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Sexual Fantasy

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Mar 312014

Wikipedia describes a sexual fantasy as “a mental image or pattern of thought that stirs a person’s sexuality and can create or enhance sexual arousal. A sexual fantasy resides entirely in a person’s mind and can be created by the person’s imagination, mental recollection or thought.”

Sexual fantasies are completely normal. You can question your fantasies. I’m sure many people do. Ask yourself what shapes them; but there’s nothing’s wrong with having them. And there’s nothing wrong with talking about them.

Sharing doesn’t come easy for everyone, and it doesn’t have to. Some people store their erotic worlds away and save them for themselves. They have a defined place that their mind goes during sexual encounters.

But what happens when you want to bring a fantasy to life? Sometimes chasing a fantasy can feel like trying to grab a handful of wind. Having a partner who you trust completely is a big plus. You’re really in the running if they are as interested in it as you.

Having a partner or finding one for your fantasy scene should be completely open for all of those involved. Communication is everything, right? Unfortunately, bringing to life those moments that you’ve created in your mind might be difficult to do. So, what happens when fantasy becomes a reality?

If the scene you set up wasn’t quite what you bargained for, is your fantasy over? Do you ever have it again; or is it ruined for you? If acting out the erotic fantasy comes off without a hitch, do you go back for more?

T.M.I. Tuesday – Taboo & Fantasy

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Sep 242013

TMI Tuesday: September 24, 2013

More questions submitted by TMI Tuesday players, on June 16, as a response to that week’s bonus question. Thank you again! This week is all about Taboo, tickles, and fantasy.

From http://propertyofpotter.com :
1. What strange areas of your body are ticklish?

Nothing odd… just my sides and my armpicks. Yes, we call them armpicks.

From https://scarletrosevixen.wordpress.com :
2. What is something you are interested in sexually, but only on a purely fantasy level? Something that you think about but could never fully act on. Ohhh no… you’re not trapping me into that on here. I don’t even think it’s legal in most states.

From http://truepleasuresreviews.com :
3. If you could have a week of the best sex ever in human history but you had to have a fish head as your head for the rest of your life, after that week, would you do it? No, not for a fish head.

From http://sexualitysanctuary.blogspot.ca :
4. What do you consider taboo and have you ever ventured into this territory? Was it a great, good, bad or horrific experience? My God, I’ve done so much of what “mainstream” would consider “taboo” that I don’t know where to start. Most of them have been good. I’m still in line for spankings.

From http://www.shadowedseductress.com :
5. What part of your body do you consider the most unusual that you enjoy being stimulated? My feet. I never realized until a few years ago just how much I love to have them rubbed. Heaven!

Bonus:

From http://herprivateisland.com :
If you could make a porn film/video with any celebrity, who would it be and why? Channing Tatum. You’re asking Why? O.o

T.M.I. Tuesday 9.3.2013 – Do You Wanna Ride?

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Sep 032013

Do you wanna ride?

Today’s TMI Tuesday is all about your ride–your car, your moto, your bike–your regular mode of transport, and of course sex ;-)

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1. What type of vehicle do you use regularly? Truck, car, bike, etc

I drive a 2013 Challenger

2. Do you use public transportation–bus, train, metro/subway, cab? How often?

No and no. I’ve been in a cab a few times in Vegas and New York. I don’t wish that on anyone. Vegas cab drivers drive like they’re hopped up on goofballs and yellow-bombers.

3. Have you ever had sex in/on public transportation? Tell us about it? Yes, cars, trucks. Pick one.

4. I know most of you have had sex in a car or truck but how many times have you had sex in your present vehicle? None, actually. It’s brand new and I don’t want to ruin the upholstery.

5. When was the last time you had sex in car or truck type vehicle? Was it with a known person or a stranger? Well, it wasn’t sex, but mutual masturbation, and that was a few months ago.

6. Have you ever had sex on a bicycle or motorcycle? Seriously? A bicycle? I wouldn’t even know how to incorporate that laying down.

7. Stick shift or manual? Why? Either. I grew up on a stick. I have racing paddles on my car now.

8. Ever had sex on the hood of a car? (Hood = The part of a car that covers the engine and that can be raised. The British word is bonnet.) No. I’m rough. I’m sure I’d dent that shit.

