SouthByWest
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Good girl in her mid-30s, single, clock ticking, wants a husband and children. She's very attractive, enjoys the attention of men, loves sex with the right guy, and believes she knows what her body is capable of sexually. She meets a nice guy, also very attractive, soft-spoken, good job, not especially forward or assertive in the way men stereotypically often are, sees the world somewhat differently than most. In addition to the obvious physical attraction, there is also aesthetic and intellectual chemistry between them. She sees herself as a creative type, so his differences are not unattractive to her. They have a few dates, she sees real potential, and then they have sex for the first time. She is expecting a caring, gentle, kind lover. He is that, but ...
... to her great surprise, he is also really hung, with the most massive, girthy dick she has ever seen up close, and he seriously knows how to use it. He goes down on her, and it's on a completely different level from what she has experienced before. And somehow he seems naturally able to intuit what her fantasies are, as if he's right there inside her head and her pussy with her. Although she has told him she is a feminist, he detects a hidden submissiveness to her, and moves between making love and just dominating and fucking the shit out of her in a way that drives her insane; and later figures out that she's a closet exhibitionist, and proceeds to just dismantle that closet. The fucking is from another planet. She comes harder, more quickly and multiply in ways she not only had ever had before, but beyond what she imagined she was capable of, which, at her age and with her experience, just blows her mind and leaves her feeling a gaudy sluttiness she had never known in herself, wanting nothing more than to give herself entirely to him, to be taken, handled and fucked, good and long and hard. She is immediately addicted, and soon is fantasizing about him during the day while they are each at work, having to change her panties several times a day, and ready and willing to fuck him All. The. Time. Just as if he were a bull she was fucking on the side, except that she is growing to accept him as her soul mate.
The standard LW trope is that a woman finds love with one man, but intensely passionate fucking with another, and she, at least, is readily able to compartmentalize. This story would be about what happens when feelings of romantic love and the most intense desire for fucking are focused on the same man. This might seem to be simple: what could be better? But in my experience, not being able to compartmentalize her feelings and her sexual lust can be problematic. It threatens the utter and total loss of emotional control, and to reveal her innermost feelings in a way she has never had to face before, and this is very, very scary. And so, she has to find a way to deal with this. And I'm sure there is a story there.
... to her great surprise, he is also really hung, with the most massive, girthy dick she has ever seen up close, and he seriously knows how to use it. He goes down on her, and it's on a completely different level from what she has experienced before. And somehow he seems naturally able to intuit what her fantasies are, as if he's right there inside her head and her pussy with her. Although she has told him she is a feminist, he detects a hidden submissiveness to her, and moves between making love and just dominating and fucking the shit out of her in a way that drives her insane; and later figures out that she's a closet exhibitionist, and proceeds to just dismantle that closet. The fucking is from another planet. She comes harder, more quickly and multiply in ways she not only had ever had before, but beyond what she imagined she was capable of, which, at her age and with her experience, just blows her mind and leaves her feeling a gaudy sluttiness she had never known in herself, wanting nothing more than to give herself entirely to him, to be taken, handled and fucked, good and long and hard. She is immediately addicted, and soon is fantasizing about him during the day while they are each at work, having to change her panties several times a day, and ready and willing to fuck him All. The. Time. Just as if he were a bull she was fucking on the side, except that she is growing to accept him as her soul mate.
The standard LW trope is that a woman finds love with one man, but intensely passionate fucking with another, and she, at least, is readily able to compartmentalize. This story would be about what happens when feelings of romantic love and the most intense desire for fucking are focused on the same man. This might seem to be simple: what could be better? But in my experience, not being able to compartmentalize her feelings and her sexual lust can be problematic. It threatens the utter and total loss of emotional control, and to reveal her innermost feelings in a way she has never had to face before, and this is very, very scary. And so, she has to find a way to deal with this. And I'm sure there is a story there.
