Living up to the Fantasy
June 20th, 2007(safe for work version)
Masturbation is the cornerstone to a healthy sex life – and what is masturbation without a good fantasy? Fantasies let us experience anything, anywhere, and with anyone we choose. Some of us may fondle ourselves to the thought of a different celebrity hottie every night, while others may get off on imagining mind-blowing sex with that same neighbor down the street over and over. But what happens when you finally get a chance to fulfill your fantasy? In the depths of our imaginations, there are no awkward moments or messy accidents, and everyone is hung like a porn star. But the sad reality is that our real life experiences rarely live up to our fantasies. That’s not to say that real life sex can’t be every bit as hot as a fantasy. Usually, though, it’s just not.
I’ve had my fair share of disappointments after landing the boy or girl of my fantasies. I can’t tell you how many times that crush I’d been touching myself to for weeks turned out to be a total dud. As a matter of fact, I’d just about lost my faith in my fantasies altogether. But then, a few months ago, my Fantasy Man – that lucky fellow that is the subject of most of the fantasies here on this blog – helped restore some of that passion, and he proved that real life could be every bit as hot as a fantasy. What would have simply been a fun, quick little encounter got me hotter than a virgin on prom night for no other reason than the fact that I was doing it with a man who’d been an unwitting player in many a mind-blowing masturbation session. Read on as I share with you a letter to my Fantasy Man…
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Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to get your thick, beautiful cock out of my mind. I didn’t expect the night to turn out the way it did. To be honest, I’d never expected all of those dirty emails, phone calls, and instant messages to lead to anything in real life. I was thrilled to see you when I walked into the crowded bar, and I giggled with delight when you hugged me and whispered, “you look so fucking hot tonight,” into my ear.
I snuck hungry glances at you from across the bar throughout the night, but I wasn’t sure when I should come over to see you again. You were busy with work and always surrounded by people. I couldn’t possibly have said the things that were on my mind in front of others. Then, just as the evening was winding down, and when I was sure I’d never get a moment alone with you, you came over to me. I suddenly became shy and tongue-tied. I could only smile up at you and give monosyllabic responses to your polite small talk. Luckily, you soon took a more direct approach.
“I’m going outside,” you told me. “Do you want to come with me?”
How could I pass that up? A few minutes later, I met you outside, and as we walked to a dark, secluded parking lot where your car was parked, you thrilled me with the dirty secret that your cock was hard for me. I nearly swooned with delight when you invited me to feel it for myself, and I placed my hand on the bulge in your pants. Even as we made out, leaning up against your car, all I could think about was what lay beneath those blue jeans, throbbing for the touch of my soft hands on its shaft.
We climbed into your car for more privacy and I suddenly realized how turned on I was by the wetness that was soaking my panties. I was so eager to devour your cock that I only spent a moment kissing you before I went to work on your pants, hurriedly unfastening your belt and unzipping your fly. I gasped when I reached in and pulled out your cock. I marvelled at its thickness, and I couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to have your thick member stretching my tight pussy as you pressed it inside of me.
I lowered my tongue to the head and began to devour you. I licked and sucked every inch of your cock. I slid my hand up, down, and around the shaft as it went in and out of my wet mouth. I moaned with delight as you told me how good it felt. It wasn’t long before you exploded into the back of my throat and I swallowed every last drop.
Just then, we noticed that the others were looking for you outside, so we quickly composed ourselves and crept out of the car. I fell back a little so no one would see us come out together. Back in the bar, I saw you one more time. It was exciting to know that, as we hugged goodbye, no one else knew our dirty little secret. On the drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about our encounter. I was hungry for more, and my imagination ran wild with fantasies.
Maybe, if you ask me nicely, I’ll tell you one of those fantasies in graphic detail. But be careful. Once you hear it, you’ll most definitely want it to come true.
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