Bonus: You are walking down the street. A very sexy and nude person (gender of your choice) pulls up next to you in their shiny new Mercedes Benz, they lower the window and say, “Do you want to ride in my Mercedes?” What do you do? Tell us what you want to do on that ride? I’d say no, but I’ll race you.

Bonus, bonus: What is the sexiest thing you have ever done in a vehicle? TH and I fucked in a bank parking lot, in front of the cameras. I was late for work that night.

Cry

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Feb 062013

What if we both weren’t two takers.

It’s not even love. It’s as if love, loyalty and compersion all melded together.

I’ve felt the warmth of your heart, but not the heat. It’s a position that I fell into while being honest with you. Sometimes crying with me made me feel like I was hurting you. It made me not want to speak of anything at all. Your tears are more painful to me than the initial hurt that I’d suffered, and far more painful than any hurt I could bare thereafter.

Does she even know?

He Made Me Cum From Twitter

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Aug 222012

A while back I had a slightly flirtatious and extremely short back and forth with a twitter follower. There’s nothing special about this certain follower. We don’t talk that often. I follow him. He follows me. We tweet occasionally. He made the comment about putting me over his knee. Maybe it was the right words at the right moment. I was expecting a package that day for my Njoy Pure Plug. I was anxious for it to come and had even mentioned it on twitter. Needless to say, I had anal on my mind. The exchange happened right before I decided to lay down and take a nap. Before I take naps, I’ll get off. A hard, nasty orgasm helps me sleep. What can I say, I love getting a dirty one in before a nap. I have no idea why. One other thing, before we move on – I’d been testing out the Pure Wand before writing my review for it.

So, all of that combined – and the next thing you know – I’m getting off to the thought of being spanked and fucked in the ass by one of my twitter followers. I mentioned in my Pure Wand review that one of that ways that I found most pleasurable to use it was laying on my side and humping it. Well, this little masturbation session was how I figured that out. Now, the only thing that could have made this better was if if I had already received my Pure Plug, because I really… really… wanted something in my ass while I was getting off.

I’ve had a recent issue with giving pain and wanting more of it for myself. (I wrote about that in I’m Rough on ‘Em.) I’m guessing that’s why the spanking that I received during my fantasy was more than just a normal spanking. It was harder, longer, and with much more intensity. This spanking wasn’t for me, it was for him. I loved it. My ass burned as he hit me, and I wanted more. I wanted him to continue until his fucking arm fell off. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since my last spanking. I was close to cumming, but I was still fixated on getting fucked in the ass. I wanted his cock there. It’s wonderful how a fantasy can just slip from one stage to another. That’s what mine did. My orgasm built when he entered my ass, but he wasn’t slow. He was much harder and rougher than I can take in real life. His hands spread my fat ass cheeks, still burning from abuse. I didn’t whimper or cry. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted it as hard as he could give it. I’m much more brave in my fantasyland.

I humped the piece of hard steel that was shoved in my snatch while I slid my Mimi back and forth against my clit . When my body finally gave in, my cunt soaked the big ball of the Pure Wand and I grunted while my body seemed to curve around both toys and what they’d helped my fantasy create. It was one of the most vivid fantasies and orgasms that I’ve had in a while.

Discovering a Daddy

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Mar 082012

They were almost as nervous as they were turned on. They were being propelled by excitement into a place that neither of them had been before but both of them had sexually fantasized about.

…and fantasized about too many times to turn back now.

She just talked to him by messenger at first, then by text and sometimes phone.

It was so that she could reach him as she got more needy. She got more needy… really quickly.

He was more icked about it than she was, until his cock was hard and he was needy for his little girl’s warm, wet flesh.

At first, she’d read and re-read all the messages and be Daddy’s little whore more times than anyone knew.

It was as if she really was keeping that secret he’d told her too.

And of course she was just as innocent as any little girl.

She wasn’t doing anything… wrong. ‘

It was just new and she didn’t know how she felt about it.

…but that wasn’t true

He didn’t know how he felt about it.

