My fantasy involves an ultra suave and sophisticated mature man with dashing looks and
impeccable manners sweeping me off my feet in a whirlwind of romance. He will wine
and dine me in a style to which I am yet to be accustomed. His conversation will be witty
and interesting. He will be beautifully dressed in bespoke shirts and suits and wear just a
hint of expensive aftershave.
By the time the meal is over I'll be so wrapped up in him that I will be putty in is hands.
When he suggests we go up to his hotel suite I eagerly agree. He pours us a glass of port
and invites me to sit next to him on the sofa. I look into his deep blue eyes and feel a
shiver of desire course through me. My animal instinct start to surface. I want this man. I
want to feel him close and feel his power and urgency moving within me.
But he takes his time. I decline a second glass of port and wait in fevered anticipation for
him to make his first move. He kisses the back of my hand and looks up at me. I think he
can see the desire spilling out of my eyes. He moves his lips up to the nape of my neck
and I shudder in delight as his soft lips brush against my skin. Then he cups my head in
his strong hands and kisses me, long and deep. I think I'm beginning to understand how
women in days of old used to faint clean away. His tongue is like a wicked serpent
tempting me to give myself up to his use and desire. My pussy is wet and I can't wait.
He undresses me slowly and kisses me once more before at last moving his tongue down
to my breasts. His hot tongue circles my little erotic warriors before he teases them with
his teeth. Then he licks and nibbles and sucks me into absolute ecstasy. I writhe around
on the bed as his hand slowly slips down my smooth, flat stomach. His long fingers tease
around my belly button while his tongue still pleasures my nipples. Then at last his
fingers slips onto my puffed up lips and he teases me apart.
I shiver as he kisses down my belly and then at last, oh what joy! he kisses my pussy lips
and tongues and nibbles me into a frenzy. I thrash around on the bed, begging and
pleading with him to penetrate me but he ignores my cries. He takes his time, eating me
like a delicate fruit that has to be savoured lest you never have another one. I pinch my
nipples now as he gently finger fucks me while gently teasing my clit. I need him so bad I
am almost in tears as I beg once more for him to enter me.
He strips quickly. I catch sight of a big, thick brown cock jutting out of a hairy crotch. He
spits onto his angry looking cockhead and rubs the spit into it. And then at last he enters
me with one thrust. Oh such ecstatic joy as that thick cock fills me completely. At last I
am made whole as he thrusts into and I grab a hold of his hips and urge him on. We are
two animals now, the thin veneer of sophistication long forgotten as we rut and fuck,
desperate to achieve orgasm.
Surprisingly I am the first one to reach there and I wail and moan as pleasure washes over
me. My nails rake down his back and I am shocked by the torrent of cuss words that
escape from my lips as I urge him on. His gentle moans suddenly explode into a horny
grunt as he blast off inside me. He shudders and whimpers before laying his head on my
breast and drifting off to sleep.
Helen
I am tired of being a good girl. I have nice house in a nice suburb, with a good
husband.