Fetish Freak Fantasies

When my lover and I are fucking I surrender to it in total abandon, losing all control and allowing my lover to take the lead and see where it leads us. Usually it is in wild abandon and being taken to the edge and then beyond. Then there are those times when I just feel the need to take the initiative and take control. I will send him off for a long hot shower.

After he has had his shower I tell him to lay face down on the bed. I then strip and straddle his tense naked body and warming some oil in my hands begin to massage his neck and shoulders. Rubbing and kneading the knots. Applying pressure to each until I feel them loosen and disappear, feeling him relax subtly beneath me.

Continue reading "Another of My Favorite Things To Do" »

My name is Candy and I love sex. I love the feel of sex, the smell of sex, and most of all I love the taste of sex. My favorite way to experience all of this at the same time sexually is by giving a blowjob. Now I love going down on a man, it is my favorite way of all to experience the raw animal sex my body craves.

To have a man standing in front of me as I lower my hand to his groin and bring him alive in my hand as I look deeply into his eyes and see the lust and need there is just a huge turn on for me. In fact as I sit here writing this I can feel my juices flowing freely from me in just the anticipation of it.

Continue reading "One of My Favorite Things To Do" »

I had only a week left of summer camp. I had been going to this camp since I was eight. I loved that place, in fact I still do. There was so much to do the crafts, orienteering, the horses, the canoes, and boats. I really liked sitting around the campfire with my friends singing songs and telling jokes. I could spend my whole life doing this. Being only thirteen, I was feeling somewhat funny. I had been reading some of those romance novels, and my fantasies were turning to romantic heroes. I decided to go off by myself and just sit and look at the stars. It was a bright clear night but I had to get away from the glare of the camp lights to see them best. I would sometimes go down to the docks and sit on the end of a wharf looking up at the glowing constellations.

On this particular night it was just sunset as I sat down on the end of the dock. I took my sandals off and dangled my feet over the edge. Thy sky was ablaze with the darkness encroaching on the reds and purples of the coming night. As I sat there, I noticed one of the canoes gliding across the lake towards the dock. It was being piloted by the camp's dreamiest counselor, Chuck, the son of the camps owner. Father and son live in the big house down by the road.

Continue reading "Chuck the camp counselor" »