No fantasy here. Just stalking my psychiatrist’s heavily pierced, chemically sedated, Borroughs-quoting, Betty Page doting, guitar-hoiting, leather coated, sparrow-throated, heroin-loaded, nympho-waif…
No, wait…
I’m fantasizing that my cough has subsided long enough for me to actually fall asleep…
Opal - I was there the last 2 days - last night I actually slept thru uninterrupted, tho my voice is kinda husky still…
Anyway, my fantasy is far too outrageous for this venue. It involves being out of debt, independently wealthy, a woman of leisure, with my personal stable of well-oiled, scantily-clad young studs. Oh yeah, and chocolate won’t make me fat, either. <sigh>
Okay… A hotel suite with jacuzzi, 16 women, no men allowed. It should be a fun party:)
Hey, FCM, goodtaseeya! What board did you mean to post that line at? How the Sam Hill did it wind up here?? You know our standards: can you say, “none”?
So spill the good stuff, already: you’re an independently wealthy woman of leisure; now, what do those young studs do to make you happy?
I’m not worried about the standards. However, I’m aware that impressionable young minds are exposed to these postings and I can’t sleep at night thinking I’m responsible for warping these innocents…
… that, and my kid might read it. She thinks I’m weird enuff as it is…
It’s been a long day, and I’ve been “teasing” a friend through e-mail to try to make the day go a little faster. The last e-mail I receive from my friend tells me that I’ll have a surprise waiting for me when I get home.
I walk in the door, put down my bag and turn to close the door when it’s closed quickly behind me. Suddenly, a pair of hands grab me and spin me around, rough lips crushing mine, a hard body pushing me back against the door. It only takes a moment to realize that my friend has taken my e-mails to heart, and only a heartbeat longer to realize they’ve gotten to me too. As his hands expertly remove just the clothing that is getting in the way, mine pay him the same tribute. This isn’t a long, slow process, but quick and hard, and full of passion. Before I know it, we’ve both finished, with extreme satisfaction. He kisses me one last, passionate time, whispers “More e-mail tomorrow?” and walks out the door, leaving me quivering, trying to hold up the wall.
I am SO glad I don’t have to work tomorrow… I think this is going to be a late night…
WOW! Does THAT sound familiar… VERY familiar!!!
My fantasy involves a certain someone who remains in my mind constantly. We rent a room at the Fantasyland Hotel where we enjoy a night of jacuzzi sex, silk tie bondage sex… every where, all night. Nothing but passion and lust.
sigh
(bolding mine)
Isn’t that just across from the Dumbo ride? Or is it just down the way from Space Mountain? Hang on, let me get my Disneyland map out…
Nope.
Here in Edmonton. Still need your map?
Funny how they just don’t want to leave our minds, huh? You’d think they were doing something like this on purpose! 
Fantasyland Hotel, hmm… Sounds like the Rand down here… Queen-size waterbeds in every room, mirrors on the ceilings, jacuzzi in every room, also mirrored in it’s little alcove… Ah, those were the days… and nights… and days… Wish I had a partner to go back there again with… and the $100/night the place costs…
I don’t see Edmonton anywhere on this map. Are you talking Disneyland or Disneyworld? Cuz my map’s for Disneyland, the one in LA.
Ok, sorry for acting thick, I’m in a goofy mood today.
[sub]Get it? Disney, Goofy. Ah I crack myself up sometimes.[/sub]
Anyway, right now my fantasy is that the next hour zooms by so I can go home to my beautiful GF* and make mad, passionate love all night.
*Applications to be my beautiful GF are available upon request.
At the moment, I’m thinking about making out with the punk guy that works in the city, who I have a huge crush on. It’s a pretty simple fantasy…but it works for me.
My lover’s arms are around me, pulling me close. We kiss passionately–and here’s the odd part–he smells and tastes like IHOP pancakes. Luckily, I like pancakes.
A life.
I think I need one that works. Maybe I can trade in the one I have.
My beautiful beloved growing &#^( up .
Having a few hours to burn with a purring cat and a window seat.
All the beautiful, lovely, perfect people I know getting what they deserve. And knowing they are worth it.
Sleep without dreams.
That I’ll be strong again.
And if the fantasy fairy has some spare time, I could really appreciate a hot tub in moonlit woods and a guy with talented hands. And I mean appreciate in the naughtiest of ways.
:: sigh ::
My fantasy is that my house is clean and my homework is done.
god. after reading all these the only thing I want right now is to see my boyfriend I’m gonna go crazy!
** Based on an email exchange…**
I’m laying on my bed naked when ** SP ** walks in.
As he strips off his clothes I lay on my back and open my legs. I look him in the eye and say “You can do ANYTHING you want to me.”
“Anything?” he replies.
“Yes.” I respond.
He climbs down by the foot of my bed and starts kissing my ankles. He slowly makes his way up to my thighs,then back dowm,then back up,until I reach for his head to direct him.
He moves my hands away and tells me to “relax and enjoy.”
He eventually reaches his goal and so do I :).
After I am able to speak again I tell him “I want you inside me. NOW.”
he wastes no time climbing on top of me and doing what I say. We hold each other as tight as we can. He tells e it’s been too long and how great it feels to be with me. I moan his name over and over.
::goes to take cold showr or to amke a phone call::
Please ignore all typos in the previous post. 
[sub] note to self…do not post while thinking about ** Stinky Paws **. Responding to emails is hard enough to do properly. [/sub]
Right now? Road trip through the wide-open spaces in a vintage convertible with Gunslinger. A vintage convertible in mint green, with big back seats. Under the huge blue sky…