Fantasy #3: “Daddy’s Here…”

I’m sitting on his lap outside enjoying the night air.

I really want him to kiss me.  He seems to be a little pre-occupied with my body; enjoying his access to my legs, ass and hips. I can see him studying my curves with his finger tips, I also notice when he briefly pauses from studying me, to experiencing me… squeezing my hips… I like that.

 I feel like he’s teasing me; with every touch and squeeze, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

I’m trying to keep my cool, so I’m totally quite and still, and after a few minutes he asks me,

 “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m just a little tired”

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked, in a tone that indicated that he really didn’t want to.

“No, I’m enjoying our time together.”

“Good I am too…” he said, sounding relieved.

I turn to look at him and he’s smiling. I look down at his lips and have 5 or 6 quick fantasies about licking them, sucking them, biting them, and having them all over my body.  I bite my lower lip for a moment and somehow one of my hands finds its way to his arm, and the other has grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. I kiss him, slowly and passionately, licking and biting his lips in the process.

I can feel my pussy start to throb. I feel like my pussy is a drum and a little man is inside of me beating the hell out of it. I can feel the vibration throughout my body… it makes me tremble.

 I want this dude so bad… I open my eyes to look around to see if anyone is walking by… I see no one.  I break from him for a second to contemplate on whether or not I’m really going to fuck him… right here… outside.

My forehead is resting on his and we’re both breathing heavily… I guess he liked that kiss…

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Nothing” I responded. This dude has no idea.

I am so wet that I can feel it on my inner thighs… I start to squeeze them in hopes that my juices will not drip down any farther and expose my secret. 

I continue to kiss him; this time he is freer with his hands. He grabs my ass with one hand and takes the other and glides it up between my breasts to my neck, to my chin… to my lips.  He breaks from me kissing me and rubs his finger across my lips; I eagerly stick my tongue out to lick it… I see him mouth the word oooh. Then I throw him a little wink, to show him that every movement is deliberate and that I know what I’m doing.

I spread my legs to get him comfortably between them… I’m facing him now; and I can feel his hard dick up against my stomach. It makes me want him even more.

He sticks his tongue out and I dive in to receive it, too eager to suck it.  I take my arms and anchor them under his arms so that my hands are resting on his shoulders and I can pull myself closer to him – I start to grind on him. I didn’t realize I was grinding on him until I saw a family walk by with their young children… all the while the parents trying to shield the eyes of their kids from our exhibition… oops.

The family finally passes and he pulls my hair back and thrusts himself on me.  He somehow quickly positioned himself so that his dick is thrusting directly on my pussy. He’s so hard that it hurts a little, but that doesn’t lessen my arousal in the least.  It just makes me wish that dick was inside of me, instead of inside his jeans.

 I look down and I see a wet spot on the front of my dress… damn it.  What is this man doing to me?

He starts to aggressively grind on me, forcing my body to move up and down… I feel my temperature rising. I’m getting more and more excited with passing second. 

He then takes his hand and firmly pulls my hair back so that my eyes are looking directly up at the sky and then he softly licks between my breasts and licks a trail up to my neck. 

I’m arching my back so I can feel as much of him as possible all the while looking towards the sky and allowing my hands to move freely through my hair. My body temperature is steadily rising and the cool night air is having a very sensual effect on me. I feel like I could cum right here.

I take his hand and put it between my legs… I want him to know what he’s doing to me. I’m so wet  that my silk thong is sticking to my pussy and he has to anchor his finger to move it out of the way so that he can enter me.  He goes right for my G-spot…

He hits it once; I bring my eyes back to him and kiss him.

He hits it again; I bite my lips to keep from moaning and squeeze his back.

He hits it again, this time with two fingers and much faster, over and over and over.

I have to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.  Tears are starting to flow down my cheeks. I quickly wipe my face clean and look down to see that I creamed all over his hand… thank goodness I have napkins in my purse.

