Maraschino. That’s the Italian name, properly pronounced mahraskeeno, but we Anglos don’t know how to pronounce anything so we end up with merrasheeno.
I skimmed down and caught “fur” and promptly had a hideous flashback to one of those “What do YOU call female genitalia?” threads.
The word “furburger” was used. It makes me squirm and laugh all at the same time.
[sup][sub]OK, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.[/sub][/sup]
You mean it’s not merascino? Hmmm… no wonder it tok me so long to learn Italian phonics…
My fantasy would be for children around the world to forget their hatred and agression they’ve learned, and hold hands in an unbreakable chain of love and sing of joy and euphoric happiness that rings from the mountaintops and travels through the oceans like the mesmeric chanting of whales.
Oh, sexual fantasy? I dunno…I guess it would be the same thing. Except all the children would wear lederhosen.
Awww…okay. No need to make fun of my misuse of the word/phrase “in lieu” anymore, we already know I’m stupid.
Tying someone (well, someone in particular…) to the bed and teasing them until they nearly die and then giving them the best orgasm they have ever…or will ever…have.
Um, not that I know of, well, my name’s not vulpina but I’d greatly enjoy being your mistress 
If you like that, try the early Jack Chalker "Well World books, or H. Allan Smith’s ** The Age of the Tail**
I suspect this one is really common. I’ll bet there’s at least one website devoted to it.
Right now I am fantasizing about eating a big bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios…Hey! There is a box in the cupboard! Well, I’ll be damned! It looks like MY fantasy is coming true.
I win.
I read Midnight at the Well of Souls long, long ago, and apparently it didn’t engage me enough to continue the series. I’ll look around for The Age of the Tail, but honestly, I’ve mostly grown to prefer hard SF. Though I have been known to delve into the more fantastic stuff on occasion, for nostalgic reasons. In fact, after finding an old copy of Dare at Cliff’s Books in Pasadena (the same edition I owned before!) I went on a Philip Jose Farmer kick and read a bunch of his old stuff.
Oops - - this is a fantasy thread.
(We now return you to your regularly scheduled fantasy.)
Fantasy
What exactly is your fantasy?
Tell me. Please, have faith in me.
Maybe I’ll be the one to make it reality.
In all honesty, what is your fantasy?
To ease your mind
I’ll begin by explaining mine.
Taking our time as we head to my room
A chamber filled with elegance,
A cell encircled with your essence.
An aroma so enchanting
Along with an appeal so entrancing,
Angels dancing and fairies prancing,
Everlasting is the idea I am planning.
Place your hand in mine and follow my lead.
Allow your heart to be free.
For this fantasy shall soon be reality.
Treating you like my King,
Bringing you to realms that seem unseen.
Within my dreams, candle lights glisten
The softest of whispers echo gently, listen.
Welcome to a prison, my prison of passion.
Trapped in eternity if it’s your fantasy.
Or to be let free instantly if you plead.
The luxury of a God is waiting,
Covered with velvet sheets and silk pillow casings.
Scattered amongst the flooring,
Red rose petals to add a touch of coloring.
Veiled from each of the four bedposts
A white cloth, to cape us by a wall of ghosts.
Privacy presented to you and me,
Simply to fulfill a long time fantasy.
An enormous hearth emits a glowing fire,
Heating the room and lighting our desire.
Champaign on ice with strawberries on side,
Your lips do entice, and said again
There is nothing to hide.
There is nothing to fright,
I only wish for you to feel all right.
How much ecstasy is possible in one fantasy?
Infinite; that’s how much I hold within me.
I want to share the affection,
I wish to give all that one could give.
Let’s go; follow my soul.
We have a fantasy to live.
Now my secret is revealed,
Wanting the fantasy to be real.
With your appeal, it’s been a long time dream.
Now that you know, I want to know what you see,
What is your fantasy?
I only want you to feel safe to tell me,
I can keep a secret if need be.
Tell me yours for I’ve told mine.
What dream do you store in your mind?
Help me understand; comprehend.
What exactly is it you don’t want me to find?
Tell me honestly, what is your fantasy?
yes, I wrote that…now if I could only find a guy…
*goes off searching *
Very cool, Feathers, I was thinking more like
“Back seat, windows up, that’s the way you like to f*&%”
But I think yours is much more…creative.
So, ShibbOleth, I haven’t heard anything from you about my fantasy yet, and enolancooper, nothing from you yet about that offer as your mistress
You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that the** ladyfoxfyre** WANTED to be your mistress! Now, imagine that!
Rule me!
Dominate me!
Show me who’s BOSS!
BTW, check out a previous thread I posted on IMHO a couple months ago (Search: keywords-Favorite sexual fantasy).
I’d provide a link, but I don’t know how to work the vB code.
Sincerely yours.
Enolancooper (shameless Furvert)
Doesn’t the word “furvert” just do something funny to your stomach?
So, enolancooper, is that a yes?
And yes, I did a search for your thread, sorry for the duplicates. I think I’d like to rewrite some of the rules.
NEW RULE:
Make this as graphic as possible, to make it a little more interesting.
And Searching For Truth, who says you know better?
Maybe, just maybe, I do…
Well right now I’ve got my eye on the “position” so to speak, of ShibbOleth’s mistress…
My most recent one involves a road trip.
Perhaps then I might even be able to act out another one, too. Something involving a certain woman to sit in the middle of a strawberry pie and allowing me to eat my way in…But that’s all I’m saying.
[sub]At least until after it happens, hopefully after the tax rebates come in.[/sub]
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ms. Mockingbird.
Plain old strawberry pie? What the hell kind of fantasy is THAT? No whipped cream? And I’ll tell you what…plain strawberry pie would make you incredibly thirsty. You’re not going to have any champagne on hand?
Hrmph. Talk about your lame fantasies…pshaw. Who’d wanna do THAT?
You are right on the champagne, but plain ole, open top strawberry pie. The whipped cream makes it too hard to breathe while slurping your way through it. Plus, if you eat too much whipped cream with the pie, you get gas and all, which isn’t fun afterwards… After a while later on though, you pull out the whipped cream and cherries just for some light touches here and there as a flavor enhancer and body lube.
I can see that I gots sooooooooo much to learn ya girl.
[sub] By the way… yew got a purty mouth…[/sub]
Hey…the best way to gain knowledge is to be willing to learn, right? And I’ve never been one to turn down a learning experience.
What can I say, I have an information fetish. Maybe you oughtta’ go ahead and show me what you mean, so I’ll be able to recognize the “right way” if I’m ever presented with the opportunity again.
I have always wanted my very own grasshopper:)
Kentucky it is.
Oh dear! laughs Lord knows, I certainly don’t!