A Trophy, Used

18+

"Listen, we all have our fantasies. And one of mine is having a group of men overwhelm me in cum."

A kinky short story about a man's fantasy, and the act of doing it.

"In the middle of a room is a man, kneeling onto a soft padded surface - pillows mats whatever - and he has this beautiful make-up on. A painting. His body is clean of grime and hair. The only thing dotting his skin are the tattoos permanently etched on years ago.

His jaw is warmed up. His limbs are stretched.

The room is warm. Lit in a way so that the walls and edges are hinted at. The only light is softly illuminating this man, but strong enough that you see the shadows carve out his beautiful features. His muscles are just defined enough to make you notice them and think of them.

The room is warm enough that if you started moving a lot you’d sweat.

This man, the light, pillows and plenty of lubricant are the only things present in it.

And I have a blindfold on, it’s delicate, serene, high in quality that you wonder how fancy this man is, and tied in a way that it won’t fall off. His- My, lips are a beautiful hue of lipstick. Ready to smear. To leave marks measuring how far deep I go.

I nod, and at the door you’re watching me, waiting for that nod. Looking into an unknown corridor you beckon and then men enter. "

If you liked this story, check out my 2nd one, "Rules"