My heart is still racing, and I feel a foreign emotion, something between joy, excitement and sadness- because I ‘m really happy and satisfied but for some reason I feel like I could sit here for 10 minutes and have a really good cry. 

I rest my face on his neck to recover from my explosive orgasm. He rubs my back and whispers in my ear… “It’s okay baby…Daddy’s here.”

Fantasy #1 : ‘Wait’…

This is about a guy I barely know…

Sometimes I fantasize that he’s comes over to my place… when he opens the door I greet him wearing nothing but a mesh tank top and boy shorts. He looks down at me and smiles. I back up to allow him in and let him close the door behind him – which he does without taking his eyes off me.

‘Hi Daddy…’ I say to him with a little wink.

He throws off his hat and jacket and gently pushes me into the wall. He then picks me up, and wraps my legs around his waist and gently puts his weight on me. He feels so good… I’m face to face with him now. He puts both his hands on my ass and squeezes; and within 2 seconds my boy shorts are soaked. I know he must feel it on his stomach… he knows what he’s doing… and I like that.

He takes one hand and slides it from between my breasts, to my neck until it reaches my face. He then takes one of his fingers parts my lips and sticks it into my mouth… I start to lightly suck it. Then I grab his hand and suck all his fingers one by one. When I’m finished I take his hand and put it between my legs. 

‘Wait…Put me down baby’ I ask him… He obliges.

 I needed to be standing to give him access to my pussy.  He pulls my panties to the side and starts to rub his fingers on my clit… He rubs it hard… He’s still looking down at me… but he’s not smiling now.  His mouth is slightly open.  Right before he puts his fingers inside me he bends down and lightly kisses me… I feel my pussy start to throb so hard that it almost hurts. I want him so bad…

When he slides his fingers inside my [now] dripping wet pussy he puts his tongue in my mouth and starts to passionately kiss me… this dude is driving me crazy. All of a sudden his hand and cups then squeezes my ass, then glides down so that it is behind my knee… He lifts up my leg and wraps it around him so that it is anchored behind his leg. He then takes  his two fingers and slowly enters me… then starts to hit my g-spot slow and hard.  I can’t kiss him now… I’m too busy moaning and trying desperately to catch my breath.  My hands are all over him, wildly exploring his body… I notice his shirt is off… when did that happen??  I unbutton his jeans and pull them down as much as I can. I then take both my hands pull his dick out through is boxers. His dick feels like a piece of steel in my hands [biting my lip]. I’m getting so wet…  I need it… I start to slide down the wall to get better access to his dick.

‘Wait’… he says.

What?! I say with my eyes… Whhhy? I say with my face and body.  He slightly giggles… he is amused by my pain. The look of amusement quickly leaves his face and instead a slight sexy smile briefly appears…

He takes both my hands and puts them over my head and cuffs them with one of his large hands.  All the while looking at me straight in my eyes… damn this man is sexy. I’m looking at him… and I know that any minute I am going to break free of his hold and jump on his dick… the anticipation is fucking killing me.

He takes his tongue and licks my lips very, very slowly and then sticks it out…  I eagerly take into my mouth and gently suck it. I begin to gasp for breath and body feels like it is on fire… I cum… all over him, all over me.

He takes his fingers out of me and brings them to my lips to lick – which I do. He bites his lip and passionately kisses me. He lets me go and then backs up to take off his jeans socks and shoes.  I rip of my tank top and boy shorts… so eager to have him inside of me.

 He leads me to the couch where he sits with his legs spread open and his rock hard dick sticking straight up in the air mmmm [licking my lips].  He puts me on his lap and pulls me close… he starts to lick my nipples and play with my throbbing pussy. I feel like my heart between my fucking legs…  and it is racing. I can barely catch my breath.

‘Wait’ I said… biting my lips and now sweating.

I back up so that I can position myself in front of him on the floor. As I lower myself I rub my face down his chest and dick, lightly kissing the head before I’m all the way to the floor.  I sit up on my knees and look at him… I start to smile a little.

