My fantasies are almost always about women but I have had desires for other sexual encounters. To this day I have never fantasised about a relationship with a specific man or about any men I have ever known.
But I try everything.... at least once.
It was at University that I first became jealous, women's clothes were so soft and gentle, my clothes were hard to the touch and dry, coarse against the skin, cut and designed for practicality, no softness or grace to them. When men were smart they just wore suits, black or grey, pin stripe isn't different -- its just black or grey striped with grey or black.
A couple of times when using the University communal dryers a pair of panties would be left behind, sometimes I would masturbate with them but I began to try them on. Feeling them against my skin, so soft and smooth, I began to shave and wear them into town, they made me feel so naughty. The feeling was amazing and the more times I tried it the more I wanted to and the more items I wanted to wear.
It wasn't until after university that I began to wonder about other things, naturally I wondered about pleasure, how different was the pleasure women felt? I knew what it was like to penetrate a woman, to feel her against me and then orgasm inside her but what was it like to receive? Was it better? If you were penetrated, if you were fucked by a big hard cock, a big hard veiny cock until it came inside you, pumping its hot sticky juice inside you, using you for its pleasure, then maybe you wouldn't have orgasmed, maybe you could take another cock inside you.
Sometimes I masturbated to the idea of being fucked, being used for someone else's pleasure, and sometimes became more often. I would dream of being the centre of a gangbang, faceless cocks hanging in the air around me and thrust into my mouth, penetrating my arse or being wanked in my hands. My secret desire to be the slut everyone wanted to have.
