My first associations of summer heat with sex are from when I was but a teenager. Playing sexy underwater show me yours, I'll show you mine games with the strange, beyond-her-years tomboy at the town pool. I'm not sure what the point was of this game except the exhibition part. Because frankly, I couldn't ever see details of "hers" and nor could she see the details of "mine" under the water--it was cloudy, chlorine filled water, and we didn't have goggles. But we were pulling aside our bathing suits to show each other those naughty bits. It was all rather innocent. Only a couple of years before, I was playing underwater teaparty with the same girl. And now we were exposing ourselves. Natural progression, perhaps.
Now it is late July and I have been living in New York City for nearly 7 years. Which is sort of a long time. It's almost a third of my lifetime! I mean, that means something. Even if at times I feel stagnant here, especially on these hot days, when the sweat doesn't stop, I'm bloated but I can't exercise and I'm hungry and I don't know what to eat. I'm bored but I don't want to do anything. I'm hot and there's no way of cooling off. Even a cold shower only relieves the body for a few minutes. I have an air conditioner which I don't like to blast during the day. Only at night. I'm trying to save money. Money I spend too much of now that it's warm out and everyone seems to want to go out for drinks. This is summer in New York. It's fun, it's social, but it's also a bit--I don't know. Lethargic. I find myself counting the days until fall. Fall is always invigorating. Sweaters, hot coffee, bourbon, long walks on Sunday afternoons until the air gets just a bit too chilly. That all sounds really good right now.
The one thing that does stay with me throughout the summer is my sex drive. Although it's a lazier one. Hah. Honestly. I think Summer is the Season of Submission. Yes, it's true. The thought of dominating a boy right now--tires me out. Is this typical? Is this just me being lazy? The sex I have been having seems about me being in the submissive role. The hardest work I do during it is sucking rigorous cock. But of course, it is my fantasy life that is still full of me being dominant. Although I have one fantasy that I think would be pretty easy for me to pull off, in reality, even on a hot day.
I'm getting fucked by a Big Bad Man. Honestly, a man who is tall, a man who is well-hung, a man with a beard, a man with scary dark eyes, a man who doesn't much care for anything but my holes when I'm lying there, naked, under him. And so knowing this, I happily provide him with a dripping pussy and a slobbering mouth. It's the least I can do. But there is the sissy boy. That sissy boy who in EVERY FANTASY I have nowadays suddenly appears. In his chair next to my bed. He is dolled up, and looking gorgeous, and his eyes are glassy and full of a sort of lost longing at the sight of Big Bad Man pounding me. The sissy will never enter my pussy, of course. And I do not strap on a plastic cock in the fantasy because it is too hot. Yes, it is too hot even in my fantasy. Instead, I give the sissy a bench. Yes. a bench. To kneel on, on all fours. His ass pussy faces me, and I simply fuck him with the prettiest pink dildo I have, at the same rhythm and pace that I'm getting fucked. I move my arm back and forth, fucking his hole as I lay on my back, getting fucked. Everything is sweaty and I can barely see his tiny balls hanging as I pound his ass with my dildo. And Big Bad Man tells me to fuck him good, as good as he is fucking me. And everyone comes at the same time. And then things dissolve in a mist of air conditioning and frozen grapes. Yes, Big Bad Man disappears, and Sissy feeds me frozen grapes. I have that vision as I'm smoking my cigarette, in real life, on my couch.
That is my masturbatory fantasy on a hot summer day.
I know a lot of Big Bad Men. I mean, some are taller than others. But I know a lot of men who are willing to fuck me senseless.
But Sissy Boy, oh Sissy Boy, where are you? You are so close, and yet so far away.
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6 comments:
What a grand masturbatory fantasy indeed. ALso nothing is better then frozen grapes.
Mmmm.... I love a good cuckold fantasy. Don't tell him, but my husband is never very active in those fantasies. He's not a bull, nor is he a sissy. But the thought of that man lapping up the cum that drips out of ravaged pussy, well, now, that's almost too much to handle. I could orgasm just thinking about that. Imagine all the filthy things you get to say while he does that. Whoo. Where are my vapors?
--Mia
Surprised there isn't a favored vibrator for such purposes. Esp in the ass. And as I recall the NYC heat, finding some good hard cock during the summer heat is pretty easy. The ones who like eating pussy are pretty findable. Granted, they won't all have 9", but you don't sound like a size queen. Why not try some of the older "experienced" guys who can bring you a night of tremendous merriment--and orgasms. Who knows, you might even find a sub into fucking your ass.
moondogg: frozen grapes=awesomeness.
ursula: wow. that's some comment! um, i'm a little squirmy right now.
anonymous: why thank you for your suggestions! nyc is good for all sorts of sexy things. it's a terrific reason to live here! a SUB in MY ass, however? um. that would thoroughly defeat my purpose.
*giggle* Janie, I hope that's a good squirm and not a Rev. Jackson on Obama kind of squirm.
next time u give blow job have some frozen grapes in ur mouth. the guy will flip.
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