I know every time he is coming to town that my entire Saturday will be spent with him. My pink pussy is always wet all day Friday thinking about all the new sex toys he will have for me. It is almost as if he buys one of every thing in the store so that he can watch me use them while he walks around the bed snapping pictures. Lights are set up around the room just like a professional shoot and he adjusts the lighting several times to get different shadows and stuff. He is a very wealthy business man from China whose wife refuses to give him the one thing he loves most and that is to watch a woman pleasure herself. He never wants to actually have sex until the entire day is done, the shoot is over, we have used every toy he has purchased. Then he takes me in the bathroom and gives me a bubble bath, running his hands gingerly over every inch of my body before drying me off with a big, soft fluffy towel. He leaves the bathroom so that I can dress then takes me to a very expensive restaurant for dinner. Only after champagne and dinner does he take me back to the hotel to have sex before sending me home with all of the toys we have used that day and a healthy tip. I have never seen the actual pictures nor have I ever asked him what he does with them. I don’t know if he keeps them or if he sells them to other wealthy business men back home whose wives have the same aversion, or if he even develops the film at all.
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Sensual Phone Sex Anabelle
When I caught the plane to come and see you I never realized how busy your life was. You stood there looking at me with those brown eyes and telling me how much you were looking forward to seeing me. I was happy to be met by your warm embrace and see the imprint of your hands that had touched my soul so long ago. Your heart was close to mine and caressed my inner spirit every time we talked on the phone. You enjoyed video games so I tried my best in my career to please you with the new avatars I created. One late night over a phone sex, conversation you told me that you wanted to bend me over and shove that stuffing of your pecker right deep in my hole. You wanted me to have the nectar, cream down your leg and then taste it from your finger-tips it was the most glorious thing in the world.
I was happy to oblige you and I wanted every bit of you in my tiny little muffin ass hole. I wanted that link stuffed sausage, way deep inside me giving me a new life from within. It was all so crazy the moment the timing were just making me wild about you. I was thinking of that when I came home today and turned the key that the phone would ring .You would be at the other end and I would say “Hello this is Annabelle I have been waiting for your call.” I love being your gfe girlfriend and practicing my lips to kiss and suck every bit of your body. The rest is for you just waiting at the other end.
Not the Quiet Christian Girl
I had the routine boyfriend that followed a schedule as follows: work from 9-5, workout at 7, and be in bed by 11. It was becoming so routine I didn’t even have to use an alarm clock to the times anymore. I ached for something different and yet here I was stuck in the boring life with a Christian man who dared not leap to a devilish side. I was bored shitless! I dreamed of a guy who would be open enough to try the bizarre and just let me be myself but, that was not happening with my boyfriend. Stuck in a rut is what he wanted and how he wanted to stay. Voluntarily, each day for work after he left I would sneak into the kitchen and put grapes in my ass and pussy letting the warm juice flick down my legs dreaming of the guy that would come and cream pie me.
My fantasy that’s not too hard to tell… I wanted a guy to fuck me so hard that his cum was inside me sending me to an oasis that one could only dream about. Impregnating me and filling me with warm man seed. Getting that from my boyfriend was going to be hard work because he had a vasectomy when we first met and vowed never to have little ones. But oh the fantasy was getting me hotter each day until I could barely control myself of thoughts of a young viral man throwing me across the bed and putting my legs around his head, and entering my tight little wet pussy with such brutal force that the blood ran down my inner thighs from him stretching me so wide.
There is nothing wrong with a fantasy right? A strong muscled cock entering a much tighter positioned hole that wanted to be fucked and impregnated. That’s what I wanted and yet here I was with the stickiness of today’s finger massage in my love hole and no one to help me with my thoughts. Isn’t that too bad?