Sometimes, I find myself with very specific cravings.
I’ve always had a sort of “core fantasy” – that of an endless sea of women, gratifying me orally, and allowing me to gratify them orally. But from time to time, I find myself having a very specific other craving. Nearly ten years ago, I had my most memorable version of this, when I found myself simply needing to have sex with a pale redhead.
Generally, I’m hungry to have my cock sucked – and to have it sucked by a woman who allows me to dress her and to put her through one of my very few scripts. (Read about my dates with V or Isabel for representative samples of these.)
Lately, though, I’ve been wanting to bury my head between the thighs of a new woman (or three). I’m not averse to having my cock sucked (what red-blooded straight cis man is?), but that’s not the fantasy. The fantasy is all about thighs – meaty thighs, please, in this fantasy – open for me as I dive in, lapping and licking my way to (her) oblivion, collecting orgasm after orgasm.
This is what I’m craving. The clock’s ticking….
You’re right. The clock cannot be stopped.
Fantasy is good. This is what determines our path.