There is This Guy and I kind of see him as unfinished business. I have found myself thinking about him quite a bit lately because, I kind of thought I would have all the time in the world to fuck him. It isn't like I didn't have the opportunity, fuck knows he asked me enough times. And it wasn't like I didn't fancy him, I fancied the absolute shit out of him, and he knew it.
No, it was that he had a Very Bad Reputation and for some stupid reason that I cannot for the fucking life of me fathom, I didn't want to be another notch on his belt. Plus, he is married and there was some ridiculous part of my brain that was bothered about that.
(If you are reading this, I am so sorry. I really should have got over myself and fucked the living shit out of you.)
There were other reasons too of course. I had zero self esteem. I had just got out of a very bad marriage with a man who got on his grumpy trike and took a turn round the block if my bisexuality was even mentioned, told me I was crap and boring in bed and that I would only embarrass myself if I went to bed with someone else and of course I believed him. I would say 'like a fucking idiot' but we've all been there haven't we? If it isn't a partner gaslighting us to stay, it is society and the patriarchy who are gaslighting us into feeling less than perfect so we spend, spend, spend on products we are good and sexy without.
So yeah, This Guy is hot for me, I am hot for him, I find out that he is an amazing kisser, and do I do anything about it? No.
Idiot. Fucking idiot.
I dream about him though. Fucking hell do I dream about him. Not in a romantic way of course, romance has absolutely nothing to do with this, but in a get your ass over here and let's fuck kind of way.
In my dream I was asleep and woke up to him standing next to the bed. I was wearing a corset under my pjs for some reason and he peeled off my bottoms and sunk himself into me. I was lying very still with my head turned to the side and there was SH sitting in a chair watching me while stroking his cock. This Guy had his face buried in my tits and was fucking me with long, slow strokes. Filling me up and stroking my clit with his big, throbbing cock.
In this dream, SH put his finger to his lips so I knew to be silent. But I couldn't. My breathing turned into low, quiet moans, ones that built up and up into the kind of orgasm that engulfed me. Quiet but intense, starting in my feet and working its way up. Then I was sitting up while This Guy lay on his back and slid me onto him and SH knelt behind me, reaching round and playing with my nipples.
I woke up then, cumming so hard that I thought for a moment I had peed the bed.
I hadn't, but I had woken up alone. SH was out and so I grabbed my wand, switched it on and held it to my clit. And came all over again. Harder and louder this time. I didn't care that my bedroom faces the street or that the bin men outside had suddenly gone very quiet. An audience just intensified things even more and this time I knew I was squirting and flooding rather than peeing.
When the orgasms finally subsided, I lay there in a pool of my own juices. I did contemplate just falling back to sleep in it, but I don't like waking up cold and I did actually need to pee.
Before this dream, if I fantasised about a MMF threesome it would be SH and the guy from the Our First Threesome post. Now it is SH and This Guy.
The moral of the story? If you want it and they do, then do it. I won't get to fuck This Guy now, so fuck yours for me. Fuck him hard. Then tell me about it.
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