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My Fantasy

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What I think about many times when I masturbate


I don't think I am a lesbian, but it seems like every time I start to masturbate, my mind goes back to my favorite fantasy.

I'm sitting in a bar alone, looking around at the people sitting around me when she walks through the door. Immediately our eyes meet and she struts over to me. I ask her to join me and she accepts. She is middle aged, but she looks fantastic; long black hair, silk shirt, tight jeans and shiny black pumps. She gets a drink and we talk for a while, but we both know there is something more there. I can tell by her body language that she is in need of some contact. I invite her back to my place and in minutes we are behind the locked door.

I lead her to my bedroom and tell her to get comfortable while I pour us some wine. I come back and she is laying on my bed, Shirt unbuttoned and barefoot. Her toes match her fingers, polished bright red like candy. She is not wearing a bra and her breasts are in full view. Not too big, not too small, simply tight and perfect. I kick off my shoes and slowly slide into bed with her. We don't say a word, we just sip our wine cuddled up while rubbing our naked feet together. When our wine is gone, We slowly undress each other until our nude bodies are pressed together, kissing and sucking each others' lips. I feel her hand on my clit and I shudder at the feelings. She lays me down and slides a finger inside me, making me squeeze the sheets and arch my back. She sucks on my nipple while working my vagina, making me gasp and squirt on her hand. She smiles and licks her finger, then puts it to my mouth offering me the rest. I had never tasted myself before, but I cannot say no to her. I suck the rest of the juices off, savoring the flavor from my body. She kisses me long and slow until it's time to return the favor, rolling her over and going to work on her hairless vagina. I stare into her eyes as I see the orgasm building. When it happens she doesn't lose control, her eyes close and she runs her hands through my hair as her vagina pulses around my fingers.

We spend the rest of the night taking turns with each other, touching and scissoring. The sun starts coming up before we have finally satisfied each other, and I pull the sheets over us, spooning her tight and falling asleep as I kiss her shoulder. I wake up some time later and she is gone. The only signs she was there was her phone number on my dresser and her panties which she left on my bed. I smell them and start to masturbate again while taking in her aroma.


By now I have usually cum twice while playing this out in my head, but this time I held out and I am absolutely soaked. Time to strip naked and rub myself to a couple of mind-blowing orgasms.



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