This film is a combination of two confessions!
I want a Viking Warrior
I am in charge of everything and all the decisions in my life. But I secretly wanted to have a gloriously tall, alpha male, consume me in bed. I'm tall and dreamed of a taller, broad, male that could make me feel delicate...
Then I saw him, then I fucked him, then I got scared with how free and amazing I felt, and left.
But he found me, storming in the door with a look over his face that told me he was going to ravage me. I tried to be calm, in control. But as he walked towards me, stalking like a large predator - I knew I couldn't resist.
"Don't you ever run like that again! You know I'm going to have to spank you," he said.
I knew and I was already so wet.
He smiled mischievously and continued: "Then I'm going to show you why you are mine, and bring you pleasure so intense that you will never think of any other man but me again."
Now I am ruined for all others that may come after, the way he controlled my body, giving me pleasure over and over before I begged him to take his own. I scream his name and he screams a battle cry as we both reach the final climax.
My Viking warrior, and I his conquered woman.
Let Me See Your Ponytail Swing!
My wife and I have been married for a few years now, and we’ve descended into the kind of married life that I always feared. All of the clichés have turned into reality for us. I’ve put on weight, I’ve become lazy. And she works so hard that most of the time she’s so tired she just wants to read a book when she gets home. In some ways I love it – the security, knowing there’s someone there to sleep next to every day. But I have a secret fantasy. One I know she would laugh at if I told her. Our sex life is still pretty stable, but it’s become a bit perfunctory. We know exactly how to get each other off. But I want to experiment. And my fantasy is one I've had since I was a teen. I’d love her to wear a cheerleading outfit, and have her bounce around on me like a pogo stick. With the tiny skirt and no underwear underneath, and the knee high socks, and the pony-tail. Whenever I see a woman with her hair in a swinging pony-tail it gets me so hard. I wish I could tell my wife. I’m sure there are things she’d want to try too.