So last night while I was masturbating, I had sex with a non-human entity.
Not literally, of course. I mean, I was masturbating. Which means I was having sex with myself. And I am not a non-human. (Unless you wake me at an ungodly hour on my day off.) I am definitely – mostly – human. So I guess *technically* was not having sex with a non-human. More like, while I was masturbating, my brain decided to go spelunking through fantasy caverns, so while I was having *actual* sex with my own fingers, I was having fantasy sex with… Something else.
A dragon, to be precise.
I know, I know. Weird, right?
Normally when I masturbate, I empty my mind of pretty much everything and just focus on sensations. Sometimes I’ll have fleeting thoughts of lovers (think: God, I wish his fingers were scissoring against my G-spot right now), or I will temporarily flash on a memory that turns me on. I don’t dwell on any one scene, however. There is no movie in my mind. It’s more like the physical sensations I’m experiencing manifest themselves in fast-fade mental Polaroids. There for a moment, then gone.
Um, this was a little different.
So as I was massaging my clit (pressure, not friction!), my brain was doing its photo-flashy thing on and off, but mostly I was reveling in the void that comes when I empty my mind and become one with my body. (I know it sounds woo-woo, but its hard to explain; work with me here.) Then during one of my ‘flash’ moments, I got to thinking about being stretched full, to the point of… Well, not pain, exactly. But there is a feeling of fullness I’ve only experienced when I’m tender and swollen from too much sex, that kind of rides the Unf edge between Pleasure and Pain. And I love the way that feels.
So I thought, “What if the cock filling me that full was actually filling me even fuller? What if it was longer or girthier or I was just that much more swollen, to the point where having that fullness inside me felt a.ma.zing, but was also kind of too much to take?”
Well, replied my imagination, let’s just make that happen, shall we?
And that’s how I came to be sitting – my back to his front – in a dragon’s lap, impaled on his cock.
And I stayed there until I came.
In my mind, anyway.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Whattaya mean you stayed there, Feve?
Well, I mean exactly that.
A little background: Normally I’m not a big fan of being on top. It’s uncomfortable, it puts my hip sockets in lock-up position, it makes my thighs burn, I can’t get a good angle to work my fingers over my clit (I don’t find men particularly useful in this function – they never do it right), I can’t contort myself to kiss him without spraining my neck, etc.
But I *am* a fan of getting fucked from behind. I love the angle, the depth, the friction. I like the ability to relax my shoulders and torso, the ease of frigging my clit… I just love it. Period.
I am also a fan of zero movement. Feeling him hot and hard inside me, pressed forward and holding that position while I squeeze and flex, clench and release, then gradually tighten ever closer around his cock as I approach orgasm… YUM. The way his heartbeat pulses in his neck under my tongue, the way my own beats time in my cervix, massaging his head…
So pretty much my synapses fired in such a way that my above-described personal sexual algorithms amalgamated, and my mind manufactured a fantasy for me that incorporated all these elements.
In the form of a dragon.
A dragon I was no-movement fucking, reverse cowgirl style.
(Sort of. Dragon-sex logistics are surprisingly complicated.)
For a a few seconds I was like, “What the fu…?” But then I was all, “This is bizarrely sexy” and I just went with it. I let my imagination take over and the next thing I knew, I was stilling my hips, clenching and releasing, imagining myself doing so in the lap of (on the cock of) a dragon.
Filled close-to-uncomfortably-full with dragon dick.
And as if that wasn’t enough, the real-life soft swirls of my fingers over my clit became, on my odd fantastical journey, the imagined tongue of a dragon (another dragon? the same dragon? a second head? NO CLUE), and holy fuck did *that* feel good. All smooth and soft and loooong and pushing up inside me – where there was absolutely no room (because, FULL) – to vibrate against my G-spot (dragon tongues vibrate – who knew?!) and then sliding out again to lick and lave and suck…
So with this mental movie playing in slow motion in my mind, and my fingers fucking myself like battery-operated bunnies (they keep going… and going…), I had an orgasm. Like, a drippy-shuddery, limbs-like-butter-y, full body bliss orgasm.
So to review:
I had weird, wild, totally hot, oddly fantastical dragon sex while I masturbated last night.
And I came all over myself.
What do you think about when you masturbate?
Have you ever fantasized about sex with a non-human?