You know how I told you the other day, that some of your kinks invaded my thoughts, and started to impose upon my fantasies, slowly but surely? I’m sure you do because you keep an eye out for everything we talk about. You said then, gallantly, through the lines of meaningful facts and thoughts which we were debating, that you are curious to know more about it. I can’t explain how this refined behavior of yours projects on me, as I do have a glimpse of what more is in your head. I thought I would explain it to you the best way I know.
So it all goes like this:
While I’m grinding my gears to bring into the light the best details of a very dear experience of mine, with my hand between my legs, because that’s how this works, my focus migrates to something big.
Bigger.
Bigger than I have ever experienced.
Bigger than I have ever indulged myself in even thinking about on an aroused mind.
Pussy stretching is not something new to my knowledge, but I haven’t got the essence of it. Not until you, most probably unintentionally, introduced me to the psychology behind it. So I explore.
My fantasy starts with me, spread in front of you, it doesn’t matter where, what matters is that I’m laying on my back, you’re standing on your knees, I’m slightly worried, you’re a hell of excited, the big thing in your hand, not your cock, you know… the huge weirdly shaped dildo you referred to as ‘interesting’ the first night we talked and the bottle of that good lube you know about.
I’m frowned in confusion and I feel a bit of fear of what’s coming but I’m already wet in anticipation when I see how eager you are to stuff me. I’m not scared of you, tho I do know your mind can slip into darkness, but I know it’s not gonna be with me. I’m scared I won’t be able to take it, but I want to, I want to know how it feels to have myself filled like this and I want to see you proud of me and satisfied, so I keep silent.
I flinch once when I hear you pop the lube cap, then again when I feel it cold on your fingers spreading it on my split. In my head you like this, you like having me scared in front of you, because you know you’ll show me a good time, it’s me that doesn’t know it. Yet.
You take your time fingering me, there’s no rush, tho the burden of impatience is heavy on your shoulders, but it’s all part of the game. You have a good game in your fingers, you almost have me cuming but you know that and you don’t let me, I like it, it’s taking my mind away a bit from the tension, but you bring it back over and over again by adding another finger and another until all five tips are dipping in me. You don’t go any deeper than the first knuckles… maybe second, you tease with a bit of balance, then you reach for the beast.
Oh my! I’m starting to tremble a bit but I try to control myself even tho I know you’ve noticed. You place its tip at my entrance and you pour more lube, you don’t add pressure… or maybe just a bit, then you start moving it up and down my split, from the entrance to folds to clit and back down, to have me relax, to have me ready, because this is how you’ll make me take it. It’s time you take the next step, you start pressing it in, through a bit of balance, twist, slowly loosening my muscles. Its tip is slightly pointy, not that huge bulge, I imagine this helps better with the insertion, tho sometimes I think about a bulgy head from the start. You are very hooked to the actual scene of my pussy starting to stretch, opening up, but you can’t help to check on me also from time to time, just to stumble over my persisting frown. You’re increasing the pressure and you hold until my muscles give in and it glides in through the insane slippery and a bit of pain, getting from me a vocal expression, something between a cry and a moan that brings a smile to your face. You loosen up more on that nice guy attitude and you fill me deeper, and deeper! My thoughts spin through a pinch of fear, maybe confusion, but definitely, also bliss and I can’t help to wonder if this makes you hard, if your cock actually takes pleasure in your doings, and if so, if you’d actually want to fuck me also. Irrational and stupid, I know, but the unknown makes me even more aroused.
So this part is for me.
It’s not one of the dangerous assumptions you warned me not to make, no, this I know for sure as you stated it clearly a few nights ago, saying that it’s not your thing, but you see… in my fantasy, I’m making it your thing. Just for me, because I’m selfish that way.
After having me stretched up good and filled, you lose the grip at the base of the beast and you go lower, sliding on the slippery mess between my legs, stopping one tip of your finger over my ass. Ahh! It gets me goosebumps. You start teasing and caressing, nice and slow and patient, how I like it and how I am making you like it also, and you do! You only like it because of me, because I’m the one in front of you, because my satisfaction feeds you just like yours feeds me. You free your cock and you show me how hard you are, how much arousal you have flowing through your veins, you break through all my doubts and it’s making me crazy! You slip one finger in my ass with the same patience that my needs are craving for and you loosen me up good and ready for more while you stroke your hard-on wet. Then when the time comes to take you in, you know I’m nervous, we both know it’s gonna be a tight fit with the beast shoved in my pussy, so you lean over me as you fit your head at my opening, juggling sloppy from your hand. I’m shaking under you when you start forcing through, you know I need a little distraction so you give me your lips and your tongue over mine in a deep kiss to shut my complaints and completely hot-wire my brain until you stuff your cock balls deep in my ass.
You rise now, and you fit your hand over my neck and you tighten the grip as you bring up the pace faster and deeper and harder and you ride me into the unknown until I can’t hold it anymore. I burst into what I imagine a very awesome and intense and new type of orgasm.