When an erotic fantasy finds me it is like it has found a comfortable chair; it settles in and stays, relaxing and pondering the facets of its own lush eroticism. It has certainly been that way over the last week or so with my fantasy of sexual and emotional intimacy with A, a woman I volunteer with.
Last night I had a particularly pleasurable fantasy involving the two of us. It happened because I saw her at a meeting of the organization she works for, and that I volunteer for yesterday. As President I have a lot of interaction with her before, during and after the meeting. She is Secretary to the board.
The fantasies that I have that involve real people that I see all the time seem to be the dominant ones in the erotic landscape of my mind. Certainly the homoerotic fantasies I have at the pinnacle of MMO ecstasy are not realism based; when my anus is quivering and my prostate is pumping and my cock is lurching in convulsive orgasmic spasms my fantasies become surreal. Most of the time they involve a exquisitely muscled faceless guy who is exuding male sexuality; he is drilling my asshole with a massive erect cock whose shaft is tracked with rigid veins. The convulsive spasms of pleasure pumping deep in my own anal canal become spasms of his cock as it rhythmically pumps a thick hot stream of his sweet ejaculate deep into my anal cavity.