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The dildo.

Published: 10/05/2024 21:00

Author: kkkirk

Category: Fetishes

The Dildo One day the fetishes saw the fantasies, and real desires, that reveal themselves in the dreams. I'm a mature woman, and I like fetishes and fantasies, shared with my husband. This is one of them, and it made me want to share, so I had to tell it in the form of an erotic story, created and written with my husband, who is my alter ego as a writer of erotic stories. We always had a lot of freedom to tell stories that we lived, and I never had to hide my sexual experiences, even the most pungent and striking ones. And naturally the theme of "big" was always open between us, and I revealed my most striking experiences, one of which was the biggest I had ever experienced. I told that once, stimulated by comments from a friend, I went out with a guy who was known to be extra. At the motel, I saw that he was really big, fat and beautiful, but at the time I was afraid, because I thought that he could be expanded, and so I did not give myself completely, although I liked and enjoyed. Later, when I learned that that pure bullshit was fear, I assumed that if I was today I would have another attitude, I would have taken advantage of it, making my taste so much clearer with dick and mainly with my penis. But I could not imagine that my son would have felt so much pleasure in front of me, even if he was sucking my dick, and he had two fingers, and he was already three times, and after that, I saw that he was really big, fat and handsome, but at the time I was afraid, because I thought that I could not give myself completely, so much pleasure. One time, I was home alone, and I got excited, and I picked up a porn, and it was a wonderful dick, and one of the things that we always talked about was the pleasure and satisfaction that a woman feels when she takes off a man and reveals a beautiful dick, and she wants to suck it, and she feels enchanted and crazy about having that experience, and that's what I saw in the movie, and I masturbated, and I had four orgasms, and when my man came in, I told him what I had done, and that after the sex, I stopped because I wanted more, I wanted to be penetrated, and he said, "That's why you have to have a toy, it's part of the female imagination". Now the current moment. World Cup, Brazil game, my husband would have to work and would not watch the game with me. I told him that I would go to a bar with friends and ordinary friends, and with <unk>A<unk>, an old friend of his that I had just met, a handsome guy and very cool, intelligent, pleasant, and with a past of womanizing. My husband is not of the jealousy stuff, but he boy, because I was going to watch the game with another man and such. Resigned, he took my word that there was nothing and there would be nothing, and I saw him with jealousy adore me. Of course, nothing happened, nor weather, and the next day, talking to him, I told him that <unk>A<unk> should have a small penis, because this hand and his fingers were small, despite thick. To me, a man's hand reflected, and I unconsciously continued that conversation, and of course deducing that his face was large, and quoting my husband, he laughed and confirmed that it was a huge male fetish, and I never imagined that it was a female fetish, and he said that it was a male fetish. That night I had a very crazy dream that shocked me: I dreamed that I was eroticising a horse, and it was black! In the dream obviously I was horny and I woke up shocked by it. I shared it with my husband and I was intrigued. I looked for the meaning of the dream and I read that "dreaming about a horse, especially a black one, is a sign that you have repressed desires". I told it to <unk>K<unk>, and he provoked by saying that I do not really take on and explore my fantasies, and that I should really have repressed desires. And completed: something that I have, with me or not, such as anal sex, or the nostalgia for something experienced, or the desire that everyone has to relive a first encounter, excited by novelty, the power of the different. I could have looked for it in me, without having hidden it, and he would have come to accept anything that he wanted, and he would have thrown it out, and I told him that I had already lost it, and I showed it to him, and I told him that I had no interest. It was that! it was my fetish for a dildo, but a big one! <unk>K<unk> said that he liked my fetish very much and that he was full of desire to imagine me masturbating as he saw in camgirls, and that they reached multiple orgasms, and so on... and he stimulated me to see one of these scenes, and he brought out a beautiful camgirl, with a big, fat dildo, delighting in ecstasy, trembling with orgasms, and I loved to watch, remembering how many times I masturbated on the clitoris and wanted to choose more. So he said that he wanted us to go to a sex shop to buy a toy. He sent me a store catalog and pointed to a realistic penis with a circumference of five centimeters, suggesting that that would be my type. I noticed the unfocused type of the numbers, and we fucked each other, and I thought it was a good idea, and I went to the store, and if I saw another model, I would not be surprised, and I said, "I don't want to interfere with my own circumstances". <unk>K<unk> Our plan was to go to a motel the next day, and there we overheard each other talking about what was going to happen. Very curious and excited, and I was dying to feel my toy, and he asked me to show him what I had bought, and I said, turn around and only look when I ask, okay? I grabbed the dildo, and I was impressed with what I had in my hand. Excited and a little embarrassed, I went back to my fetish, and I started to rub that rolling booth in my driveway, and then I started to flirt. I told him, you can turn around, and he was crazy to see me like that, super excited and I was too, and he asked me, and he was like a camgirl, fulfilling a whore's desire and desire, wasn't that what I wanted? I was masturbating and playing with that feeling, and when I felt it on my little door and touching my clitoris, I was sure that was what I wanted. Then I had a lot of fun! <unk>k<unk> said safely: <unk>is this what you wanted, right? What a delight, a real woman. Enjoy my love, enjoy. <unk> and I had a lot of fun, then he sucked me into that thick, vibrating piece, driving me crazy. The desire and the fetish are there, but it hasn't happened yet, and I'll tell the rest of the story when I do, I promise.
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