Arms Length Away

Me: what was the dream?

Him: truthfully all i recall is taking u from behind, sweat glistening on your back and me pulling your hair as i finished inside of u

Me: that sounds awfully nice. i like hair pulling. i'll be thinking about that.

And that's how it usually goes. IM's back and forth about how hard he is (very, very as you can see below), how hot I am, and variations on method or orifice.

I'm not partial at all to cock shots. A photo of a phallus doesn't compel me to consider the rest of the body. I think they are a ridiculous portrayal of a disembodied appendage, not unlike a picture of an arm or a toe. Completely non-sexual. That's not to say I'm not sometimes impressed with certain measurement, but I need context to have a salivary reaction. But, for the photo below I have plenty of context and the reaction it produces is copious.

I haven't met this cock, nor the man it's attached to. But I have heard him. Oh yes, I have heard him. Breathing hard and fast, all pre-cum and description, my voice low and slow and encouraging towards a satisfying finale.

We are each others fantasies, in a way. Me, the older woman. He, the younger, way too much younger, man. A man with whom I would be flagrantly breaking my rule. And, so, we haven't. And, we may never. (Or we may...)

I have posted some erotic pictures here, but this is truly the most graphic and I have to admit, while seeing this picture drives me to distraction, I'm a little reluctant to post it. It feels a little too exposed. Exposing not only my friend, in all his hot and throbbing glory, but me. Exposing a vulnerability. Not just my desire for hard cock, but my modesty, I suppose. A last hold-out in my reluctance towards prurience.

He says I can say that it's, "yours and yours only". A sweet lie. Ownership of that toy of all toys would drag me to the depths of depravity. I'm not quite willing to go there.

Not yet.

Someone elses fantasy

He's 22 years younger than me. Way past my cutoff, but rules are meant to break. It's my rule, so no-one feels bad about breaking this except me. And, maybe this is exciting because I'm breaking the rule.

I'm his fantasy. A "mature" woman. Such a nice euphemism from a 20-something. Maybe he's mine, too.

I walk into his apartment and he tells me to take my clothes off. He says this in such an authoritative way that I'm impressed. So, of course, I do. He watches every article as it falls to the floor. Giving me some direction as to which piece comes off next. Then I'm naked. A little cold, so of course my nipples are hard. A little excited, so of course my pussy is wet.

He points to the bedroom and tells me to go in there and get on the bed on my knees, ass high. I do this, but he hasn't followed me. I'm not sure where he is. It seems like an eternity I'm in this position before he comes in. He's still dressed.

He comes up behind me and makes me spread my legs more and then he starts. Parting my lips and attacking my clit with his tongue. Flicking and sucking it. Pulling it with this teeth. I'm going out of my mind with pleasure when he pushes 2 fingers into my dripping cunt and finger fucks me hard, not letting up on my clit. I'm screaming.

He moves his tongue away from my clit and pulls his fingers out of me and pushes his tongue deeply inside me. In and out repeatedly. Then he moves his tongue up to my ass and pushes it in and out. Then back to my cunt, then back to my clit. Over and over until I'm so close I'm sure I'm going to explode. He senses this and continues to suck on my clit in a way that is so all encompassing, so perfect I come with a scream and know that I am dripping my juices all over his face and hands.

He pulls away and tells me to lie down. He moves up on the bed and wraps my still shaking body in his arms and kisses my forehead and my eyes and then my lips. We look into each others eyes and both smile.