*Finding the peace of mind I’ve still left to find and maybe not hurting someone who love[s/d] me because I’m scared.
*Being who I want to be and not having to change or give more than I can for someone else.
*Figuring out where I want to be in life this time and getting there.
*Looking in the mirror and seeing something that doesn’t reflect the hurt I’ve caused myself.
*Stop beating myself up mentally for things that went wrong, even with the smallest and biggest problems.
*To make the ideal world I see in my mind possible in real terms.
Well, first off, the man of my dreams, the guy that already owns my heart and soul, would be mine. Not the ditzy blonde chick’s but mine. My boyfriend, my sex toy, mine to love without being miserable about it.
We’re just walking along afterschool in one of the buildings just talking and then I pull him into our English classroom. He looks a bit surprised, but curious as to what I have in mind. As the door clicks shut behind us, I back him up against it and kiss him hard. With a wicked little grin I take his hand and lead him over to the teacher’s desk and sit him down, then I hop on his lap kinda straddling him so that as I lean forward and he leans back all the right parts are getting all the right friction. Mystically, magically Closer by NIN starts playing(don’t ask how, this is my fantasy). I lean forward to kiss him and I rub against him on a soft moan. We slide along the desk to lie flat with me on top of him. I trail kisses along his neck then impulsively give him a rather light hickey, with a possesive little kitty cat growl I say, “Mine” and he just smiles at me, gives him a kiss on the forehead and says, “Yours”
I’ll let you all take it from there
Kitty
I often think about all kinds of wild sexual stuff: sometimes kinky, sometimes in exotic locations, always explicitly hot. But dig this: Lately, I’ve just been fantasizing a lot about kissing. Yes, everything from gentle lip caresses to hardcore tongue-wrestling and all, but just kissing. Is my brain stuck on PG-13? I don’t care…it’s pretty damn yummy.
starvedforaffection,
TN*hippie
it’s late I’m about to leave some bar when a slender curvacious blond approaches and says, “want to go home with me” my reply “let’s go”
Once we arrive she’ll push me onto the bed, tie me up, then proceed to tease me by running her hands all over my chest, and softly kissing my upper torso, tthat little place on my neck and up to my ear. Then she’ll screw my brains out.
yep thats what I like
At this very moment, the ability to move with sheer disregard to gravity a la “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”. I’d use it anytime I went anywhere on foot, just because I could.
So a redhead wouldn’t do it for you?
::pouts::
Does it for me…but can we just kiss for a while first?
Peace,
TN*hippie
Bring it on 
kiss
I’d love to know that when I finally pass out tonight I won’t dream. Reality sucks enough, I really don’t want to know what my subconsious is going to do with this.
I’m fantasizing that anyone who’s shown kindness to me will receive kindness in return, while anyone who’s been cruel or petty to me, well…
[sub]I’m a big believer in karma, and what goes around, comes around. But that includes positive behavior as well as negative[/sub]
Hey, if the above is too sappy, you can insert a random lusty wet dream starring Melissa Stark or Jill Arrington (thanks again, dantheman).