Save the planet, recycle your fantasies!
I heard an interesting idea recently, that there are ancient stories so common across humanity that they pop up again and again in different cultures over the centuries. Never quite the same, each with their own twist, but the thread is there if you look close enough.
So naturally I wondered if that's true about fantasies as well.
Looking back over some of my Fantasy vs Reality posts like https://xhamster2.com/posts/10398050 and https://xhamster2.com/posts/10398260 I realised I do have a proto-fantasy of my own that turns up in different guises: I don't have the usual privacy to masturbate, so I take some sort of risk just to relieve the tension and it leads to unexpected sex. When I strip it back to basics like that it sounds kinda boring actually, but in different forms it's worked for me many times over many years.
And it's not just fantasies from my teens that I've clung onto as I got older. When I was in my early 30s I went along to one of my daughter's school camps as a parent helper for the week. I stayed in a cramped little two-person cabin with another mum, a woman a few years older than me named Hayley if I remember right.
Hayley was certainly attractive, but she was also married so of course there was no question of anything happening. I don't remember any fingering under the covers with her sleeping across from me, maybe the shower cubicles had enough privacy or maybe I was just too exhausted from keeping up with the k**s during the day. And if she did anything then she was discrete enough for me not to hear.
What got the fantasy going for me was one particular moment that I do remember clearly. It must've been near the end of the week and she was missing her husband, because I walked back to our cabin after dinner to get something and heard her on the phone to him saying "god I can't wait to have you inside me again." Naturally I turned around and walked a bit more before returning.
Back home in my own bed and making up for lost time, my mind kept coming back to the thought of how horny Hayley must have been by the end of the week. You can guess from my other fantasies how it goes: on that last night she just can't hold out any longer, so despite me being in the room she just has to reach down and give her aching wet pussy some loving, too desperate for release to care if I hear her. After all, we're both grown-ups, she knows I'll understand.
And since we do both understand I join her in openly masturbating, feeling so aroused partly from a week of holding back and partly from hearing Hayley's moans and the wet sounds of her fingers moving. It's obvious we're turning each other on and keeping each other going, so it's only a matter of time before I join her and find that married or not, she's not as straight as I assumed...
I'm sure there've been other variations on this theme over the years, but Hayley definitely joins Mrs Denim Shorts and Lisa/Lena from those earlier fantasies as one of the stars in my own recurring story. I hope there'll be others :)
So naturally I wondered if that's true about fantasies as well.
Looking back over some of my Fantasy vs Reality posts like https://xhamster2.com/posts/10398050 and https://xhamster2.com/posts/10398260 I realised I do have a proto-fantasy of my own that turns up in different guises: I don't have the usual privacy to masturbate, so I take some sort of risk just to relieve the tension and it leads to unexpected sex. When I strip it back to basics like that it sounds kinda boring actually, but in different forms it's worked for me many times over many years.
And it's not just fantasies from my teens that I've clung onto as I got older. When I was in my early 30s I went along to one of my daughter's school camps as a parent helper for the week. I stayed in a cramped little two-person cabin with another mum, a woman a few years older than me named Hayley if I remember right.
Hayley was certainly attractive, but she was also married so of course there was no question of anything happening. I don't remember any fingering under the covers with her sleeping across from me, maybe the shower cubicles had enough privacy or maybe I was just too exhausted from keeping up with the k**s during the day. And if she did anything then she was discrete enough for me not to hear.
What got the fantasy going for me was one particular moment that I do remember clearly. It must've been near the end of the week and she was missing her husband, because I walked back to our cabin after dinner to get something and heard her on the phone to him saying "god I can't wait to have you inside me again." Naturally I turned around and walked a bit more before returning.
Back home in my own bed and making up for lost time, my mind kept coming back to the thought of how horny Hayley must have been by the end of the week. You can guess from my other fantasies how it goes: on that last night she just can't hold out any longer, so despite me being in the room she just has to reach down and give her aching wet pussy some loving, too desperate for release to care if I hear her. After all, we're both grown-ups, she knows I'll understand.
And since we do both understand I join her in openly masturbating, feeling so aroused partly from a week of holding back and partly from hearing Hayley's moans and the wet sounds of her fingers moving. It's obvious we're turning each other on and keeping each other going, so it's only a matter of time before I join her and find that married or not, she's not as straight as I assumed...
I'm sure there've been other variations on this theme over the years, but Hayley definitely joins Mrs Denim Shorts and Lisa/Lena from those earlier fantasies as one of the stars in my own recurring story. I hope there'll be others :)
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