Friday, 21 November 2008

"Do you ever fantasise about me having sex with another man?"

It was a simple enough question, but I really wasn't expecting it.  We were in the middle of a fairly ordinary conversation which had turned its way on to the subject of the porn videos I'd watched that morning.  B wanted me to describe them to her, so my radar was already twitching.  I'd described how I'd seen a video of a woman shaving herself for this man, who then obviously had to test the smoothness of her pussy by getting his face in there for the tongue test.  As he examined her, the camera man put his camera down and decided he had to get involved with her top half.  And B asked me "do you ever fantasise about me having sex with another man?"

The truth is I do.  I think maybe I'm different from a lot of guys in that not only would I love to have a FFM threesome, but I'm totally intrigued by the idea of a MMF threesome too.  There's part of me that would really love to see her working another guy's big hard cock at one end of her body, while I work her at the other end.  It wants to see her slightly helpless and being controlled by two men who are rampant for her body.  Most of the time I love it when B takes control, but this would be a time when she had no choice.  I told her I would love to fuck her from behind, holding on to her hips, as she holds on to a hard cock and lets the vibrations from my pounding enhance her sucking rhythm.

Porn is always better when there's a really fucking big cock involved.  I find a porn movie so lame when it's a chubby bloke with a 4 inch wonder.  It's like anything really - we like our Hollywood actors ripped and good looking as well.  Porn, like most things, is aspirational - I want the guy to be just as hot as the girl, because I want to imagine it's me with that 10 inch shlong pounding the blonde with the fake FFs.  Why else would I watch it?  So maybe that's why this imagery is allowed to extend to me thinking of B with one of these big fat cocks in her hands.  She once told me of an ex-boyfriend who had a cock so large it was almost laughable, they didn't know what to do with it, and I have to admit to allowing that to enter my mind from time to time while I'm 'thinking' of her.  It's a fucking hot image - my beautiful sexy girl with a monster cock in her hands.  Why the fuck not, I can think of that if I want to!

My fantasies about a FFM threesome are also plentiful, and likely the subject of another post in the future.  But I think it all adds up to something we both find very erotic; the imagery of writhing bodies, flailing limbs, being completely lost in a see of sex.  Group sex has also always turned me on.  That idea that you could roll over, fling your arm, move your body, and be touching another body or be entered by another person and not know which one it is or what else they're doing at the same time.  It would take a lot of trust, which would be difficult to have amongst strangers (since we would certainly never do this amongst friends) which is why it would probably never happen.

After this conversation led to a serious session of phone sex, and therefore post coitus, it suddenly dawned on me to clarify with B that I did know the difference between a fantasy and a reality.  Of course my mind loves the idea of a hot svelte female body riding her face as I drive my cock in and out of her, but I'm not asking for us to do it anytime soon.  I get such a kick out of the fact that B's imagination is up for it in the heat of the moment, it's plenty to keep me going.  Unless of course you're offering, darling? x

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