I've only been fucked raw once. I took it up the ass, because I didn't want to get pregnant. There was something so divine about feeling his skin against my skin like that. I didn't feel the wet warmth I pictured I would when he shot inside me, but I could feel when his dick tensed as he ejaculated.

I'm not on birth control and won't get on it. But I want to get fucked raw in my pussy anyway. I'm just sitting around and edging all morning, running my fingers over the inside inch of my soaking cunt and jerking my throbbing t-prick and trying to imagine how it would feel, skin to skin. I bet in my cunt, I'd be able to feel his load spray.

There is just something about the skin. I've always been a foreskin lover, personally, I like how it moves. I want to feel the feverish, heated, aroused skin and the erection moving through it. I want to know the foreskin is sliding back and forth over the wet glans inside me, there is something so much more erotic about the protected head, all sensitive, peeking out because the inward thrust in my tight pussy pulled it back just so that his slit could graze my fertile cervix.

I don't want to get pregnant, but I want to get bred so bad. The whole idea makes my useless, edged, denied cunt clench around nothing.

In my fantasy, we start by jerking each other off. I love fucking cis guys and watching them touch me and marvel at me, since usually I'm the first man they've met with a cunt. I love how moony-eyed and aroused they get about the novelty of it. I want to jerk his dick all slow and tease and edge him while he figures it out and just stares and touches at the way I clench and quiver and leak. I want him to think so much about what it will be like to fuck into me while I'm touching him and thinking the same thing. Straight up fetishizing each other, learning one another's bits like we're sex toys.

I think then, I want to frot. Just lay him back, and straddle him, so I can run my fat t-cock up and down his hard prick and we can hump against each other. I want to edge like that a little, so he can feel my pussy twitch and leak against the underside of his shaft and want it that much more. By the time I push him inside me, I want to feel so desperate for it I could die.

And when we do, I want to edge then, too. I want to go slow, and tease him, tease myself, drawing it out as long and slow and soft as possible until he can't take it anymore. I'll give him breaks, pulling out and jerking myself in front of him until he comes down from his own edge and go again. Over and over, in this edging hell of raw fucking with no release.

And then in my fantasy, he gives in first, and he fucks the hell out of me. I make sure I don't cum, because I'm obsessed with winning, I make sure I feel it when I finally get that hot throbbing load inside me for the first time, and then, once he's spent and coming down, I'll lie there and use his cum to edge one more time, just to find out how it feels on my cunt lips and t-dick.

I'm throbbing thinking about it. I'm so fucking wet. It's been two hours. It's so hard to keep stopping myself from cumming.