiled through my panting… full of pride that I had made my husband cum so hard.

Once it subsided he pulled out slowly and I turned and kissed him every so gently… so full of love.

“Happy Anniversary”, he whispered and I just smiled. We hugged for a moment and then he took me back inside to take care of his wife.

What a day. 🙂