Questions I’d love to ask the man I’ve only fucked twice

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I’m not going to tell you about the first time I shagged this guy. I might in a later post, but not right now. By way of backstory, I’ll just explain that I’ve known him online for a while, and recently we ran into each other and fucked. It was extremely fun – so fun that we did it again the next day. I’m not going to tell you about that now, though, because after we’d finished round one, as his spunk was drying on my face, he asked “are you gonna write about me?” with such eager, puppydog energy that I thought it would be fun to make him wait. However, once I’d returned home (after washing my face, naturally), I did get the urge to write this. Publishing it might seem like a bold move for a woman who may never see this guy again, but fuck it: he has a kink that I’d dearly love to flesh out in my wank bank. If you’ve ever shagged a rich person hoping for a ride in their fancy car, you might understand a little of my motivation here: I really want a go on this guy’s kink. It’s the Porsche I’ve looked longingly at but never had a chance to properly drive. Something so gutpunch-wank-bank fascinating to me that I reckon its worth potentially embarrassing myself for. So instead of writing a true account of the first time we fucked, I’m gonna tell you what I’d do if I got the chance to hang out with him again. Here are some questions I’d love to ask of the man I have only fucked twice. I’ve got a burning curiosity about his kink. The kind of intrigue that has my brain churning out myriad images of various scenarios, along with questions that I’m dying to ask about every sordid detail. “What is it about this that turns you on? The humiliation ? The watching? Which specific scenarios are the hottest? Tell me about times you’ve fulfilled or touched on it – which of your past adventures have powered the most midnight wanks?” And many more questions besides. So very many more. It’s a kink I’ve always wanted to play with. I’ve dipped my toes into it in the past yet never had the chance to dive deeply. But he’s told me bits and pieces over the years, little flashes of filth popping up in my DMs when I write a blog post he especially enjoys (and which, I hope he knows, I am always extremely annoyed he’s too respectable to retweet) and even just the tiny snippets he’s revealed make me primally horny. Some types of lust are a fizzing shiver of intrigue: you like the sound of it, but you’d have to give it some thought to be properly sure. Check out some porn, picture the scenes, fully wank on them before you embrace them entirely. Other kinks give off a spark of promise but need more fuel to get going: you’re a tiny bit hot for spanking in theory , but in practice your partner’s eyes light up when you threaten to bend them over your knee and you can get extremely horny for that. There’s a scale of kink-temptation, see what I mean? The way I feel about this particular perversion is far beyond both of those things. If the scale is one to ten, this one’s a Spinal Tap eleven. As I say, it’s primal. Fucking innate . When I think about the ways I might apply it in real life, this brand of lust thrums through the tendons at the back of my knees and neck, resonating deep into the part of my brain where the darkest, most precious things reside. It thuds through my veins like the Platonic ideal of the perfect beat to fuck to. The feelings I have for this kink make me trembly-weak and kitten-limp – certain beyond all doubt that this one’s perfect for me. If he agrees to meet me for a drink, here’s what I’m going to do. “Tell me…” I’ll meet him in a bar: somewhere fancier than I’d usually frequent, because I’ll have to book a table. Request one in the corner, somewhere quiet. Sit him facing out towards the rest of the bar so he can see if anyone approaches. This has nothing to do with the kink, I just want him to be comfortable and relaxed before we start chatting – the questions I’m about to ask are not ones you would answer with honesty if a stranger could be hovering over your shoulder unnoticed. They are not to be answered in detail unless everyone within earshot has fully consented to hear. I’ll sit him down, get a bottle of wine in, and when we’re both certain that we can’t be overheard, I will lean in a closer and say: “So… tell me what’s hot about getting cucked.” Cucked. Cuckolding . Yes, obviously it’s that. I love getting fucked, and I love telling stories, I obviously yearn for the chance to toy with someone whose dick will get hard hearing all the sordid details about how brutally someone else destroyed my cunt last Tuesday. When I was still shagging toyboy, once or twice I nudged him to see if his subbiness might extend to cuckoldry. “Do you like reading the blog posts about other men? Are they hot? ” I hinted, shamelessly. When it turned out the answer was ‘not specifically’ I backed off, of course. But I didn’t drop the idea completely. In fact, I literally have a blog post in drafts that I’ve been meaning to finish off for about six months – a begging letter addressed to literal GOD (aim high, people), the post is called ‘please send me a cuck’. As I say, I’ve not had many opportunities to dive deeply into this kink, but my God do I reckon I’d get into it. Cuckolding. Someone getting off on hearing about/watching/listening to me get railed by other men. Sitting one guy on a chair in the corner of the room and making intense, unwavering eye contact with him while I get fucked from behind by another. Have you listened to Molly Moore’s Cuckboy yet? It’s phenomenal. Or maybe this story I wrote ages ago