Finally, Freedom in My Divorce Day Fantasy

So I got divorced a few months back. It was rough at first, but now it's like...I can finally live my life again. No more sneaking around for sex, no more feeling guilty about how much I wanted to get out of the marriage. The day after the divorce papers were final, I decided to celebrate by indulging in a fantasy that had been building up over the years but was too taboo while we were together. I set things up at home one afternoon when everyone else was busy. I even put on some music with a sultry beat to get into the mood. Then I just started, touching myself, imagining the most dominant stranger coming in and taking control. It wasn't about him dominating me exactly, more like dominating my body without any of that bullshit we had with my ex. He was tall, rough, tattooed all over...and he knew how to make me come. I closed my eyes, pretending I could smell his cologne, feel the hard ridges of his abs pressing against me as I spread my legs for him. The way he took charge and made everything about what he wanted was such a contrast from the half-hearted foreplay with my husband. With this fantasy guy, it was all about pushing boundaries, making me beg for more. He forced entry, driving deep inside and holding still to stretch me out until I begged for harder, faster, whatever it took. I touched myself hard, pumping my clit while he pounded into me over the kitchen island, pinning my arms down on either side of the counter with his strong hands. His grunts turned me on more than anything else, he was getting off just as much from controlling me like this. I could feel how thick and heavy his cock was when it pulled back out before slamming in again, stretching me tight. He let go of my wrists to slide a finger into my dripping slit, teasing my swollen clit until I screamed at him to fuck me harder already. When he finally did, ramming balls-deep as deep as possible over and over, I came almost instantly, the orgasm so intense that it made me feel weak in the knees with relief. He held me there until I was done shuddering around his throbbing cock before letting me go limp on top of him. Afterwards, when reality came back and my body cooled down, I felt this weird sense of satisfaction. It's not like I want to get involved or anything, I'm just happy that I don't have to hide these fantasies anymore now that the marriage is over. Maybe one day I'll take it a step further, but for now, living out these moments in private feels perfect.