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Originally Posted by pjorourke
Alright, the assumption for any post in this thread is that it is pure FICTION and was a once in a lifetime experience. Is that an adequate disclaimer.
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I once imagined a charming man offering to walk me to my place in the late hours of night, in the dead of winter. Somehow we would end up laying in a stranger's driveway, having sex on icy asphalt. I imagine that the second the sex was over, it would be suddenly really really cold. It can be amazing how much heat your body can generate - so I'm told.
I also had a fantasy of being masturbated to orgasm in the midst of watching a long theatrical production. Nor could I forget my favorite dream of reaching ecstasy while eating my desert at a high end restaurant.
I think I wrote a story once, where I had long travels abroad. Pleased to be going home, I'd have a plaything flown in hours earlier, waiting to pleasure me, I would walk in to find him naked and ready. Though I'd have every intention of using him as I pleased, somehow the tables would turn, and after a fierce lashing with a belt, clumsy animalistic need would find us taking each other on the floor. He'd leave me immediately afterward and I head home.
Or a stroll after dinner ending in a back alley, with me on my knees, because I was overwhelmed with the sudden need to feel him thrusting into my mouth - evening gowns can be a burdensome in such moments (I imagine).
I've daydreamed of long flights where his hands wander under my covers and into my body, stewardesses oblivious to my shivering thighs.
And one of my favorites things to ponder is a woman taking me as her pet to a night club, removing my panties, demanding I bend over as she lifts my skirt and slaps my ass till it turned red, surrounded by stunned onlookers, ending in applause.
Or being ready to leave after just finished playing, and his sudden second wave or need overwhelming him, as he lifts me, legs wrapped around his waste, taken against the front door.
I've always wanted to use a man's body all evening, then waking him every few hours throughout the night and never let him have blissful release until the next day.
My mind is full of delicious moments of fiction - after all I' write as a hobby.
Spill....