about cuckolding on the night bus ? I’m into cuckolding. I fucking know I’m into it. I know that like I know when I’m hungry and I’m thirsty and I really need to piss. So if I ever get to hang out with this dude again, I will grill him about this particular thread of deviance, gulping down knowledge like a horny succubus, fueling my wank bank for later. I won’t guess at his answers in this blog post. It’s presumptuous enough of me to write speculative fanfic about this man, I’m not going to push my luck (or put my thumb on the scale) by trying to predict what he might say. Barring the standard Big Red Lines that are my own hard limits (nothing illegal, no age/race-play, no permanent scarring, etc) there is not a single answer this guy could give to the questions I might ask that wouldn’t make my thirst for this kink stronger. Truly there are no wrong answers. The pleasure is in learning about cuckolding from the zoomed-in perspective of a single dude: depth not breadth. Teasing those words from his mouth. Enhancing my understanding not from Fetlife or Kink of the Week or Twitter, but from the lips of a real-life man who – in the afterglow of the first of the only two shags we’ve ever had – told me “I don’t have to be second , it might actually be hotter if I were third or fourth.” Unnngh. Some kinks are a fizzing shiver of intrigue, and others are ones you need to wank on. But when it comes to this kink, the second it’s mentioned, I’m already a mere flick-of-the-wrist away from coming. What’s hot about cuckolding? As I say, I won’t guess at his answers here. But I will share a sample of my questions: the basic composition of a cuckold scenario. Is it hotter the more other people there are fucking your partner at once, i.e. is a gang bang hotter than a threesome? Do you want to be in the room while it’s happening, or is it sexier if you’re outside listening in (or elsewhere entirely, ignored and unfucked, waiting to hear details that you’ll wank about later)? Rank those scenarios in order of how intensely they make your cock twitch. the physical actions involved if you are present. Which specific touches might act as cum-triggers in a cuckold scenario? If your partner grabbed your hand and squeezed it good and tight at the moment of climax as someone else fucked them… would that be horny? What if you reached out to touch your partner and they slapped your hand away ? I’m pretty sure you’re into licking cum out of someone’s cunt but how about other kinds of spunk-play? What if they pulled your face towards them after sucking someone else dry, and spat the resulting load directly into your mouth? the tone of a scenario. This one’s a challenge, especially as you don’t know me very well, but please do your best: can you picture a hot cuckolding scenario and have a go at articulating your emotions about it? Do you feel humiliated? Sad? Jealous? Used? Un used? Genuinely happy for your partner as they come tight and hard around a stranger’s cock? Which of these emotions do you feel, and – more importantly – what have I missed? how have you fulfilled this kink in the past? (No pressure to tell me this, obviously: it might be private to the people you did it with and I don’t want to hear about anyone who wouldn’t consent to you telling me the story). Give me hypotheticals if you can’t share the truth. Getting a phone call from a partner, picking up, and just hearing them murmuring ‘please please please’ over the sound of the aggressive fuckstrokes of a total stranger? Or seeing them playfully sneak off, giggling and sssshing, into the pub toilets for a quick fuck with one of your… friends, perhaps? A friend would be easier to recruit to fulfil this fantasy – it’s what I’d reach for anyway, but then again I have some really pervy friends. No matter, I’ve thought of another question: which is hotter – getting cucked by a friend or a stranger? Better to have a go after the other guy’s finished, or is it hornier if you don’t get a turn at all? See what I mean? I have a lot of questions. I don’t want to be presumptuous and assume he’ll want to go for a drink with me – and it doesn’t matter if he’s not up for it, I had enough fun writing this anyway. But even were I to get the opportunity to grill someone with this kink, I suspect I’d only manage to ask one or two of the questions above. Every answer would lead to further questions. More possibilities. Extra branches on the tree of filth that lead me further down the path to one specific brand of cuckoldry. The very idea of having this conversation is so hot that it feels like a cuntpunch. It doesn’t even have to be this guy, really. Any dude with a cuckold kink would do. So there it is. If this guy agrees to come for a drink with me (I understand, incidentally, that he’s very busy and I want to flag that I am too, so I do not expect this to happen at any point in the near future, I’m just putting it out there for if and when he might fancy it [ this is how I chat guys up now, apparently ]), then the above post provides an outline of what to expect. I’ll bombard him with questions, fill him with wine, and wonder – always – if his cock’s getting hard under the table. If he’s amenable, I might shuffle round so I can sit beside him. Rest my left palm gently on his crotch, continue sipping wine with my right, and focus on feeling for the throb that happens when I ask him a question that really hits home. There’s a part two to this idea, of course . Fundamentally this doesn’t end with me downing the last dregs of wine and then shaking hands with him before saying goodbye. Part two exists both in my head and – if he’s amenable – sometime in the future if our diaries align.