Forbidden Thrills Of Joy
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
Having sexual fantasies comes with the territory of being human. But because we live in a culture in which the topic of sex remains taboo, trying to bring them up can not only be intimidating but downright scary.
No matter what your jam is in fantasyland, your private thoughts don't define you--and that it's okay to have sexual fantasies that conflict with who you believe yourself to be. Your fantasy life is your fantasy life, until and unless you choose to make it into more. Whether the situations you picture are tame or wild, "standard" or taboo, sexual imagination can be a deep well of joy and excitement.
My name is Rozlyn which means zealous, and which I am. I am a sturdy 52 year old rather good looking rural woman, which some refer to as peasant, country (and Western) bumpkin etc. I am married to a man who is 12 years older, and have a 30 year old daughter. I consider myself a liberal, with an affinity to feminism. I'm more educated and refined than the average bumpkin. Above all, I'm a highly sexual woman, but my sex life felt empty and sucked.
Joyful Continent of Sex
For many years my husband has been totally impotent and I have not been fucked in all those years. But I do get by with masturbation, using a variety of sex toys and an array of fantasies. The most powerful and prevalent one is being fucked with massive cocks, particularly Black ones...I'd seen pictures of Black cocks in my husband's porn magazines, and I'm totally moved by them. My husband's puny cock does not come close at all...Hell, it can only reach just past my opening. Fucking sad and pathetic. My craving for massive Black cocks is so overwhelming, so intense nothing else matters.
The sensation of my cunt being totally filled and stretched every which way is so fucking tempting so irresistible. I am constantly horny and would love to be totally ravished, really fucked hard core by a real man...Life in the boondocks had become so dull, so boring; indeed, I felt out of place much of the time. I was losing my mind. In mid-summer I decided to visit the big city, have some fun and do some shopping. It had been three years since my last visit. The two hour drive was quite enjoyable with the unusually light traffic on the highway. I checked in at a Best Western motel in a nice, well-kept leafy neighborhood called the Caribbean. A neighborhood of racial, ethnic and culturally diverse residents, but predominantly folks from the Caribbean. It turned out that the next day was the annual Caribbean carnival-festival that I've heard so much about. Quite a surprise I thought, I dare not miss it I decided.
The festival grounds were very lively. There were lots of women around, some in scanty clothing, with nothing left to the imagination; they were beautiful, throbbing with sensuality. Others in colorful costumes. Dancing couples rubbing against each other orgiastically. The place throbbed with the beat of ritual drums, and Caribbean music. The dancing celebrants were imbued with the spirits of ancient African deities. Their supple bodies moving freely to deep and often erotic rhythms. I felt mesmerized, surrounded, possessed and hurled down into formless depths, as I watched the performance of beautiful young women and, the invocation of the goddesses of the waters, of storms and fire.
At some point people began to hug and kiss each other, as part of the rituals. A young man beside me hugged and kissed me passionately. I responded enthusiastically as he pressed his crotch against mine, and I felt his tumescent cock getting hard against my crotch. I was flattered to feel its hardness. We looked into each other's eyes filled with desire.
He offered to buy me a drink and led me to a pavilion where we drank some wine while we talked and laughed. His name was Eric and seemed to be in his late thirties. He was very handsome with an athletic build and looked very hot! I could not take my eyes off the big bulge in his light cotton pants. When he offered to show me his place, a few blocks away, I followed him willingly. I knew he was going to fuck me; my entire body was suffused with joy, my panty wet with juice.
The dΓ©cor in his spacious cozy apartment was such a delight, and filled with the sound of cool reggae music. He offered me more wine and cheese and grilled lobster which he claimed is an aphrodisiac. Eric was very well informed, knowledgeable and very much Avant-garde. We talked we laughed we shared a joint. I had not smoked pot in years. I was very comfortable with him. I became tipsy as I drank more wine then I felt sweaty, hot and horny and he sensed it.
Eric wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply for long moments. I could feel his hardon against my belly. I began to tremble, my cunt clenched and my clitoris throbbed. I did not resist as Eric undressed me in the bedroom then quickly removed his clothes...My eyes were riveted on his huge, super thick, at least 10-inch Black cock jutting out like a sword.
"Holy angels, now that is the cock of my dreams, my fantasies," I whispered.
"Are you serious?" asked Eric.