So, what is your greatest SENSual fantasy? It can, or not, involve sex, but it has to be sensual, not just raw, hard sex.
The slow version:
There’s always music. Some slow Pink Floyd, Mazzy Star, Jeff Buckley. It’s someone who knows me very well, someone who has never made love to me before. It would be very hot and there’s no air conditioning,maybe a ceiling fan. I’m nervous and excited. This is someone who understands Touch. His/her hands would be on my face, neck, everywhere. My hands would be raised above my head and bound together. I would be blindfolded. I would be fed while bound and blind – fruit slices, ice, milk. It would be messy and running down my chin onto my breasts. I would be naked and feel unnervingly exposed, which is also extremely arousing to me.
The fast version:
I answer the door in a flimsy, short robe. I’ve barely tied it closed. He picks me up and throws everything off the kitchen counter onto the floor, then spreads my legs and fucks me really hard and fast without even taking off his pants. In the fantasy I can vividly feel that I am holding on to the cabinet door and I can see his face when he cums. Then I say, “How was work?”
Well, it involves a 2 by 4, a stick of frozen butter, a hardwood floor, three average-length nails, and a beautiful woman.
Of course, you could take out the first 4 items–they were just sitting around on the kitchen table anyway…
Well, congratulations, guys! To be honest, I had no idea either of you swung that way. But hey, we’re openminded here. There’s nothing wrong with it!
I’m so glad the two of you found each other!
I have too many of these to recount, so I’ll just share the "off to work . . . " one.
It starts out with either myself or my wife (this is once I’m married) going off to work. Whoever isn’t off to work kisses the other. OTW person comes back for another kiss. Then walks out the door, shutting it behind him/her.
About five seconds later OTW person comes rushing back in and both people start stripping clothes off like there’s no tomorrow and hurry to the bedroom, but they don’t make it and end up against the stove, which isn’t turned on (and doesn’t, for my purposes, get turned on).
I’m sitting at a theater with my GF. We’re just holding hands, when I lean over and start nuzzling and sucking on her neck, just below her ear. She moans soflty, then grabs my face and kisses me hard and fast, her tongue moving in my mouth. My hand finds her breast, and rubs her nipple through her bra. I suck on her lower lip.Her hand finds my thigh, then caresses my erection through my jeans. She begins to undo my fly, then she rubs my dick nice and slow.
We’re in one of those new theaters with the swing up armrests. She swings it up, leans over, and takes me in her mouth. She teases me for a while, then slides her panties off (She’s wearing a skirt, of course). She slides onto my lap, facing away from me, and I impale her. I’m pulling her hair as she rides me, and we have to be quiet, so no one else in the theater hears us. I fuck her harder, as she braces herself on the seatback in front of us.
Audrey: Baglady and I made an attempt at the Waikiki Beach thing and it is simply too well lit with too many people (even in the middle of the night). But the lifeguard stands do provide some cover. Ala Moana Beach is better for this kind of activity.
But since we are talking fantasies all that may not be very relevant.
Oh, and another thing Audrey, isn’t it great that UH does no account maintenance (I was just checking out your web page)? I still have my UH shell account and it has been two years since I got my masters and left Hawaii.
Every time they send out one of those “This disk is 99% full messages” I wonder how much it would help if they just sat down and cleaned up the accounts.
BACK OT:
My sensual fantasy (one of them anyway) would be sitting on a bus or BART train or something and making eye contact with a woman on the train. Our eyes lock and the sparks immediately fly. Sitting/standing there we hold each others gaze and we both know that if we were somewhere at all private we’d already be naked and exploring each other’s bodies. As we continue the gaze we are both getting a bit “hot and bothered”. I adjust my collar, she wipes a drop of sweat from her neck.
Then the train/bus reaches my stop, and I get off (YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!).
Damn straight I did–where do you keep yours? You see, if the table is upside-down, with all the aforementioned items between it and the floor, the floor–in a sense–is on the table. You see, my personal gravity is reversed in this fantasy, so I sorta have to use it this way…
I’m lost in the woods and have been for about 24 hours. I’m dirty, bruised (but not seriously hurt), exhausted, beat down, and, of course, my clothes are torn a little, like a chick in a Sam Raimi film. I finally find a cabin in the middle of nowhere. A guy (who usually looks like David Patrick Kelly, but temporarily looks like Hugh Jackman as Wolverine) answers my knock. He lets me in, gives me some toast and chicken soup, tends to my cuts and bruises, then starts heating water so I can wash up. He politely looks away while I peel off my clothes, but gee, it takes a long time for water to boil at this altitude…