…she had decided exactly how she felt about it .

She wanted a Daddy.

Suffering Love

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Apr 302010

I was in the shower. You were leaning against the vanity with your arms crossed. You were wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans, maybe basketball shorts, I can’t remember. I’m just sure of the sweatshirt.

I was ripping you a new one while shaving my legs. My right leg was perched on the edge of the shower. I was in a rush to go meet K. I was blaming you for he and I even being together. I was hateful to you.

You came over and sat on the toilet seat. Your elbows found your knees. Your head found your hands. I got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself. I hadn’t dried off, though. My hair was wet, and the whole room was so cold to me. I forced my way into your lap, wrapped myself around you and kissed those horrible things away. I kissed your face. God, your face, your eyes.

I can suck all of your pain away with my lips. Every time I think of you, it always goes back to the same thing. I want to kiss your face. I want to lay you down and touch your face and love you, touch your eyelids with my lips, put my face in your neck and hold you tightly.

Would you sleep like that?

With your head against my breasts, my arms around you, my legs around yours?

I’m rambling.

I can remember standing there, looking at where I could see this almost taking place. I chastise myself for wasting time. I’m always late. I asked him again that day if he’d been reading you.

I used to only imagine suffering for you, at your hands.

At some point that changed.

I don’t know why. Now, my focus is more actively loving you. I don’t know if you’ve led a life where you need things in your past sucked out and stomped to death, but I do. How wonderful if one person could eat those things and they could never touch me again. I would do that for you. I think that’s what love is, in an odd way.

I play with the thought of love with others, but deep love, suffering love, is amazing. What I’ve felt of it.

I am going to meet you one day, I hope.

I would love to suffer for you.

I wanted you to have this last night.

I didn’t want you to go to bed without hearing from me.

Erect Cock Virgin

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Jan 142010

What was your first experience with an erect cock?

Sweet, little, southern, Christian girl, straight home from cheerleading practice, sneaks her then boyfriend over for an hour or so before her Mom gets home from work.

I had on just a pair of black cotton panties and a white long sleeved button down shirt, all the buttons undone. I had taken off my own pants and my bra was gone before he’d even gotten there. I have always had nice, full tits, and I had known what I was doing in losing the bra. I just remember trying to plan everything so carefully. Oh God was I nervous! When he got there he was instantly touching me, and I was on the couch, my Mom’s cream, floral couch, something my Grandmother had helped to pick out, no doubt. Here’s what I think of your couch, Grandmother, and not to mention overall floral prints, too.

He was on top of me, between my legs, and his cock was hard. He just had his underwear on, and we weren’t really looking at each other as much as he was attacking my face like a hungry animal, grabbing at my tits and not sure what to do with one when he had it, but when he did happen to graze a nipple I would hiss and arch, and he would freak for a nano-moment, seem not to understand, then go back to his activities. I could feel how hard he was. He was pressing against me and God he was so hard. I can remember how almost uncomfortable it was for him to touch me.

I got up and asked him if he was thirsty and wanted something to drink. I walked into the kitchen. I was so ridiculous. Looking back, he is the most passive person in the world. But then, in my perfect little fantasy (yes, even then) my make-out sessions included a little more “I am Man, you are… Mine!”… I wanted a little wrist pinning, hands in the hair, snatching off the rest of my clothes and “taking it if you want it”. I guess I never thought about it that way, but had it been with the right person, I would have easily lost my virginity that day. Instead, I was way frustrated, so at some point I decided to make the best of it, and use it as a learning experience.

I slowed his kissing, sat him down, straddling him, took my time and just enjoyed him. Through my panties I could feel the pressure of his cock rubbing up against my clit, as I moved against him. I gently introduced him to my nipples, and I got off. Afterward, I reached inside his underwear and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had no idea what I was going to do. I’d never touched one before. Thank God I didn’t have much to worry about. Before my hand really even closed, he grabbed me tightly and blew with a loud cry that made me jump. It scared me, and I know I jerked his cock some. God knows how that felt.

I was just some chick who had no idea what to do or even what I was willing to do. I knew what I wanted, but was too afraid to say it.

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