Gidday. This is not just a story. This is an answer to all the guys out there who ask me which of my stories are real and which are fantasies. Well, the simple answer is that all of them are fantasies - but I am lucky enough that they are also either real or reality based. Don't we all want to live out our fantasies? The Christmas Eve and Oral Sex with Grant stories are fair dinkum, true blue, honest truth. There has been a little toning down if anything (can't shock all the readers with exact details!). My interview with a Nympho story was a different way of me expressing what is a reality in my life. Hey, I AM highly sexed and I AM hard to please. I love all the things I mentioned in my story so really it is a true story. Kinda, sorta...
Now I am sure most readers want to know what other truths I am going to share on this site. Well, today I am going to fill you in on my most intimate (and usually secret) fantasy. One which has yet to be fulfilled because I just haven't found the right guy. No - I don't need offers thankyou! :)
My perfect day would start with a guy waking beside me and gently caressing me awake. He would commence by gently massaging my breasts with the tips of his fingers. Gradually, his hand would travel further south to my pussy and I would awaken to the gentle touch of his hand pushing against my wet and puffy lips. My breasts would be alive with sensation and my body would be screaming out for the attention of a man. The dream guy would roll over on top of me and change from gentle to just the right amount of aggressor. A slow but insistent pressure until his wonderful cock was pushing as far as it could inside me; hitting my cervix but not pounding too hard against it. After my first orgasm, he would get quite forceful and basically fuck my brains out. Changing position at least twice, the event would last somewhere between 20 and 40 minutes. That would be enough to give me some relief - but just not enough to satisfy me fully.
As soon as the dream guy finishes his wakeup fucking, he would give me his plans for the day. It would all be organised, just needing me to be free for a day to follow his plans. Man, this perfect guy knows all the things I love and knows how to keep me on edge enough to want it. Phew!
"Beth" he would say, "we are going to be spending the day together. We are going out and you will wear what I want you to wear, do what I want you to do, and be just how I want you to be."
"Yes, sure!" would be my eager response. Fuck, I would be turned on just by the thought!
The day starts with dreamboat picking out something for me to wear. I imagine it would be a skirt that hides enough to be decent but is easy to remove or to slip under or through. My top would be almost sheer and I would wear a sexy bra to support my perky but quite full breasts. No panties at all and a nice pair of high heel shoes that match the outfit. Nothing too slutty but sexy all the same.
We would go to the local shopping centre and dreamboat would lull me into a sense of security and make me believe there was nothing to happen for a while. We would look at clothes for him, clothes for me and just generally do some window shopping. Then, when I least expect it, he would drag me into the fitting rooms of the department store and grab my pussy under my skirt.
"Ssh..." he would whisper. "You have to be very quiet."
He knows that it is incredibly hard for me to be quiet. I usually end up with a bitten lip or a mouth full of pillow when I try to stay quiet. My body responds on its own and I don't have a lot of control. Close to orgasm I forget where and who I am. My body shudders and shakes and my mind is lost totally in what my body is feeling. A warm blush travels from my groin right up to my eyes and right down to my toes. My skin feels like it is tingling and my pussy pulses and explodes with wet wonderful juice. Trying to contain that feeling by not digging my finger nails in or by trying to remain silent is like a harness that reduces the intensity of the orgasm. This is not too much of a drama if I know that it is only preliminary sex but I will always need the full release later on.
Anyway, he fucks me in the fitting rooms of the store and I am quiet. I cum a few times but each time I just manage to bite my lip and moan quietly instead of screaming my pleasure to the world. God knows what the staff of the store would do if they knew!
After the department store we go grocery shopping. Dreamboat ensures that we buy cucumbers, carrots and all manner of things that I can imagine may be used later for a reason different to food. He is such a tease! We leave the grocery store and drive to a local park. Hand in hand we walk through the park (I have taken off the high heels and am barefoot at this stage). We smile and laugh and watch the other people having a normal day out. It all feels good and family like. Although I am wondering just when, where and how this guy is going to take me, he surprises me even more by simply leading me back to the car after an hour or so. No sexual contact? What is going on?
We arrive home and put the groceries away. I wonder why the day has slowed and consider asking but know that I am not supposed to question anything this day. In fact, I would most likely spoil a surprise or kill the mood if I was anything but the submissive person that dreamboat expects. Of course, the suspense of the mood is killing me and my pussy still hasn't gone into complete relaxation mode. I yearn for his touch (or my own).
