Okay, confessor x, I must admit you have me thinking about your thick cock.
I was once bowling with some friends and an old high school friend was there. Apparently he had to have a special ball drilled to fit his hand because his thumb was so thick.
And so my private, closet fantasies about this friend began.
His thumb was easily as wide as both my thumbs put together. It was long, but not overly so, but it's greatest characteristic was its fleshy wide-ness. Suffice to say that night I went home and used my vibrator to fantasize about what that wide thumb would do to my clit and my g-spot.
Many a night was spent fantasizing about him and getting off to thoughts of him, his thumb and what might be in store underneath those just-tight-enough-to-tell jeans. From what I could see, I knew I wouldn't be the least bit disappointed.
Perhaps I should have moved beyond fantasy with this friend to reality, but we live some hours apart and have no intention of moving to each other's city. While a down and dirty fuck with him would no doubt be enjoyable, I don't want to ruin what we have now -- a fun, flirtatious friendship that inspires me to get off every time I see him.
Just like today ...
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2 comments:
Friends are fun to fantasize about...there is an old HS classmate of my younger brother that I often wish I could have had a sexual encounter with...those thoughts fill my void from time to time
confessor x: yes, fantasy is so important, if for nothing else than to fill a void.
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