Anyone else find themselves fantasizing more about the moments leading up to fucking than the actual fucking itself? For the past few days, all I can think about it taking off a woman’s clothes. Ripping her shirt open, unsnapping her bra, gripping her thong and forcing it out of the way. That sexy sound of a zipper being undone, the wonderful piles of discarded clothes growing ever taller, the socks left on because fuck it that’s close enough to being naked. Not to mention varying the speed of undress from a striptease to just going all Hulk-like on a t-shirt. Makes me almost want to go shopping but then that just leads to changing room sex and that’s a whole other fantasy 😉