Scarlet men share their naughtiest fantasies. It’s all kiss and make up.
My girlfriend Annie and I have a varied sex life, from basic missionary and oral to toys and spankings. But there’s one game we haven’t tried that I often fantasise about, and it goes something like this…
The evening starts out like any other quiet night in – I’ve brought a few bottles of wine round, and we’re in Annie’s living room watching a film, cuddling up and getting increasingly drunk together. Annie’s been painting her nails a deep burgundy colour which looks stunning, and has left the nail varnish on the coffee table. I guess I’m bored with the film, because I pick the bottle up and take the lid off (I love the smell of fresh nail varnish), and play with the brush, watching little beads of colour running up and down the bristles. I don’t really know why I do what I do next (alcohol I guess), but I decide to paint my nails. I do my left hand, and I’m puzzling over how to do the right without making a mess, when I catch Annie grinning at me – for a moment I’d forgotten she was right next to me.
“I can do that for you if you like,” she says. I laugh and say, “Go on, then.” And she does.
For the first time in my adult life, I’m wearing make-up. I’m rather pleased with it, Annie is also quite taken with the effect of the deep red on me. She grins, and Annie has a grin which (I hope!) I’m the only person that sees, which means she’s feeling dirty and I’d better get plenty of fluids down me for the workout we’re about to have. I swear, she has the filthiest smile in the world, and it turns me on like flipping a switch.
“I could always make you up properly,” she says, and there’s that grin. I’m putty. I just smile back and say, “Well, if you’d like to”. Secretly, the thought is turning me on in a big way, and I’m having trouble hiding the erection that’s straining to escape. Annie fetches her make-up box, and begins to paint my face.
First she draws around my lips with lip liner, then paints them a deep red gloss, to match the nail varnish. I can’t resist at this point, and pull her top over her head, unhook her bra, and leave a lipstick-kiss on her left breast next to her nipple. Looking at the smudge, I know that even if I want to I’ll never be able to get that image out of my mind.
Next, Annie lines my eyes, and applies mascara, eye-shadow and blush. She instructs me to look in the mirror. It’s like somebody else is looking back out of the mirror at me, still a man, but quite an effeminate man, and clearly a man who has had a rather good make-over. I definitely fall under the heading of “Big Strong Boy” so the surprise is all the more intense – and I’m even more turned on. When I turn from the mirror, Annie is naked, and dangling from one hooked finger are her panties.
“You’re so pretty!” she says, “such a pretty little bitch. Now strip.” I’m not about to disobey at this point, and I’m naked in seconds. She holds her panties up to me and says, “Put these on.”
I pull the panties on, feeling the thong between my buttocks (I’ve never worn a thong before). They barely cover my balls – most of my erection is poking out above the elastic. I feel like I’m about to burst, I’m so hard. Annie pushes me back onto the sofa, and begins to masturbate me with slow, gentle strokes. She uses moisturiser to massage my balls, which is cold on my skin and feels great. Now she kneels between my legs, and leans forwards to take the head of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. Then I get a surprise. She pulls the thong to one side, and gently pushes her finger into my arse – and it feels good. She still has quite a lot of moisturiser on her hand from earlier, and is able to pump her finger in and out of me hard and fast. Soon she has two, then three, fingers inside of me, and is pumping them in and out hard as she strokes my shaft faster and faster. I can’t say anything for fully ten minutes, just watch her dirty smile get even dirtier, until she leans forwards some more and her breasts touch my cock. Then I let go a shout which can probably be heard three streets away, and come just about as hard as I have ever come in my life – it feels like gallons of come, looks like it too, squirting out of me onto Annie’s perfect breasts.
The entire experience has been incredible. Annie, however, has no mercy. Before I can even catch my breath, she’s leaning over and whispering in my ear that next time, she’ll be wearing a strap-on.
