Who am I? I'm not sure I really know. There's the part of me I show to the world, and the part of me I keep to myself. There is a mask that I wear to hide my shadow from the world, the shadow that I am slowly learning to embrace, but what's underneath? That's what I want to explore here though writing.

What is this shadow? It's the part of you that lurks in the background, ever present, but often willfully ignored, swept under the carpet, or more appropriately, hidden in the depths of your mind. It's the dark desires that creep into your thoughts, the forbidden fruit tree who's sweet, crisp fruits you desperately want to take inside your mouth and taste the juices. But you feel as though it's somehow wrong. You think it's not allowed to have such desires, to curiously and excitedly imagine such things considered by polite society. This is where I find myself. I have thoughts, dirty thoughts, highly sexually charged thoughts. Thoughts that if the people around me knew I was thinking, they'd likely tell me I was wrong, or perverted, or grotesque.

Sometime they come as dreams in the night, a blur of bodies, sensations and vivid images flashing though my mind. So real at the time you could swear it was the true reality. And yet, upon awakening, barely memorable. If it wasn't for my long, thick, throbbing cock left pulsating against my abdomen, twitching in time with my heartbeat, hot sticky cum showered all over my chest and abs - you'd be forgiven for thinking it never happened. But the hard evidence is there for all the world to see, except it's just me in the bed, and I didn't take a picture to share.

Other times they come as a flash of intrusive thoughts, though I must confess I don't resist them much when they cum. The only real push-back is in my imagination, as I daydream about the girl sat opposite me on the train, just the two of us in the small cabin. In my mind, she is bent over in front of me, soft breasts pressed into the table whilst my thick cock is sliding slowly into her tight pussy, my cum dripping down her legs. We both breathe heavily as my thrusts slow down to a gentle, intimate motion, catching our breath after such an intense outburst of energy and passion. My hand around her throat, gently tilting her head back as I look into her big beautiful eyes and gently kiss her soft lips. We close our eyes, and with one sense closed, other senses increase. I feel her lips on mine, my hand on her throat, the other grabbing her hip. My cock, pulsating and twitching at the slightest movement, so sensitive I can barely keep myself inside her. As I slowly start to pull out, she pushes her hips back into me and thrusts my cock deep inside her once more. I let out a soft moan, and we open our eyes and they lock, as she keeps sliding herself up and down the length of my shaft. I almost can't take it, my dick is still so sensitive and yet the look in her eyes makes me know I have to give her more. I'm gonna fuck her so hard. I have to, our bodies command it. I start pumping my legs, and we get into a rhythm, gentle at first, slowly building up into a fast pace, the delightful clapping noise of her thick ass bouncing off my groin. Our eyes still locked, we build up louder, and louder, every passing moment the sensations are getting stronger, her wet pussy is slipping all over my cock and my cum has made her creamy pussy utterly irresistible. Louder, harder, faster, it builds and builds, our moans and breathing reaching an intensity even higher than before, a huge sensation is building up inside me - "I'm gonna cum again, I'm so close to cumming, oh, shit, shit, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard!" I groan. "Do it, do it! give it to me, I want your cum so bad, please fill my wet little pussy oh god please give it to me please please please!" she cries out. "Harder, Harder!" she yells. "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cu.." A sudden jolt. My head slips off my hand and bangs against the window. Startled, I snap back to reality, my vision of lust vanished, my coffee spilt, my cock raging in my shorts, the girl staring out the window, headphones in, oblivious to the ecstasy happening in my mind. Jesus Christ if she even looks at me know with those big beautiful eyes I'm probably going to cum in my shorts on the spot. My eyes wander down her body to her breasts, barely hidden by the low cut top she's wearing. She's clearly not wearing a bra either, and I can just about make out her nipples, every so slightly hard in this ever so slightly cold cabin. My eyes look away, I can barely move for fear of drenching myself in cum. After a minute or two I've calmed down a bit, no longer is there any sensitive explosive ordnance on board, and we are all safe. Well done team, we did it. As our train continues snaking it's way through the mountains, I wonder if she'd going to the same ski resort as me. She certainly looks the part. Athletic, braids in her hair, a wistful stare at the mountains in the distance. Maybe she does ski. If she does, maybe I'll bump into her at an après bar. If I do, maybe we'll... and the daydream starts anew, as my head leans back onto my hand, I close my eyes, and I slip into another vivid fantasy - and another wet, pink pussy.

It this ease of my mind thinking vivid, highly sexual thoughts that I've always tried to hide. I don't think it's normal, I certainly don't know anyone else who's thought patterns are so sexual. But perhaps they're all wearing masks too? I'll probably never know, but I've given up trying to suppress myself. I've wanted to write about this for a while, and now that I've found this website I'm going to write my experiences, my dreams, imaginations, and my lustful desires out so that I release them into the world, and so that I can finally embrace my shadow. I hope you can enjoy them all, may they excite you as much as they excite me. Better they make you cum, than drive me crazy.

Let me know your thoughts on what I write, I'd appreciate feedback, comments and constructive criticism. If they turned you on enough to see you though, let me know, so I know my words are effective. Also, I think it would be fun to know. Imagine, - I have an intrusive thought in one part of the world, and that thought manages to make you cum in another part of the world, via the medium of plastic, electricity and metals.

Funny isn't it. x