Heather, just as I hung up I realized that my previous response was
selfish. I onl concentrated on what would make me happy. But what you
want is what’ll make you happy. OK!! Here is my fantasy:

I’d take you into the bedroom where the lights are off and only two
candles illuminate the scene. Gently I’d slip your robe from your
shoulders, letting my lips caress your bare neck and shoulders as I
slip the straps down your arms, leaving you naked from the waist up.
Gently I reach for your nipples and touch just the end with my
fingertip, brushing the surface so lightly that you have to look down
to make sure you’re being stroked.

Kneeling behind you, I slip your gown to the floor, helping you raise
your legs so you can step out of it. Pressing gently, I force you to
bend over so your hands are on the bed as I let my tongue, moistened
with desire, slide gently down the crack of your ass, poking gently and
wetly at your anus. I feel you moan as you spread your legs farther
apart to give me access to the moist warm treasure between your legs.
Delicately I flick my tongue into the vaginal cavity, letting you feel
me trying to fuck you with it as I taste the first of many floods of
fluid gushing from your pussy.

I gently push you up on the bed and tie your hands to the bedposts
using velvet ropes, so soft that they caress rather than bind, yet so
strong that you can’t escape their confinement. I place a spreader bar
between your thighs, tying it with more velvet ropes, and I gently
caress the indentations it causes in your firm thighs.

Kissing you gently, I place the blindfold over your eyes, shutting out
all visual stimulation and insuring that you can only respond to my
actions.

I get a warm washcloth and pot of water, using the warmth to soften
your pussy hairs so I can shave you cleanly. You gasp as you feel the
coldness of the razor against your warm pussy, and you struggle sightly
as you realize what I am doing. You will look like a little girl
again, and you aren’t sure you want to revert to your childhood. As
you realize that struggling is futile, you relax, letting me complete
the task of stripping bare your treasure.

I clean you using the washcloth, and you moan as you feel the rough
cloth rubbing on your inner lips, now so engorged with lust that they
protrude at least an inch, open and moistened with the pussy cream
oozing from your cunt. I lean over and flick your clit with my tongue,
and your hips raise off the bed, searching for more stimulation.
I leave the room, leaving you in a state of excitement that builds as
you strain to listen for my return. Several times you think you feel
something on your body, caressing its sensitive surface, but its only
the air currents stroking you as a lover would.

I return. You feel something cold on your nipple and then you feel
furry things with sandpaper tongues licking your nubbins. I have
dripped thick whipping cream on your tits and have released a litter
of kittens to clean you up. Your body squirms as you try to discover
what I have done to you. Alternately you feel sharp claws digging in
as you try to dislodge the kittens on your chest, and you feel the
superb tickling as their tiny tongues worry your nipples until you
think they’ll burst.

You feel the kittens moving down your defensless body as I drip cream
on your stomach and down to the hidden treasures between your spread
legs. I don’t let the cream enter your pussy until I hear your
groaning and cussing, begging for release.

I let just one drop enter your pussy, and several of the kittens begin
to compete for it, their bodies and tongues washing all over your pussy
lips. I have a dollop of cream that has been stiffly whipped, and I
gently put it directly on your clit. All the kittens attack your clit
at once and you scream as the sensations drive you to a massive orgasm,
the cream flowing from your vagina and creating another fountain for
the kittens. As you feel the tongues in your cunt, you spasm again and
again, until you are completely exhausted, your limbs dropping to the
bed as your chest heaves as if you have just run a race.

I leave the room. You doze as the exhaustion overtakes you. When you
awaken, I am sitting beside you, but you don’t know it.

Guess what I am going to do to you now??

That’ll have to wait for later.

Good morning, Heather. Looks like I’m going to be the first to reply
to your suggestion that we get really personal here. I’ll start.
I’m 50 years old, 6′4″, weigh 185 (about 10 pounds too much), have
light blue eyes and a full head of silver hair. I’m a college graduate
and have a Master’s degree in business. As far as the personal stuff:
I am a BBS junkie. I love to communicate with other adults on a
personal basis, that’s why I have written so many erotic stories, (all
of which are posted on this board first). Some of my stories have been
concocted completely from my imagination, some were situations in which
I should have acted as the characters in the story did (even though I
didn’t react that way at the time), and some are the whole, unvarnished
truth with the only embelishments being the use of highly erotic words
to try to convey to the reader the sensuality of the real situation.

