i have this image in my head.
in fact, it’s swimming behind my eyes all day every day and i can’t seem to let it go. it’s such a vivid image in fact that i can *feel* it if i close my eyes and let myself.
it’s a simple little fantasy really, nothing that hasn’t been done before by zillions of other folks in various ways. some folks use penises and some folks use dildos and some folks use anuses rather than vaginas and some people use both but the underlying play is identical.
i can feel my lover’s cock in the back of my throat. i can feel it pulse and shudder as i work my soft palate over it. i can feel the twitch of his hips as i stroke his taint and fondle his balls and slide my soaking hand over his glistening shaft.
i can feel my throat make the wonderful lube that is better than anything made in any store anywhere and i can feel my hand sliding along the slickness i’ve made with my mouth. or, as chelsea would say, i can taste the porn starry spit… the stuff we all think is fake until we learn to make it ourselves.
i can hear him groan and sigh as i work and i can feel my pussy swell and open and drip with desire.
all of this is waiting for me behind my eyes EVERY SINGLE TIME that i close them. every.single.time.
and then? just when sanity sneaks back in? when i can turn off the throb in my pussy and the pulse in the back of my throat? my hungry, lonely, yearning throat?
then i catch a glimpse of the monster that arrived in the mail the other day.
the giant, black, turgid, balls attached, veins throbbing, smooth headed cock delivered by the nice delivery man. the man who absolutely has no idea what’s in my regular packages or why i’m always so happy to see him!
this thing is enormous.
so big, in fact, that i’ve been afraid to try it.
so big that i’ve had to wait until the part of my cycle where i’m insatiable (yes, i have one of those) before i could try it.
so big? so big that i’ve showed it to my friends so they can laugh at the enormity of it.
yeah, i’m feeling intimidated.
and yet? even while i’m feeling intimidated?
i can feel it. i can feel it’s first tentative brush against my nether lips. the gentle parting of my pubic hair and the drip drip drip of my own lubricant on my sheets. it’s huge though so i’ll still help it with a dollop of liquid silk as i ease it into my freshly fucked pussy.
and make no mistake, i’ll be freshly fucked this evening when i try it.
i’ll be freshly fucked, have a cock buried in the back of my throat and an eager mouth ravaging my sensitised clit and still? still it will be enormous.
still i’ll be afraid of it and i’ll have to work to stretch around it.
but oh… the glorious feeling of being filled at both ends. having both my mouth and my pussy fucked at the same time. of feeling myself stretched all out of proportion to take and take and take some more.
it’s just lingering there behind my eyelids, this image of my writhing body being utterly filled and every time i close my eyes?
every time? there it is and i can smellfeeltaste it. that beautiful, indescribeable, arousing flavour of cock.
