After dedicating February Photofest 2017 to the history of my seven years of blogging, I decided to do the A-Z Blogging Challenge 2017 in a similar way. Similar, not the same.
I sometimes fantasize about quickies. Quickies where I meet Master T for lunch, we have a quick fuck and then both go back to work again. Or where we know the kids will be back home in half an hour, but still we have a quick fuck with the risk of them being home earlier. I can only imagine the rush that it would give.
When I think about quickies, I tend not only to think of having a quick fuck, but also of where we would have said coupling. I see alleyways in my mind, immediately knowing that fucking there would not be possible, because we don’t even know where to find an alley where it would be possible, but also because it would physically not be possible for us. The fantasy of the quickie at home is easier. There I see myself bent over the dining room table and Master T fucking me from behind. Dress up, pants down and… sex!
Master T and I have actually never had quickies before. Not as far as I can remember. There are always someone around, and when there’s not, we like to take our time. In hotels, we don’t like to be rushed. We love taking time for each other, enjoying every minute together.
Still, thinking of quickies and the places where you can have them, my fantasies start all over again!
Speaking of a lunch time quickie, I have even once written about it. This is only a fantasy, but once again I wish there was an opportunity to really make this happen.
I think quickies will always only be a fantasy… and those fantasies are good ones. They are fuel for stories, fuel for masturbation sessions and they fill my dreams.
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