My Lesbian Fantasy Story For Masturbation 16
Having this fantasy has occurred to me several times, both while I’m with a guy and when I’m alone masturbating. Because I felt so hot and hungry afterward, I couldn’t wait to get home to Ted the first time I had it. I believe I was really in a steam bath when I first had it. I’ve kept it a secret from him.
None of this is because I’m embarrassed of it; I have no actual desire for another woman and would certainly flee in terror if one came up to me “in that manner. When we’re screwing, I just don’t tell him about it since thinking about it brings me such enormous pleasure when we’re screwing…and I’d hate to risk losing that pleasure by disclosing the truth. Basically, here’s what you do:
No one is using the steam bath. At the time, I’m still covered in the gym’s provided towel, so I’m not aware of it. With so much steam in the air, I can barely make my way to one of the tiled chairs, where I take a seat, with my feet up and my knees embracing the floor.
The moment my body starts to perspire and my eyes grow acclimated to the steam, I understand that I’m alone. I begin to fondle myself, to softly massage myself with my finger, seeking within myself for the warm syrup that always starts to flow when I, or anybody else, touches me in that part of the body.
My body does not need the moisture from inside since the perspiration and steam are dripping down my legs and into my pubic hairs, soaking the whole region. I haven’t heard the door to the steam bath open at all this evening.
My eyes had been closed, my thoughts consumed by the mounting thrill, and it is only when I hear a noise and glance up that I discover there is another body on the tiled slab opposite that I understand there is someone else with me. The thought of that makes me shudder.
Did she see what I was doing to myself, God forbid? I cannot move because I am too terrified, so I close my eyes and pretend that I am drowsy. A towel is pulled up so high that it practically covers my face as I lay down on the slab, full length.
I’m sleeping, or at least that’s what I pretend to be at this moment. It doesn’t take long for a hand to be placed on my thigh and gently moved up it. With my breath buried behind a towel, I exhale.
Excitement and apprehension cause the hairs on my legs to stand on end.
Is it better for me to go?
My Fantasy Story For Masturbation 16
In spite of this, I stay inactive since the towel shields me and conceals me. It is her responsibility to deal with the issue of someone else entering and discovering us. Her hands are now on both of my thighs, softly massaging them, her fingers climbing further and higher up my thighs till they gently separate my legs from the rest of her.
I wait for her to open her lips, and she does so for an interminable number of seconds before she leaves me like that. The kissing of my lips, hidden behind the towel, now begs to be continued – please, please don’t stop, kiss me, kiss the towel! It seems to grow, to spread toward her, seeking for her lips, as her fingers separate me, exposing my clitoris to the intense heat of her hands…
Her lips are on mine suddenly, gently, delicately, her tongue warm on my skin, stroking against me. I can’t help but ponder what will happen now if we are found, but I have no option but to think about what may happen. It is I who belong to her. But those fingers, that lips, I can’t take them out of my head! Her hands and her lips are the only parts of her that I can feel save for the perspiration that drips down my cheeks and the steam that swirls all around me.
Aside from that, she has no shape or appearance. I can feel the syrup flowing out of me now, as she sucks it down, her saliva, her perspiration, and my sweat all blending together in my cunt. As soon as her tongue touches me, she licks me all the way up to my clitoris, but stops on it and stays there for a long time; then she moves her tongue in small circles all around it, teasing but always returning; and as soon as her lips touch me, she kisses me again and again until my lips are swollen with saliva.
With the heat and my own enthusiasm, I’m frightened I’m going to pass out or scream out loud, which would be embarrassing. I clench my teeth on the towel, rising my buttocks abruptly so that her whole tongue is in my cunt as I come around the bend.
molly
My sexuality has never been explored, although I have numerous dreams of becoming a lesbian. If I am having sexual relations with my male buddy, I often daydream about my closest friend. Our relationship is really tight even though we are not lesbians (she is twenty six, I am nineteen). Anyhow, the imagining begins as soon as my guy buddy begins kissing me on the mouth.
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Assume the identity of the person who has called you. It’s her lips on mine that kissed me. With all of my heart and soul Then she climbs up on top of me and starts licking my breasts and softly biting my nipples with her teeth.
Afterwards, while still in her arms, I kiss her nipples and begin sucking them. She expresses her feelings for me and expresses her desire for me to feel the same way for her as she does for herself. ‘Yes,’ I say to her. Her lips touch mine one again, and then she kisses me. With much assistance from me, she carefully kisses my breasts all over before spreading my legs apart even more slowly. It’s not long until she reaches my clitoris and licks them.
