Let me start us off - what’s one of your fantasy that you want to live one day?
There are certain fantasies people rarely admit out loud. Not because they’re dangerous, but because they feel deeply personal, almost impossible to explain without being misunderstood. Sometimes it’s less about the act itself and more about the feeling behind it, the craving to be desired with complete focus, to have every thought stripped away until all that’s left is raw vulnerability and surrender.
I am talking about the kind of thought that catches you off guard. The kind that makes you stop for a second and wonder why your brain even went there. That constant tug of war between curiosity and guilt, between knowing something feels wrong and still being unable to look away from it. The mind has a strange way of justifying the parts of ourselves we never planned to admit existed and if you still can’t figure out, I am talking about CNC (I actually prefer the original unfiltered term), I am talking about i n c e s t (not with in-law relations, or cousins, but the actual ones), or to some extent, a mix of both. Am I guilty? Yes!! Does my mind find satisfaction, the arousal, the high? Absolutely yes!!
It is surprising how many women have thoughts like this but keep them to themselves. The silence makes it seem like they are the only ones, when that is rarely true. Some desires stay hidden because they feel too real, and maybe that is exactly what makes them so powerful. Sometimes the things we never say out loud are the ones we think about the most.
I know this isn’t everyone’s thing, and that’s exactly the point.
A lot of people jump straight into the usual fantasies. BDSM, degradation, threesomes, gangbangs. They can be hot, sure, but they almost always feel rehearsed. Like everyone is reading from the same script. You already know what’s coming next, and that kills the conversation before it even begins.
What actually keeps me burning? when the mind wanders somewhere unexpected. The kind of thought that catches you off guard. The kind that makes you stop for a second and wonder why your brain even went there. That constant tug of war between curiosity and guilt, between knowing something feels wrong and still being unable to look away from it. The mind has a strange way of justifying the parts of ourselves we never planned to admit existed and if you still can’t figure out, I am talking about CNC (I actually prefer the original unfiltered term), I am talking about incest (not with in-law relations, or cousins, but the actual ones), or to some extent, a mix of both. Am I guilty? Yes!! Does my mind find satisfaction, the arousal, the high? Absolutely yes!!
That’s the part I find fascinating. Not because it’s comfortable, but because it’s honest. We all have thoughts we’d never say out loud. The ones that make you question yourself before pulling you back in anyway.
Maybe that’s why the conversations worth having are never the safe ones. They’re the ones that surprise you, challenge you, and leave you wondering what they say about the person on the other side.
Always fun to meet new couples who are ready to explore
P.S. the picture was clicked with consent, everyone participating was safe and no i won't share the details
I was fortunate to have ability to move about so made the most of free time exploring a lot of our bucket list items, and got creative with the freedom we had at home, haha.
I like to try everything once, to have an informed opinion - and if that means I need to go out of the box and explored uncharted areas - I will do it with someone I trust.
How about you?
You know what I mean… hehe..
Weekend gossip session can sometimes serve as good bed time stories. :)
My bed creaks when there is more than one person in it.. 😅 both my bed and I are recovering…
How was your weekend and who’s already feeling like this before work?
So it was a Sunday night. I’d already committed myself to bed, to be honest. But was mindlessly scrolling Reddit, when suddenly, a notification popped up. I opened it. It's a response to a post I'd made a while ago (since deleted), about potentially eating a girl out near Noida. The reply was clearly from a throwaway account. But it said, "I'm around Noida often, and have my own place. Thought I'd reach out." And I got an instant hard-on. Not every day you get a response to a horny post online. We started talking. And vibing. Moved to another platform. Turned out, she lived 10 min away from me. Told her as much.
We continued talking for a few hours. She was cool. Responding quickly. Flirtatious. The dream. I tried to charm it up as best as I could 😛. Then I took the plunge. Asked her, "What is she up to now?” In response, she sent me a pic of her alone, with her legs visible, in what looked like a studio space. It was a clear sign. So I confirmed, "Are you alone?"
"Yes," she responded.
Had to take the risk.
"Can I come over?"
"Yes," again.
By this point, my heart was pounding because:
(a) It was 1 AM Monday morning.
(b) This was turning out to be too good to be true. What if this was some random
scammer?
But I was in too deep at this point. I was thinking from my groin, and my groin alone.
