Grounding Fantasies

 So, I may have mentioned this before, ~I'm totes not sure~ but I'm pretty gay now.

Okay, okay, sorry, I know that's all I write about, but goshdarnit it's something that makes me so dang happy that I can't help but gush about it, okay?? (Also, it's kind of what this whole blog's about, anyways.)

What I haven't discussed before, however, is what my "grounding fantasy" is.

I mean, I've written about it. But those writings either end up deleted, or in drafts. It's just a very difficult thing to write about because it's so personal, so intimate, and so exciting that it's easy to get lost in tangents without end.

But now that I can't shut up about my obsession with jockstraps on twitter (seriously... it's kind of a problem... send help...) I figured this would be as good a time as any to explore both things.

HOWEVER, before diving into what happens within my fantasy, I want to explain first what a "grounding fantasy" is:

A "grounding fantasy" is a sort of "happy place" / "#goals scene" I dreamed up (and can recall at will) that serves as a reinforcement of where I want this journey to take me. So it borrows elements from all aspects of my faggotization and combines them into one powerful fantasy that I use to center myself, to not lose sight of what I want. So if I ever feel like I need some motivation, or like things aren't heading where I want them to, I just conjure up this fantasy and I'm back on track.

"So, what's in this fantasy of yours, then," you ask. Well, let me tell ya...

It's me sitting at a bar.

But it's not just any bar, it's a gay bar.

And I'm not just sitting at this bar, I'm sitting as far back on my stool as possible, and leaning forward, so that my ass hangs out a good bit.

And I want my ass to hang out because I'm dressed like a gay cd slut - from top to bottom I'm wearing a blonde wig, lots of makeup, a tiny shirt that barely covers my breasts (which aren't really mine, but a silicone breastplate), a tiny inch-long skirt, fishnet tights, heels. And, not-at-all covered by my skirt, I'm wearing a jockstrap that hides my locked clitty, and frames and exposes my ass to everyone who turns my way.

Oh, and I'm also wearing a pretty jeweled plug, so everyone can see I'm ready to play.

And that's how this fantasy begins: me sitting there, with my ass completely exposed to a bunch of men in a bar.

What happens next depends on how I'm feeling that day. Maybe a man will come over, buy me a drink, play with my plug for a bit, take me back to his place later. Or maybe a couple of men will come over and, after rubbing their thick bulges and chatting for a couple of minutes, we head over to the bathroom and before I know it I've had more than just a couple of cocks inside me, and my makeup's all runny with cum.

Sometimes instead of a regular plug I'll be wearing a hollow one, just because it's kinkier that way.

Other times I'll be wearing one of those silicone sleeves, and man after man will come behind me, unzip, and fuck me, all while pretending he's just standing there.

Occasionally I won't even be wearing a plug, so they can fuck me while standing but I can feel their raw cocks filling me up with their cum, while I'm sitting on my stool, sipping on some free drinks.

Soooooooooooo... That's one of my grounding fantasies.

And I have others. Like chilling in a pool, only to spot a tall, handsome, muscular man sitting nearby, with his legs spread wide revealing a massive bulge in his tight speedos, just waiting for me. And I approach him, get on my knees, hands resting on his beefy legs (he doesn't skip leg day), and just nuzzle and kiss that bulge all over before peeling his swimsuit off to reveal this massive cock that's thicker and juicier than any I've ever seen. And that's usually where this particular fantasy ends (because if I keep going I do cummies...seriously).

So, you can see why I keep them around - they're very detailed and very powerful. In fact, thanks to them I can't remember when I last fantasized about women. 

Now, will they ever become reality? Not likely. I mean, I'd love it if they did, but for starters I don't drink, and even when I did bars weren't my thing. Could I make an exception one day and give it a shot? Maybe. But I've lots of work to do before then, and who knows? Maybe I'll have even more powerful fantasies to pursue by then!

Regardless, it feels really good to finally share this with all of you, so thank you for reading! <3

 

PS: if any of you, fine folks reading this, have any grounding fantasies of your own, please share them!