All us here obviously enjoy writing and/or reading about our cuckold fantasies / experiences.
Although occasionally (okay, many times), you come across a story that you suspect is not factually accurate, I personally rarely doubt that the author is sincere with their feelings - and that is good enough for me.
But in the past I've often asked myself, could I really handle it in real life?
The closest experience I have to help me answer that question occurred a few years ago with my last girl friend - that's right, I haven't dated anyone since then, because I was truly in love with this girl and our relationship was getting serious. Then I found out she cheated on me. We broke up soon after (for a variety of reasons, not just the cheating part).
But I was devastated. And one lonely night I found myself lying in my bed crying my eyes out and jerking off at the same time. I felt so hurt and rejected, and I took that pain and made it even more intense, twisting the proverbial knife into my own heart by conjuring up images in my mind of her getting fucked by this "other guy". Fucked better than I could ever hope to fuck her. It hurt like hell inside, but I came like a son-of-a-bitch that night.
Thinking about it now, I can't believe how these two powerful, yet conflicting emotions (being hurt, and enjoyment of cuckold), took hold of me.
For the record I started having cuckold fantasies since college. And interracial fantasies before that in my late teens. And I always wondered, is this what I really want? Could I really handle this in the real world?
How about you?
Although occasionally (okay, many times), you come across a story that you suspect is not factually accurate, I personally rarely doubt that the author is sincere with their feelings - and that is good enough for me.
But in the past I've often asked myself, could I really handle it in real life?
The closest experience I have to help me answer that question occurred a few years ago with my last girl friend - that's right, I haven't dated anyone since then, because I was truly in love with this girl and our relationship was getting serious. Then I found out she cheated on me. We broke up soon after (for a variety of reasons, not just the cheating part).
But I was devastated. And one lonely night I found myself lying in my bed crying my eyes out and jerking off at the same time. I felt so hurt and rejected, and I took that pain and made it even more intense, twisting the proverbial knife into my own heart by conjuring up images in my mind of her getting fucked by this "other guy". Fucked better than I could ever hope to fuck her. It hurt like hell inside, but I came like a son-of-a-bitch that night.
Thinking about it now, I can't believe how these two powerful, yet conflicting emotions (being hurt, and enjoyment of cuckold), took hold of me.
For the record I started having cuckold fantasies since college. And interracial fantasies before that in my late teens. And I always wondered, is this what I really want? Could I really handle this in the real world?
How about you?