We both were. I asked for her location, which she promptly sent me. I pulled out the
car, kept some condoms with me, and bounced. Thinking all the while, this
horniness would get me killed some day. I reached the location she's sent me. But
her house (as she'd described it) was nowhere to be found. So I drove around the
neighbourhood a little more.
She's trying to guide me over the phone, but no luck. She sent me a new location,
which was a little further away from the old one. So I was getting a little suspicious at that point.
And also, there was a car following me? Or so it seemed. So I drove
around in circles till that car vanished, and I took a sigh of relief. A few
minutes later, I found the place. I parked the car and cautiously stepped out. She was
waiting at the gate. In a skirt. Curly hair. Tube top. Looking hot as ALL hell. Now
I was feeling a little more vindicated in my decision-making process 😉
She took me in. It's an interior design studio, on the ground floor while her parents lived on the first. She'd put a mattress on the floor. As soon as I enter, she closed the door behind me, jumped on me, and we started making out. I didn't get any chance to take in my surroundings, but oh well. Wasn't really there for the surroundings :p. We get to the mattress. I,
politely, pushed her down. She had these massive tits, which I pull out and start sucking on. She’s curvy in all the right places. Incredible tits, incredible ass. Fantastic lips.
We’re making out wildly. My hands running all over her. Her hands running all
over me. I was throbbing at this point. I put my hands up her skirt, and felt her
sopping wet in her underwear. She smelled sooo fucking good. I pulled her panties
down and go down on her. Circling her clit with my tongue. But she pulled me up.
"I want to feel your dick first."
I, obviously, had no issues with that ;). I pulled down my pants, rub her pussy a
little more, play with her nipples a little more, kiss her a little more. And entered
her warm, soft, tight-as-fuck pussy. And started stroking. Instantly realised I
didn't have a condom on. I pulled out to wear it, and she pulled me back in.
"I hope your pullout game is good," she asked.
"The best," I responded.
Neither of us could really hold back, or think about anything other than
missionary, tbh. We were both so “bricked” up. She felt incredible. I’d already
masturbated that morning (if only I’d known what the future held), so I was not
proud of my dick-game that day. But she felt too good. I came all over her
thighs and cute little tummy. So I had to “make up” for it. I went down on her.
She was clean down there. Tasted sweet, and slightly salty. Like good clean
pussy. My favourite. I started flicking her clit with my tongue. She whispered, “Put
your fingers in me.” I obliged. I could feel her thighs tightening against my head. I
kept going. "Harder," she asked. I obliged again.
I could feel her body writhing. Hear her moan. It motivated me to keep going,
even though my tongue and forearm were both cramping. I kept going. Soon,
she was cumming all over my tongue. I kept going for a few more seconds. Overstimulation is one of my favourite things. Until she pulled away.
She had a satisfied look on her face. We both lay next to each other, drank some water,
and talked for another hour or so. Fun, flirty conversation still. By the time it was
3 AM, I started heading back. Dressed up. Cleaned up. Gave each other some more
kisses, complimented each other's skills, and said our goodbyes.
I drove away, more than alive. Listening to music.
I believe in slow and steady warming up till one cannot resist the urge - a day / week long teasing to build the tension, anticipation and then 15-20 mins of touch and embrace when together. And I believe in good after care because they deserve it!
I have this dream of letting the passion go free and wild in front of a waterfall at the end of the hike.
Some like it spicy, some like it sweet. Some like it sultry, some like it intense - what’s the one you go for? Passionate or Rough?
As for me, I will choose slow, sensual, sultry teasing that let me savor and enjoy her gasps, twitch and squirms. You know warming up the motor before you drive.
Do not mistake I have kinks and fetishes all over the place, but this is my default instinct - savor the time, savor the emotions, savor the body.
What riles you up? What’s your favorite thing to do during a foreplay? What gets you going?
A little whisper in my ear with needy words and soft moans riles me up, brings out the passion for the night.
Yo, especially the ladies,
Real talk: I’m obsessed with boobs. Always been that way. The feel, the look, everything. Tits are my weakness.
Wanted to ask you something , how do you girls see guys who are proper boob lovers? You enjoy it when he’s all over them, sucking and playing nonstop? Or does it get old? Tell me what feels best if you’re comfortable.
Curious af.
