Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to... to be the one to take charge for once. To have someone look at me, at my whole self—my soft curves and my hard cock—with such wanting that they'd beg for it. To pin their wrists down and watch their eyes go wide, to feel them gasp as I push inside... It's a fantasy that makes my face burn just typing it. I'm not brave enough for that in real life. But in my head, when I'm alone in bed, I can pretend. I imagine how their pussy or ass would feel wrapped around me, tight and wet, and the sounds they'd make... Sorry, I'm rambling. It's just a lonely Wednesday thought. (Mood: contemplative)