Fantasies

I read The Secret Garden when I woke up today. It’s supposed to be sensual and erotic fantasies women have but I flicked through a few stories and the only things that did it for me ever so slightly weren’t the fantasies but the accounts of actual events. This one woman has this elaborate fantasy about being taken by a room full of men, strangely she tells of her husband touching himself in the bed next to her, sometimes for a hour she said. He says, “open your legs” and fills her full of cum then goes to sleep. I have no idea why, but that turned me on more than these imaginings of these sexually frustrated women.

As I read I asked myself what my sexual fantasies are and no matter how much I scanned my databanks I just couldn’t think of something. Then later I remembered I have this fantasy, it’s so strong I’m not sure if it’s going to compel me to actually do it. I’ve imagined doing this for years, and I’ve come close to it but I just don’t think I’d have the balls to go through with it now.

My fantasy is to be a sex worker, a very, very good sex worker. There’s no specific scenario that goes with it, it’s just a recurring thought that I’d like to get paid for something I really enjoy doing, and do quite well. I’ve imagined being a stripper too, so I went to a strip joint to see what it was like. The girls were sexy but the biggest kick was watching the men in the room drool over women dancing for me. I’ve fantasised about hiring a male prostitute too. What more could you ask for than a man to turn up at your door, no flowers, no chocolates, just a pocket full of condoms and for him to do everything you ask for.

I’d take him upstairs and tell him to strip, slowly, very slowly and look into my eyes as he did. Then I’d lie on my back on the bed and pull my frilly, pink baby doll knickers to one side and order him to eat me out, have him lick me slowly in circles and run his tongue down to my slit and back up to my clit. Then tell him to take my labia majora in his fingers and nibble all along them. I’d tell him to put a condom on and slide into my cunt very slowly and when he’s all the way in I’d tell him to stop moving and just stay still for a while. I’d lie there for an age just drinking in that amazing feeling when a cock penetrates you for the first time. Pumping my pelvic floor muscles around his rock hard cock and looking at his body hovered over me.

When I feel fully aroused I’d roll over and tell him to suck on my arsehole and push his tongue inside me and then have him spit hard on my anus and cover me in lots of spit. I’d tell him to push against the pursed kiss of my arse with the tip of his cock and slide inside me extremely slowly and when the head is in and my sphincter pops to just hold it right there. I’d squeeze my arse muscles tight and release them and pump them hard. I’d have to bury my face in the pillow and grunt. I’d say, “Okay soldier, fuck at will”. And feel him hammer my arse hard.

When I’m about to orgasm I’d tell him to change his condom and fuck my cunt again and stick three fingers in my arse and push deep while he pumps his cock hard at a forty five degree angle so he bangs against my g spot. I’d have him fuck me like that for a while, until I’m almost coming and then (as previously requested) ask him to put the nipple clamps on me. They’d have a long chain that went around my back and have him fuck me like before with his fingers in my arse and his cock pounding my g spot, pulling the chain harder and harder. Then I’d tell him to stop and sit on the edge of the bed and kneel over him and have him spank my bottom really firmly, right in the middle so it bangs against my sphincter muscle and feels delightfully painful.

I’d have him do that all night, but I’m paying for this by the hour, so I get him to fuck me again and then have him stop, I’d turn onto my back and wank while straddled over me and watch him cum all over my ample breasts. Since this is my fantasy he’d have taken Viagra so he remains hard and I tell him to lick it all up, every last drop and spit it into my mouth.. I’d spit it back into his and we’d swap it back and forth as we took turns going on top. While I was on top I’d slide up to his mouth and hover over his face and rock my hips back and forth and keep his spunk in my mouth making my tongue feel numb. It’s called the fluttering butterfly. I always thought that was such a beautiful metaphor. It suggests a beauty and a delicacy and a wonderfully tender dance on my clitoris. Then I’d lie on my back and lift myself onto my shoulders while he plunged his cock into me from above and have him stand legs open wide with his feet pinning my outstretched hands down on the bed. Again, taking me to the brink of orgasm but just as I’m about to I’d motion for him to lay on his stomach and spread his legs. I’d part his cheeks and gently lick his arse, circling the tip of my tongue on his smooth, tight skin and push his own cum inside his arse as deep as I could with my tongue.

Both of us covered in his cum I’d tell him to make me cum now. So he gets a strip of white lace and covers my eyes with it, another ties my writs to the bed above my head and opens my legs wide and ties each ankle to the furthest slats of the bed frame. I’m blind, exposed, bound and spread wide open and he pulls the duvet over himself and lower himself down onto me and slides his cock into my arse once again. He thrusts slowly but rhythmically and pushes his pubic bone against my clitoris and runs the flat of his tongue all over my breasts. Taking one nipple between his lip covered teeth and the other between his index finger and thumb and rolls it in time with his mouth on the other nipple. Everything in perfect synchronicity he works my whole body exquisitely and asks me to cum for him. Over and over again and it draws out a build up of energy deep inside my cunt, the pit of my stomach, my chest, my throat and my head. My cheeks are burning and flushed, my chest is washed with a scarlet rash and he just keeps grinding with a perfect tempo. My orgasm spills over and I leave my physical body for a few moments, Floating in pure sexual energy in a formless heaven for what seems like an eon, then he brings me back with his cock slamming into me hard. He’s thundering into me like an animal with his hand pressing down on my lower abdomen. My orgasm doesn’t wane and he thrusts against my swollen g spot over and over again. I feel a sensation like I’m going to piss and after several more hard slams into me I begin to wail like a young widower at her husband’s funeral and he pulls out fast and shifts his head between my legs and I cover his face in my stream of spurting ejaculate.

This time he puts his hand under my head and cradles it sweetly as he trickles my own juices into my mouth and rubs his lips on me, slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me softly, sensually, adoringly. He lifts the blindfold off my eyes and smiles. We look into each others eyes and he says, “Thank you”. I’m in sheer post coital bliss and utterly relaxed. He unties me, covers me with the duvet, kisses me on the forehead, takes his money from the side table, scoops up his clothes and leaves. I fall into a lovely deep sleep with a huge smile on my face.