I’m at a point in my life and my career that gives me great satisfaction. The sex-symbol image and typecasting that dogged me in my early days has given way to widespread acceptance of my skills as a serious actress

Along with the change in perceptions of me there have been changes in the way I see myself. Not changes in who I really am – that hasn’t changed at all – but rather changes in the way I feel I can present myself to the world. Now I can comfortably accept that my early image as a sexual woman reflects a very real part of who I am and always have been.

I also have developed a different perception of a certain kind of fan mail I get from a lot of men – accounts of their fantasies about me. They are often quite explicit and quite crude. I can identify those from the first line and immediately discard them. But some that I would have thrown away in the past now get my attention, as they are sexy in a way that appeals to me. A very few are sexy enough that I save them and occasionally re-read them.

The truth is that I like porn – and some of the male fantasies about me read like very good porn. It has recently happened that the messages of one fan (yes, he has written to me multiple times) have begun to please me and even to excite me. They have also aroused in me a desire to meet him and perhaps to indulge his fantasies along with the ones that I had begun to have about him.

Another thing I liked about Tom’s messages was his big cock. For a long time, I’d thought that size really didn’t matter much. I’d never had a cock that was either too small to please me or big enough to make any noticeable difference. But the first time I had one that was bigger than most, about seven inches, I felt something deep inside of me that was thrilling. It was some time before I realized that having the tip of the cock pushing against my cervix on those deep thrusts was what made the difference and had me cumming quickly – especially when the bumps against my cervix were simultaneous with the smashes of a lover’s body against my clit. Those two things happening at the same time were magic for me!

So I started looking for lovers with big cocks. Not long after that, I sought out a guy who was known in Hollywood for the size of his cock – and he was my first experience of a third element that made lovemaking more exciting – having my pussy stretched by a really thick cock. After that, I was never really pleased with a lover unless he gave me all three things – the hard smashes against my cervix and clit plus the stretching of my pussy.

If the pictures Tom sent could be believed, his cock was both longer and thicker than any I’d ever encountered. So I wrote back to Long Tom, as he signed his letters to me, and got his email address. He initially thought I was a fake, someone who was impersonating me as a way to scam him. So it took a second letter from me, with a picture of me that showed me reading one of his letters (and looking at a particular picture he had sent) to convince him it really was me.

That particular picture of his cock was especially appealing, as it showed a cock that was beautiful as well as very large. Along with being impaled on big cocks, I like pictures of them too, especially if they are well proportioned and nicely shaped. The picture Tom sent me was exactly the kind that I like, one that led me to indulge myself in thoughts about how good it would fit and feel in my mouth, my pussy, and my asshole (yeah, I do enjoy anal sex too and sometimes have the most mind-blowing orgasms that way).

Along with the beautiful picture, Tom sent a description in detail of how he wanted to make love with me – and it sounded exactly how I most enjoy sexual interactions with men.

So, to avoid an overlong introduction to my story, which I hate in the porn stories I read, I will tell you about meeting Tom and about the events that inspired me to decide to write this story and to share it with other lovers of porn stories.

We decided to meet in a hotel in the city where he lived, a city I was visiting for professional reasons. We had planned that he would be sitting at a table in the lounge/bar area, that I would see him gazing at me, and I would then walk over to sit at the table with him. We would introduce ourselves and then see how things went.

When I got to the bar area, I immediately recognized Tom from pictures he had sent me. In fact, he looked better than his pictures – ruggedly handsome and yet rather elegant in a fine suit, a blue shirt, and a truly beautiful floral tie. I pretended I didn’t see him, though, and sat at the bar, partly turned toward him. Then I pretended to notice that he was gazing at me and gave him a smile. And then I posed so he could take a picture of me.

And then I did something we hadn’t talked about – and he was quick to take another picture.

I don’t know exactly what made me display myself to him so brazenly – that isn’t really my style at all. But there was no one else in the bar (except the bartender, who was behind me), and I wanted Tom to know that we didn’t have to “see what happened” between us. I’d made my decision and wanted to fuck him.

I had also agreed that he could take all the pictures he liked. That would seem like part of the foreplay for me, since I do have an exhibitionist streak.

I walked to his table and sat down – but we didn’t sit for long. When the bartender looked our way, Tom glanced at me. I shook my head, and Tom signaled the bartender not to bother. Shortly after that, I stood up, took his hand, and led him to the elevator.

When we got to my room, I went to the bathroom and changed into something sexy. Coming out, I posed for Tom when I saw he was ready to take more pictures. This is my favorite.

I folded myself into his arms for our first kiss – and it was perfect, passionate and intimate.

It wasn’t long before we were both naked. I got on the bed and posed for him while he took several pictures.

When I tired of posing, I beckoned him to me and took his cock into my mouth.

I’ve never encountered a cock that was too big – but Tom’s is close. I wished I could take him all the way in, so my lips would be around the base of his cock. But to do that, the tip would have had to be far down my throat halfway to my stomach. I was able to take him about eight inches into my mouth, with perhaps three inches in my throat. That put my lips touching my hands, which were wrapped around the base of his cock. At that point, I was unable to breathe, so pumping his cock with my mouth and ramming it down my throat rapidly required exquisite breath control, something I’d developed doing yoga. It wasn’t just focus and effort on my part though — it was exciting to plunge my mouth down on his cock so far. I got turned on by it! My pussy started dribbling its juices down my legs when I sucked this enormous instrument of pleasure! I did wonder, though, whether it was too big to get all the way into my pussy and asshole.

My plan was to have his cum in my mouth so I could taste it and swallow it, which I love doing. I suppose I wanted to test his recovery time too. But he was holding off on cumming – so I began to tire before it could happen.