I’ve used a dildo before, but this time I fantasized that it was real. A real penis of flesh and blood.
I wanted to touch it. To hold its weight in my hand. To play with its skin.
I imagine a scene for myself.
When I try to picture the body of the penis’ owner my thoughts don’t fully crystallize, just loose thoughts of muscle and skin.
I’m fixated on the groin. On the shape of this penis. It’s beautiful. It’s majestic and grand.
My mouth waters at the sight of it. I want it.
I’m nervous.
I visualize I’m kneeled down. I tremble before him, offer myself to him, ready to obey his every command.
I want to be owned by him, to be embraced by him, to feel him inside of me.
I want him to listen when I tell him to take it slow. I want him to ravish me when I let him.