‘Feed it to me…’ I tell him. Then I stick my tongue out, and wait to be fed.

Young, Dumb and Full of…

I’ve never had an orgasm during intercourse or oral sex. [I mean I've masterbated while giving head and had an orgasm but I've never actually gotten one from getting head.]

I didn’t even know what it was like to have good sex until I was 22… when I met my ex.

Before I met my ex, I didn’t know that sex could be sooo good.  I had no idea what I was missing.  I always liked oral sex – which is probably why I am so good at it.  

I used to think that sex  was more for the man than the woman.  I got very little enjoyment out of it – so I focused most of my time on pleasing my significant other… oh yeah and moaning.  

I never once came close to having an orgasm with any of my exes and really had no desire to have one… at the time I really didn’t feel like I was missing anything. Then, I met my [most recent] ex.

My ex is a freak.  He opened me up to a lot of new experiences and sensations but, unfortunately, never had the patience or interest in making me cum.  Physically, he wasn’t really my type but he had a great face. In the past I’ve dated fairly unattractive men, so it was a nice to change to sleep with someone that I didn’t mind looking at. I didn’t mind looking at him when I gave him head, I didn’t mind looking at him during sex. I liked licking his lips and sucking his tongue [don’t knock it ‘till you try it]. I would get so wet just looking at him…[sigh]

Anyways –  I decided to make myself cum… reading erotic novels, watching ALOT of porn and buying a wide variety of toys.  Eventually it happened, but I could never achieve one during sex. It was completely frustrating. I wanted it soo bad.  

As good as my ex was in bed, there were things that I wanted him to do… things that I thought would bring me closer to cuming. But, he didn’t even want to hear it. He was impossible to talk to. He thought he was perfect… and he was good – but after 4 years I should be able to tell him what I want in bed and he should do it. But that wasn’t the case. Near the end I was so angry and frustrated from his selfishness that I would blow up at him for almost anything.  I mean, how would you  act after 4 years of sexual frustration?

He was very selfish… he wanted head all the time,  and I obliged – I really didn’t have a problem with that. What I did have a problem with was the fact that he stopped returning the favor.  He asked for it all the time.. I mean ALL THE TIME. It got to be really annoying after a while. I would periodically go on ‘Head Strikes’ to teach him a lesson… they wouldn’t last for more than 2 weeks.

Tooting my Own Horn Real Quick

I think I might have given my ex the best head of his life.

I would give him head as often as possible. Once I gave him head in a dressing room at the mall. Sometimes, I would give him head while he was asleep … but my absolute favorite time to give him head was before work.

When we started dating, he had a ‘9 to 5’ and I just had my classes.  So when it was time for him to get up and go to work I could chill in bed.  Sometimes I would get in the shower with him and wash him and more than likely have sex in the shower.  But what I really liked to do was wait until he put on his shirt, tie and pants… at this point he’s almost always standing by the mirror*. Then I would get out of bed and crawl on the floor until I’m right in front of him, get up on my knees , unzip his pants and pull his dick out. He was always hard, he knew what I was going to do from the minute I hit the floor…  Then I let him watch me in the mirror, on my knees giving him head in his nicely pressed suit.

YB won’t be getting any of that action. I only give my BFs [boyfriends] head.

Anyways…

I have no problem satisfying my man; unfortunately, my man [ex] never gave a damn about satisfying me.

And then there’s YB – I doubt this dude can hang long enough to get me to cum. I doubt this dude even knows how to make me cum. I doubt this dude is even ready to see my freaky side…. I really do. But I AM horny… and I do need to get laid…  But I  think YB is a waste of time. The next one could be a waste of time too….

Although…I really like having control when it comes to YB, I like that I know more than him and that I could show him some shit that would probably blow his mind. Something about that… having control over a man twice my size… is very sexy.  In all honesty, that is the only thing that is keeping me interested.