No Celebrity Fantasy… Just My Fucking Boyfriend.

I was asked today by a friend if I sometimes just imagine someone when I’m playing with myself. He was surprised that I didn’t say a celebrity or someone famous. No, sorry. I just picture my sexy boyfriend in my mind, and it gets me wet!

I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my life. He is so handsome in every possible way. His big, strong arms, his gray-silver hair, his jawline, his beautiful eyes, his nice butt, his big hands that are twice the size of mine, his scruffy face, his aggressive side, his dominant side, his caring side, his driving, his ability to make me laugh all the time.

There is just something about this man that makes me put him on a pedestal and just do what he says. I mean, sometimes I listen to him. Otherwise, I learn the hard way. He’s got more wisdom and life experience to sway me in the right direction.

I don’t care what direction we go. As long as he’s by my side, I know I’m safe and loved. I don’t know what life is without him. I wouldn’t ever want to find out either.

The moment I snuggle into him before bed, my entire body feels at peace, and instantly I pass out. I’ve never had that with anyone else before. It’s nuts.

I know I’m a crazy, unstable FUCKING bitch and stress him out often. I wish he would just see it as me keeping him on his toes. He makes me feel special and makes my heart just overflow with love towards him.

When we fuck, I ground him and myself in my mind. I picture bright sunlight coming from heaven, pouring down into our bodies, filling each inch. Then, down to our feet, we have our roots coming out of our toes into the earth, deep down.

I want to believe he feels the same about us and wants forever with me, but I know I can be a lot to handle.

All bitches are crazy. I’ll admit I am, because why hide it? I am who I am, and it’s made me who I am today.

No regrets here! Just me being me.