I’m sitting here at work, supposedly working through my lunch, but finding myself running a little fantasy through my mind that was brought on by an e-mail… I thought I’d share mine, see what fantasies others are having at the moment, too…
I’m sitting at my desk, working through my lunch. The doors to my office are closed and my officemates have left for lunch, leaving me (as far as they know) alone. However, I have someone hiding under my desk (Don’t ask how he got there, it’s a fantasy, damn it! ) I have an hour before anyone comes back into the room. I start to move my chair back when I feel hands pushing apart my legs and pushing back my skirt. My inner thighs are caressed, as I whisper harshly “What are you doing?”
The reply that comes back is “Just sit back and enjoy it” as hand move higher to ease the inevitablility of the act to follow. At the first touch of a tongue, I do exactly as instructed… sit back and enjoy it.
Ok, so I’m not as good at these little scenes as Una is, but maybe, with practice, I’ll one day have half her skill… But I’m sure you all get the idea.
So, who’s next? What other fantasies are out there???
It ain’t one of them fantasies, but here’s my current daydream . . .
[daydream]
I can magically file a form that would take all of the snowdrifts away, and whisk me to a distant and magical place: Arizona. Aaah, sitting in a lawn chair, big 'ol floppy hat, hawaiian shirt and shorts, margarita in hand, underneath a saguaro. And I have a laptop to delegate work to other people. . . Aaah the gentle heat waves licking my feet. The warm sunshine. The occasional lizard running by. Oh the beauty . . . [/daydream]
And then I look outside and see 3 fuckin’ feet of snow and no trees. Damn me. . .
Well, if I wasn’t fantasizing before… I am now. Thanks Pisces.
All day today I’ve been fantasizing about one thing in particular. I can’t say anymore than that I was dreaming about living in a certain place… Oh well… Sana sana.
What every hetero male in the world every fantasizes about. A room full of drop dead gorgious naked bi-curious women waiting to fullfill his every wish.
…that and a coffee crips candy bar with a good columbian coffee chaser…
Hey, it’s my fantasy. You don’t like it, get your own!
For some strange reason I’m under a desk. It must be lunchtime, because nobody else is around except the lady at the desk. She doesn’t realize I’m there, so as she pushes her chair back, I put my hands on her legs, pushing them apart and pushing back her skirt. I caress her inner thighs and she whispers “What are you doing?”
I tell her to “Just sit back and enjoy it” and I move my hand higher, ease up, and at the first touch of my tounge, I sense her sitting back, exactly as I had instructed.
I was just thinking about sitting at a window with a hot chocolate watching snow fall lightly to the ground, going outside and jumping and running through snow, and making involuntary snow angels, and throwing snowballs at the squirrels.
…And it’s 80 degrees here and sunny.
I want snow and I can’t afford to fly home to see snow!
I been thinking about snow for the last couple of days.
its almost 90 degrees her in down town São paulo,
I havnt seen snow for 5 years…I was only thinking
about snow, then I read your fantasy, now I cant
help thinking about sex IN the snow…
Send me a picture of yourself so I can get the fantasy
straight…
Damn those four little letters, Trip. Damn them, I say.
If only I had enough rank to get Base of Preference ((Being stationed wherever you want that there are slots for you, to explain for you civies out there.)), I could be living my fantasy right now, and seeing what comes of it.
I keep thinking about those sheep outside and how they could stand to be a lot less squirmy. Man those l’il fellas are jittery when they see you coming at them with your overall flap down. And just try to get them in the cow’s milking machine! Can’t be done without tranquilizers, I tell ya. Then where’s the fun? They can’t enjoy anything passed out.
As I look out my window into yet another snowstorm, after we got 27, that’s right, 27 inches on Monday night and look to get several more today, potentially topped with freezing rain/ice, I’m fantasizing about Kaanapali, Maui. Mmm…
Maui.
I’m the last customer of the day at the hairdresser’s. I’m getting my hair shampooed by a beautiful young woman. The other shampoo girl, equally stunning, is back there too, keeping her friend company, even though she’s done for the day.
I close my eyes and give in to the relaxation of the warmth of the soapy water being worked through my hair and into my scalp. I hear a curtain being pulled between the shampoo area and the rest of the salon. I open my eyes, and both young women are naked. The one who isn’t shampooing my hair kneels before me, and that’s when I realize I’m naked too. She gently takes my penis in her mouth, and I give in to the relaxation of the warmth of her mouth as it surrounds the head of my penis.
Having the money and the time to travel everywhere I want to go. (In three months I’ll have the time. The money will probably never, ever happen.)
Living in the same country as my guy. Having a bunch of kids with English accents and cute little plaid school uniforms. (They will probably be quite warped by the experience, and spent their entire childhoods whining about how they want to go to Disney World. Tough.)
Getting to teach a literature class instead of #%@^* Writing Across the Disciplines, and not having a pile of ungraded papers lurking in the shadows behind me.
) I have an hour before anyone comes back into the room. I start to move my chair back when I feel hands pushing apart my legs and pushing back my skirt. My inner thighs are caressed, as I whisper harshly “What are you doing?”