I love oral sex. I love to use my tongue to caress the sensitive parts
of a woman’s body. I love to feel her nipple harden as I suck it
gently, my saliva causing it to shine as I pull it gently with my lips
as my tongue flicks back and forth over its surface. I love to turn
her on her stomach and, starting with the ears and neck, slowly let my
lips wander down to the small of her back, the touches so gently
applied that she isn’t sure if I am really there. I love to kiss her
ass, to let my tongue and teeth alternate in gently licking and sharply
nibbling, the combination of pain/pleasure heightening her arrousal. I
like to let my tongue wander down her crack, flicking at her anus and
dancing down to the soft folds of her cunt, lapping at the sweetness I
find oozing from her pussy. I let my tongue and lips caress the backs
of her legs, paying especial attention to the backs of her knees and
her ankles/toes, sucking the digits as my saliva makes them slippery so
that, when I turn her on her back, she can use them to caress my cock
while we kiss, our lips and tongues dueling for supremacy.

Finally, after she is completely arroused, I let my lips wander down to
the most plesant spot where her inner lips, now engorged with lust,
poke pinkly from the darkness of her bush. I capture each lip in turn,
suckling on it as I slide my mouth back and forth, dragging it further
into the light. Finally, I put my lips on her clit, by now a pink
pearl budding at the top of her pussy. Using my tongue and my
lip-encased teeth, I massage and caress the tenderness until she cums
for the first time.

Usually, if I am skillful enough, I can keep her at the peak of
excitement, bring her to another (or several more) orgasms as I let my
fingers gently penetrate her anus and pussy, thrusting in and out as
her temperature rises.

Since middle age has robbed me of the ability to maintain an erection
after I cum (at least for the next hour or two), I carefully insert
myself into the slipperyness of her pussy, letting my 7 inch cock slide
slowly until I’m completely buried. Since my wife is much shorter than
I, she can usually reach my nipples with her teeth. I love to have my
nipples pinched or bitten while we’re making love. She’s learned over
the years exactly how to control my orgasm through manipulation of my
nipples. If I start to cum too fast, she gently licks my nipples so
that I can barely feel the tenderness. If my erection starts to wane,
she bites harder and uses her fingernails to restore my virility.

I can usually hold off until she is ready to cum again, and we usually
climax at the same time, the soft clutching of her pussy drawing my
love juices from my cock.

Since I had a vascetomy (sp?) nearly 20 years ago, we have enjoyed our
sexual life more than before. I was never very good at unrolling and
using a rubber, losing my erection before I could get back to the bed,
so the operation made both of us happy.

My only regret is that she doesn’t like to suck my cock. With my oral
fixation, I love to watch my cock disappear into her mouth, although
since I’m too broad to get too much in her mouth, she used to
concentrate on my cock head, letting her lips and tongue dance while
sucking. About three years ago she decided that she didn’t want to
perform fellatio anymore. Now I have a total hangup about cock
sucking. I dream about having my cock sucked, about cumming in her
mouth, the rivulets dripping from the corners as the volume becomes too
great to swallow. Ah well, unfortunately that’s all in the past, and I
now have to settle for physical intercourse on an irregular basis and
mental fellatio, cunnilinguis, anal sex, intercourse, B&D, etc on a
regular basis.

Since my dreams constitute a large portion of the sources for my
stories, it seems my loss is everyone else’s gain (assuming that
someone out there likes my stories–since I only occasionally hear from
anyone, I wonder if anyone reads them and finds them as exciting to
read as they were to script).

Anyway, enough about me. Hopefully this is the type of information you
were considering when you posted your note. Maybe some others out
there will join us and describe themselves and their joys/desires also.