My Spiderman Kink

I've always loved the Spiderman ever since I can remember. And I don't mean in a literary kind of hero-worship way. I completely lust after him like a bitch in heat. In my heart he's unattainable, not because he's a fictional character, but because he's just so fucking perfect. I consider him real, even though I happen to see him only via the big screen, but I desire him all the same.

It sounds weird, right? A mature woman with an infatuation for a fictional young man, who dresses up as a spider to fight crime and serve justice. But for some reason, I find him totally hot, and it makes my pussy wet just thinking about him. It's the character himself - somehow I can see past the different actors have played the role across the years, and in my eyes he's just my Spiderman lover.

I don't have this penchant for other superheroes - it's only the Spiderman. In fact, across the realm of all fiction - books, series, movies - nothing else gets my attention. James Bond, Jason Bourne, Wolverine - naught.

Superman and Batman are the worst - they do absolutely nothing for me. I'm sure that the characters were developed by men, for men, and represent what men want to be. But that's not women want. Imagine all the fucking baggage that would come along with hooking up with Superman or Batman - dealing with their mansplaining, super egos and superiority complexes. Although their physical appearances might be impressive, I'm sorry to say that it's not what gets my engines revving. It's all just over the top and too much for my liking.

No, in terms of vulnerable sensuality, Spiderman has it in spades. A youthful guy with an air of innocence, a good moral compass and a slender body to die for. I love that naivety and cuteness in his demeanor. He's got those super powers and super strength, but really when he's in need of affection I just want to play a mother figure to wrap him up and protect him.

Ever since I saw Spiderman do that iconic upside down kiss in the "Spider-Man" movie, it's something I've always longed to replicate. When I first saw it, I could feel my lips tingle, I wanted it so bad. I'd be happy if it wasn't actually done suspended from the sky in exactly the same way. I'd be satisfied for him to kiss me from the top while I'm lying on the bed with my head back.

I've been with some guys and asked them to indulge me, but they all just laugh. They get as far as a peck on the lips, but that's it. But the Spiderman knows what to do. A long sensuous kiss, with those young tender lips of his. The dorsum of his tongue positioned to press against mine. Our kiss would linger, then he would make his way to kiss my moko kauae. He wouldn't stop there - the Spiderman would migrate all the way down my body until his lips met with my pussy, and I'd let him bring me to heaven.

I love his adorable costume too - the story goes he made it himself which is so sweet. I could say that his outfit leaves nothing to the imagination, but that's not true - there's plenty to imagine. I love that slim bodyshape that nineteen year olds have, when they're still young and active, and the abs and muscles show through. Whenever I see him in costume, the outline gives a hint, but my mind goes crazy trying to imagine what's beneath.

Of course the other thing about that costume that goads my imagination is his spider-cock. In reality, I'm sure that there's nowhere to hide under a lycra bodysuit. In my little fantasies, I imagine saying something lascivious that turns him on. I picture his oversized hard on, bulging against that skinny body of his. He would try to cover it up with his hands, and he'd be all shy and coy, but I'd come right up to him and let him know that he has nothing to fear, then I'd shift his hands aside and lever that dick out of that spandex.

If I was Mary Jane there's no way I would let him go. In fact I'd be keen for him to use those super Spidey powers on me to make sure that I don't go anywhere. When he shoots those webs from his wrists, it's so fucking arousing to me. I'd love for him to use those webs to tangle me up naked like shibari with my wrists bound tight and my body immobilised and suspended in space. I'd tell him that he can do whatever he wants with me, and he'd start nervously, but then he'd pull his hard dick out of those Spidey pants and fuck me stupid. I'd be rocking back and forth, and he'd have some extreme Spidey-focus just watching his cock plunge in and out of my wet pussy.

I'll bet that icky sticky web stuff comes out of his cock too. He'd fuck me until he explodes, and fills me with torrents of that silky cum thread. Then he'd pull his cock out, and it would still be attached to my insides, and as he tries to pull the sticky ropes of cum out of me, it would be like he's jerking my pussy inside out.

In my imagination he's always partially disrobed of his Spiderman outfit when he fucks me, with his mask off so I can watch his face. After our erotic liaison, he would turn back into Peter Parker, and once that happened, we'd pretend that things are normal, as if nothing is going on.

We'd work together at the Daily Bugle, catch each other's eye and I'd know that he was the Spiderman, and he'd know that we were going to fuck each other's brains out that night. But we'd just remain silent, drowning in all the sexual tension.

So that's my soft spot for the Spiderman. I've got plenty of little peculiarities, fetishes and kinks and I guess this is one of the more innocent ones. I haven't shared this secret with anyone before, but it's been a relief to confess.