By Kendra Holliday | July 13, 2018
The other night, I witnessed my friend Lana have her first MFM (Male/Female/Male).
I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, fully dressed, wrapped in a soft blanket, goblet in hand.
I felt like this:
She, on the other hand, was naked and blindfolded on the bed, being worked over by two muscular, horny men. She looked so gorgeous and vulnerable in the warm, dim glow of the bedroom chamber.
I pretended that I called for them and that this was my entertainment of choice for the evening – to watch a lady-in-waiting get stripped of her gown, used, and impregnated.
She finally got overwhelmed during the grand finale spit roast (cock buried deep in her pussy while getting facefucked at the same time) and tapped out. It was most satisfying to watch.
Tonight, however, I’m in a very different mood.
You see, I have this deliciously, romantically twisted fantasy that I want to make true. I’ve been thinking about it for WEEKS. I can’t stop masturbating about it! I desperately want Matthew and Lana to help me make it a reality.
For this fantasy, I will be like this:
Nude. Submissive. Restrained.
I can’t fuck, but Lana can. And Matthew HAS to – it’s in his nature.
So here’s the deal: I’m going to post my fantasy on this blog, and then, the reality. Let’s see how the details compare.
I can’t post it quite yet – I don’t want Lana too influenced. But I told Matthew about it, and he got SO revved up! He said, all bristling with virility and testosterone, “Thoughts of sex, conquering, and ecstasy are raging!”
Is fantasy better than reality?