Confession #2

November 27, 2005 | Category: Confessions, Erotica, Sexblogs

Do you recall that cliché? The one about the husband who fantasises that he’s with another woman, other women, while he’s making love to his wife?

I have a confession to make. Something along those lines.

The difference is, my confession is a reverse on the original. If you see me close my eyes as you swing your thigh across mine, as you lower your sweet sex onto my hard cock, there’s a chance that I’m imagining that it’s me who’s the different person. I could be one of your bosses, or an underling, perhaps the na�ve, inexperienced office junior. Or a lawyer or a stockbroker that you met on a train or a plane, or just some guy in a dingy bar, one who caught your eye and your libido in equal measure. It doesn’t really matter who it is.

What matters is that it isn’t me.

Do you remember that story we read, years ago now? The one about the woman who took the train from London to Glasgow? How she ended up sharing a compartment with five guys, how their casual game of cards turned into something more lustful? How a few hands of strip poker left her naked and trembling amidst five aroused strangers?

How she surrendered to their lust?

How she gave herself to them?

That story always turned me on, from the first time I read it. My pleasure doubled when I learned to imagine that you were she, the woman in that stifling compartment. Naked, perspiring from the heat and your lust, your eyes irrevocably opened wide to the near-bottomless reservoir of your desire. Freeing yourself from all other thoughts to take one hard cock after another; in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt. Aroused beyond words, beyond sense, beyond convention. The orgasms, oh, the orgasms! Colliding, rolling over one another, tumultuous waves eagerly devouring you.

I know: I’m a rake. A licentious libertine. Who knows? I may even be a bad man for entertaining such deviant thoughts. Yet all I’m trying to do is to be honest, to express the paths the neurons in my brain sometimes fire in when I’m aroused.

Soixante-neufSo last weekend, when you lowered your sex onto my face, when you reached forward and grasped my prick, when you gasped aloud the first time my tongue raked across your wet, secret flesh, when you took me into your mouth as I fucked you with my tongue, when your muffled cries leaked out around my cock as I made you come - when all of that was happening, I was imagining that I was someone else. I didn’t define a new identity for myself. I simply wasn’t me.

And I wondered what it would be like to be the third wheel in the room, to be a passive voyeur. Watching you do those very same things with a stranger. Would I sit or stand? Be fully clothed or completely naked? Watch from a distance or be within an arm’s reach of you? All I know with any degree of certainty is that I’d watch hawkishly, listen keenly for every single sound.

And you? How would you react? Would you be just as aroused by the sensations of this stranger’s tongue slowly working over your labia, your clitoris? Would you be just as eager to taste his flesh, to paint his cock with your tongue, to take him deep inside your mouth? Would you writhe against his lips when you came? Would you suck him until he exploded across your tongue, or drag him on top of you, desperate to feel his aching hardness thrusting its way inside you? And all with your husband’s eyes upon you?

Would you be as aroused as I was, thinking about it as we pleasured ourselves last weekend? As aroused as I am now, writing this for you to read?

Here endeth the confession.


 
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5 Comments

  1. suze on November 27th, 2005
    1

    Well EA, I have been patiently waiting for this post.

    As usual it doesn’t disappoint and again you have written about one of my fantasies. Having several men waiting to take me, to give me endless pleasure. Oh, I better calm down. :D

    Apologies for keeping you waiting, Suze - but it’s lovely to have been missed. I’m also delighted to have been able to offer you a pleasurable glimpse of one of your own fantasies. And please - don’t be in too much of a rush to calm down…

    ~EA

  2. Rosie on November 27th, 2005
    2

    So what DID she think of this? One more tantalizing piece of what you two have together.
    And the picture is wonderful.

    Thank you, Rosie. As to MW’s thoughts - I’ll let you know once she’s read the post. Actually, I’d love for her to add her own thoughts at Easily Aroused. Perhaps this might be an opening…

    ~EA

  3. MrManicDepressive on November 28th, 2005
    3

    You have that fantasy too?! I usually fantasize myself as my wife’s boss or perhaps the appliance repair dude or maybe even the local grocer. Very nice indeed!

    I think there are a good many people out there enjoying the same type of fantasy, Mr MD…

    ~EA

  4. The Girl on November 28th, 2005
    4

    I very much relate to this post: I too have fantasised about what it would be like if I were not ‘me’ - and someone else instead.

    Like you, it’s related to wanting to see my partner (if I had one) enjoy someone else - a fantastic thought…

    Great writing EA; I always enjoy reading you - fantastic stuff.

    As ever, madmoiselle is exceedingly generous. But thank you all the same, TG - I’m pleased you enjoyed the post…

    ~EA

  5. chelsea girl on November 30th, 2005
    5

    It’s one of the amazing meeting of the grey matter and the naughty bits that both I and my lover share this fantasy.

    Thank you for articulating it so deliciously.

    You’re very welcome, CG…

    ~EA

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