I started off my adventure of exploration and sexual festiveness with a laundry list of fantasies. For example...I wanted to feel hands...alll over my body...smells of pussy and cum filling my nostrils...cocks everywhere looked...bodies, skin, lush colours and sounds...my senses overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure of my mind, body and senses...CHECK!
I wanted to experience two cocks at once, two women at once, facials and anal, ATM, young men, older men...CHECK! CHECK! CHECKIDY CHECK!
Sigh....so here I sit....two years following and when I am asked by a potential new lover in their deep, lustful voice: "What are you fantasies, baby?" my sensual response is: "....eerrrmmmm...." HAWT!
I have to stop and think, what are my fantasies? I adore sucking a beautiful cock, feeling warm streaks of cum ice my tits and face...but this is in fact a reality.
I no longer wonder what an orgy would sound and feel like, to have men stand around and jerk off to the sight of four women fucking each other simultaneously. Nor do I wonder how it would feel to be a little cumslut or fucktoy for a happily married couple, with a wife encouraging her hubby to fuck my from behind and I bury my face deep into her soft velvety folds...or to have a woman gush her sweet metallic cum in my mouth, dribbling off my chin onto my rock hard nipples.
For me, my fantasies were what fed my orgasms while masturbating and pushed my writing into areas I have never ever experienced....and they are gone. My muse has left....sigh.
HOWEVER!!! I would not change a thing! My experiences have been phenomenal! I have met some wonderful (and not so wonderful) people...and they have added and shaped who I have become in this lifestyle. They have helped set up my boundaries, showed me how to navigate the, at time, complete nonsense that fills people
