She is my Queen. I cum for her. The stuff with her is fiction. But, I came hard over it.
A woman has been the center of all of my thoughts the past few weeks. It got to the point where I didn't even touch myself during that time. But, last night, I had to fantisize what it could have been, or what it might become.
Once I got ready, I started stroking myself. My mind went to her, and I knew what I had to do. This queen had to be pleased over and over again before I could cum. By this time, I felt a dull ache building in my groin. In my mind, I was kissing over every inch of my queen's body. She was close. Each time she came, I would advance what I did. Rubbing pussy lips, rubbing the clit, fingering, clit licking, and burying my face into her. Each time I fantisized her cumming, my orgasm was growing. I would stop, alternate, anything to make this last. My queen would scream louder each time she orgasmed. Then, she would grab my head and say, 'Okay my man, you are worthy. I want you now!'
Now, I was at the point where I was going to cum soon. My mind filled with visions of me and her as it should be. And, as we came together holding each other tightly, I came hard. I was calling out her name as my body quivered and I was shooting out loads of cum. My body felt as if it were on fire. I calmed down and thanked my queen for that wonderful fantasy. My only hope is that she felt it too. I'll be waiting for you my queen.