What do you fantasize about when fucking?

I don’t. While I’m ‘there’ in the heat of lust I’m not thinking about someone else or doing something else I’m focused on my body, their body. Scent is a huge turn on, the raw man smell, skin, sweat. I’m immersed in the sensations of fucking. A sensation slut in the purest of form. I’m listening to their moans, their voice, my own noises. The electricity, the heat. I don’t want to take myself away from the moment thinking about another person or somewhere else, for me it would take away from the experience. I want to ‘feel’.

Do I fantasize? Yes. This is where my muse sleeps until I rouse him.

Randomly, during the day, on the train, at home, anywhere. It appears in the back of my mind and forms a scene and my mind will run wild. Normally creating a heat deep below. An urgency that needs sating. I won’t always succumb to it, instead relishing the sensations that coarse through my body, that exquisite sense of need and I deny it. Words always turn me on. I love it when my muse appears and words carry me off into the unknown and my fingers flow. Slow, languid pleasure, drowning in sensation is what turns me on. Pain, tormenting my mind, teasing me. I enjoy the ride. Even more when it’s not me in control. I fantasize about being taken roughly, the urgency when my body is pressed against another and teeth graze my skin. Tearing off clothes, pushing me against a wall and doing what you please. And even if I fight you off, taking whats yours. I fantasize about being bound, unable to move, unable to do anything but be an available whore for your taking. Whispers in my ear in that husky yet calm voice. I fantasize about my sadist, my muse that comes to me at odd hours and beckons me down into the dark. That’s what gets me off. My muse and I are one, the need for him is an addiction. He helps me sleep at night and when the nightscapes come he is there waiting to take my hand and wander into the dark, to grant my wishes. When he demands my attention I write.

With him I am not lonely. With him I find peace. He keeps me company as long as I need him.