She is aware that she is licking a very sensitive area of my body, and she does it with great care. A lot of people have commented on how gentle her tongue is. Once my legs are wide, she slips her buttocks between my legs and kisses me on the lips.
Now that we’ve both licked our clits, she softly massages them together until we’re both in a state of orgasmic bliss. My boyfriend is making love to me as I’m thinking about it, and I’m having a series of orgasms as a result.
Sometimes I imagine that my boyfriend is having sexual relations with me while I am lying in her arms and she kisses my breasts, which is a fantasy I have. The two of them are hard at work on me, and I’ll be there soon enough.
So, as you can see, lesbian fantasies play a significant role in my love life. Perhaps, despite the fact that I have never shown any lesbian attractions, I am bisexual. Who knows what the future holds for us. For the time being, that is the only explanation I have come up with for why I have these fantasies.
The lesbian fantasy is not the only one that I have. In addition to masturbating regularly, I also imagine while doing so. What comes to mind is an extremely attractive young guy with a stunning physique. In front of me, he has a massive throbbing penis that is approximately six feet away from me.
The man has me tied to the edge of my bed, and I beg him to make love to me – but he refuses to do so. He doesn’t do anything except stand there with his massive enlargement. Due to the fact that all of my limbs are roped together, I am unable to approach him. Over time, he gets closer and closer to me, until he is directly beside me. Then he stands on the bed above my head, one leg on each side of my face, and gently squats until “it” can be touched with the tip of my tongue, then he gets up and leaves.
Nevertheless, he will not allow me to swallow it. In spite of his still-squatted position, he gently steps back up and rubs his penis across my enormous breasts, as my nipples raise firm and proud. In the next several minutes, he rubs his penis against my inner thighs and ultimately against my clitoris. Last but not least, we have sexual relations. The orgasm has already begun at that time.
My favorite fantasy is to see myself as the center of attention during a sexual encounter with others. Women are kissing me and toying with my breasts as the guys alternate between having sexual relations with me. Everyone is gushing over me with affection, and I am overflowing with affection for them.
Clara
In this year, I will be nineteen years old, working as a receptionist, and planning my wedding.
In our relationship, my fiancée and I do not engage in sexual activity. For the last three years, we’ve been going out. We do, however, have oral sex on a regular basis, and we are looking forward to having a very pleasant and diverse sex life together in the next years.
My mind wanders to someone else (who is not a familiar face) during sex, particularly if I am having difficulty reaching orgasm. I find it very stimulating to think about another lady, and this typically “does the work.” My usual scenario is to create up scenarios, such as strip clubs (either watching or performing); slave girl (!) ; or anything else in which I am 201 compelled to remove my clothing and have sexual contact with another person. When there is just one other woman there, I assume that there are two women and a male present at other times.
Feminine nudity or images (I usually read sexual literature before masturbating, to give myself ideas!) elicit strong feelings in me, and this is something that crops up in my thoughts without fail. In my dreams, the ladies are not my pals; instead, I see an image of a woman’s faceless body. The thought of really touching her makes me uncomfortable. I just adore the notion of a nude body in my mind’s imagination.
She is touching me, and that is what I like to think of her doing.
When I was a little girl, around the age of eight, I remember always bullying my best friend into playing games where we had to pretend to take off our clothes and the “wicked man” would force us to walk down the street, or into the inevitable school situations where we would force each other to do something.
As a child, I fantasized of being a stripper…and there may have been some type of personal touch with my female buddy, but I can’t recall it at this point. Nonetheless, I had some hot fantasies, such as wishing for a second female to dry me off after bathing or being coerced into taking my clothing off in different ways.
I’m curious in how many women (and what proportion) identify as bisexual, as opposed to how many males do so. I may picture myself to be, but after reading over my letter, I have a sneaking suspicion that my seeming interest in women is only objective and a kind of additional stimulation for myself.
The fact that I have lesbian fantasies has neither enraged or enraged my fiancée, who is neither envious nor upset. We have frequent meetings to discuss them. Despite the fact that he does not daydream about himself, he knows well why I do. Actually, he finds it to be rather normal. We have excellent sexual chemistry and understanding, and I only wish that every couple on the face of the planet felt the same way about their partner as we do about ourselves.
