I think about men and cock 24/7 and whatever situation I find myself in I dream up a fantasy.
For example.
At a works seminar all the men are sitting around a round table covered with a table cloth. I imagine slipping underneath and sucking each man off in turn.
I stop for a coffee and imagine I'm the cute little waitress. She's so proud of her breasts and loves to show them off. She loves all the older pensioners and can't help teasing them. A naughty pensioned slips his hand up her skirt and fondles her bottom.
I'm at the Amateur Radio Club meeting, a keen young (legal age) enthusiast. All the men are of a certain type, anoraks, a bit nerdy. They're drinking tea and chatting about how they got over to the states on 5 watts. I can't keep my eye of their bulges. I get taken to one side to learn Morse code by an old hand. He makes a play for me and I melt in his arms.
It's about my seventh visit to the cruising site in as many days. I'm shy and only really there for the buzz. I have my nipples pumped up and the material of my t-shirt is hanging off them. I walk past a man in a smart suit and patent leather shoes. His shoes and the knees of his trousers are muddy. I can't help but smile in a knowing way. I go off into the bushes and take my jeans off. Underneath I'm wearing a tiny pair of ripped denim shorts that can barely contain my cock. I walk down the muddy path to the car park walking past the cars wiggling my bottom like a slut. I'm like the pied piper as I'm followed back up the steps by a number of horny men.
I'd love to hear about your everyday fantasies.
