Wish I were a Girl...

...with a perfectly gorgeous ass like this and two deep dimples so that Real Men would grab me from behind, put their rough, callused thumbs into my dimples and pull my trembling hips back to slowly but steadily insert their purple, throbbing cock heads insistently into my most private aperture, stretching, widening, sweetly, smoothly going deeper, and deeper, so slow, so deep, when will it end, deeper, wider, so private, so invading, infiltrating my vulnerability, deeper yet until their hips are perfectly cupped by the springy, flawless cheeks of my ass. Possessed fully, fillingly, stuffed with strange cock feeling so warm and delicious, unable to resist the compulsion to push back deeper on that big cock and moaning like a freshly liberated slut, who now, and only at such times really knows what she is, what she was made for, and eternally grateful for the Men that discovered and released this nadir of desire. I would moan and squeak like a little girl and long for the cock to pull out, as it began, feeling so sweet, such poignant friction, so relieving, so wanting, so hot until a sudden panic, "no! no don't pull out any farther, no, please stop, stop, I can't stand your wonderful cock leaving me. Stay there. Stay in there forever. Go deeper, go faster, faster, God I love your magnificent manhood."

The fondest fantasy of mine, being that girl, would be to become a big, hot cocked man so that I could give this exquisite, singular joy to other beauties, too coy to want it, too vanilla to ever consider it, too powerful over men to ever let one be fresh, dirty and perverted in this way with her. Yearning to empower and liberate the uninhibited, truly alive sex slut buried and denied deep inside.