The Realisation of My Sexual Fantasy Is on Hold
By: Emma London
Tags: Kink, Life, Fetish, Sexuality, Sex

The Realisation of My Sexual Fantasy Is on Hold

And I did it to myself!

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A while ago, I wrote about how I didn’t have sexual fantasies and how I wasn't happy about it. Since then, I’ve been working on changing that — I felt sexual fantasies would bring fun and sexual excitement to my life. And I was right.

Because my partner, Mr P., goes along with anything I ask (and he gets the same from me), I knew that anything I’d fantasise about, he would make it happen.

Apart from going to a dungeon — the number one on my sexual bucket list — eventually have a threesome (an FMF one) and going to a fetish party, I couldn’t think about anything else to fantasise about. Not until I stopped overthinking it and allow me to go with the flow.

Last month, I found out my first real sexual fantasy. It came up naturally, without forcing it. But most important: it came up because I let down my defences.

Mr P. is in the army. Because of the lockdown, since March he has been out of it (it’s not his primary job). When the restrictions were lifted, he went back to the army work; soon he went out for an “army weekend”.

In our good morning texting, on that Saturday; I asked him to send me a picture of him, I wanted to see him (we couldn’t do a video call).

When I opened the picture, I got horny as hell! He was dressed in his army suit, I’ve never had seen him on it. I texted him back: “I want you to fuck me dressed like that.” He laughed and said, “ok”. What else?

A couple of weeks later, we would celebrate our six-months dating. We agreed we’d have a romantic dinner and a kinky night.

Our date was very romantic. We cooked together, both dressed up. He invited me to go for a meal out, but I was in the mood to stay indoors.

He had lit all the candles in the house (he has candleholders in the walls of the living room, on the dining table and along the stairs). The ambience was perfect; intimate and romantic.

We drank Prosecco, we talked, and we celebrated our marvellous and committed six-months relationship.

After dinner, my dog had to be walked. Usually, Mr P. comes with me, but that night he told me he had something he needed to take care of, for me to walk the dog without him.

I knew immediately it had something to do with sex; he wanted to prepare a scene.

I went out with my dog (with a big smile on my face.) I walked him longer than usual. I wanted to give time for my lover to get ready for whatever he was preparing, and to create an expectation for me to get back.

The same way, I wanted to create an expectation for myself.

While I walked my dog, I imagined what Mr P. was preparing for us. Would it be a wax scene? Was he preparing the handcuffs, whips and floggers? Was he going to ask me to dominate him?

The anticipation of sex is so delicious.

When I got home, I had an incredible vision: Mr P. was dressed in his army suit.

He was so hot in it. But so, so hot! I took my dog’s leash off, told him good night, grabbed Mr P.’s hand and dragged him to his bedroom, upstairs.

We started making out. My clothes flew around the room; his camouflage suit stayed on. The only thing that moved in the suit was the zip of the pants (that one had to be undone.) Ok, I grabbed it hard and pulled my man to me, dragging him through the camouflage suit, but I never undressed a piece from him.

We had an amazing fuck: me naked; he dressed in his camouflage suit. It was so intensely sexy and arousing!

I never thought a costume fantasy would be my thing. I still don’t think it is; I need to explore it more.

Mr P. is in the army, the suit it’s his; I feel it’s the power that comes with it, the ownership that makes me so horny. I’m not sure I’d feel the same if he dresses up in something it’s not him. I guess I’ll have to try.

Having my man dressed in an army suit, pinning me down on the bed and fucking me with desire, threw me to another dimension.

The realisation of the fantasy was spectacular. But it made me want more — a new fantasy was born from it.