Having someone want to have sex with me. 
I am very, very lucky right now.
The sex that I have with Fierra (sorry dear, I have to post it) is the greatest sex that I could ever imagine having. I really don’t want, or even secretly desire, anything else - not that I wouldn’t try something new if there was interest… 
I said once that it was “8th Wonder of the World Sex”. I think that does not describe it adequately enough.
But seriously - I never imagined that anyone could be so loving, eager, responsive, kind, gentle, fun, and even wicked at times. She makes me feel so whole, complete, relaxed, and happy.
Add to this the fact that I love her so much it aches every minute of the day, and I guess we have a wonderfully well-rounded relationship.
I’ll leave it to her to say whether or not she desires to say something about my performance…
A woman with three breasts - the third on the middle of her forehead. Of course, the image of the forehead bra reduces me to giggles.
Nah, my real fantasy is to have a prehensile penis. Just imagine what you could do with that.
Sua
Katie in a Bono-Sting sandwich. 
I separate my M&Ms by color before I eat them.
I suppose it would be to be able to make love with each of the women I admire and/or care for and/or am strongly attracted to with no hang-ups, jealousy, possesiveness, hurt feelings, infidelity/morality issues…
Just to be able to share intimacy with someone the way caring and love are shared.
sigh It’s all just a fantasy…
Paging “very vaguelly creepy…”
Right now, it’s Poysyn, hot fudge, and a pleather sofa. Give me five minutes, and it’ll change
…it involves black lace, melted chocolate, handcuffs, Ayesha and a Polaroid.
[sub]…sorry, but you’ll just have to figure out the rest yourself…[/sub]
-nods knowingly- Ah. A game of Cyberpunk 2020 with some pictures to remember it by . . . I gotcha.
(The sad thing is, that’s actually what I think of when I hear the phrase “black lace.” My brain is a scary place, sometimes . . .)
“Mole rat is hit for no damage and is killed. A serious wound is inflicted”
That’s ok, love.
I said that it’s first wonder of the world sex, the list that the ancients drew up pales in comparison…
To answer that, I could just post a few hundred rows of smilies…I never imagined sex this good. I will add one fantasy though - getting to be with you all the time instead of stolen weekends.
In my ultimate fantasy… all people as diabetes inducingly in love as the Anth and fierra would be launched somewhere into outter space so that the rest of us could forget all about what we’re missing and get on with the pizza and cheap sex.
=)
That is all.
Mmmm…muzzles and cocks. They go so well together.
My favorite sexual fantasy? Male dragon(s)…mmmm. There’s something oh-so-delicious about smooth scales flowing over wiry muscles, broad hindlegs, a thick, strong tail, and the delightful treat carried beneath it. Rraaawr 
Awww… Darnit Mekh, you beat me to it
Piers Anthony wrote a naughty novel about a guy with this, whoa!! That would be cool but would freak the women out, big time, chuckle, snicker, grin
oh man, that’s great. sorry to rag you but wow, whoo, heeheehee. either that or it’s too late (1am) this requires an old powwow acronym rotflshistc I hope I remembered that right, been a LONG time
ok, mine
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Every time I’m on the bus and I’ve got a way to go I fantasize that aliens will grab the bus and announce that they will put a man and a woman on a desert planet alone. I however boast my way to 5 women and I pick them out. Then I feel sad when they get off the bus.
HEY! I often spend a LOT of time on the bus and have to do something to pass the time. -
I love the idea of princesses and the like. I’d love to wake up in the Lord of the Rings, fight all the orcs, come back a hero and have a gorgeous Elfin babe.
sigh, my realistic fantasies are all really tame. Sex on the beach, sex under a waterfall, sex in the forest, anywhere outside in the nature in the raw. I’m real domesticated.
Okay, here are two that I will never get to do and that I have always wanted to do, so they must reside firmly in the realm of fantasy.
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Have sex with my brother. (If I had one, which I don’t, more’s the pity. Oh, well.)
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Be a high-class hooker for awhile. Getting all dressed up and making conversation with wealthy powerful men (they’d all be wildly handsome, natch; this is a fantasy, after all!) and getting paid to have sex with 'em! Way cool.
:eek:
:o
You want to use chocolate syurp for that Poohpah, it’s easier to clean up than melted chocolate.
Now I have to go take a cold shower.
Well, it’s not too much fun hearing fantasies from guys but here goes…and I didn’t read too many of the other ones but I’m pretty sure this one is not in there.
I work at an airport (which will remain anonymous) and I work alone on the midnight shift. I work with the general aviation planes, which means not the airliners, the private and corporate planes. I’ve always wanted to prop a girl up on the wing of an airplane and eat her out then go in one of the helicopters and get it on. Why I haven’t after 6 years of working there I’ll never know.
** foolsguinea**, I have to agree:
Then again…I dunno…
I’ve always wondered what would happen if you played Naked Twister in a vat of Cherry Jello and whipped cream. And having a massive hot tub (with bubbles! colored ones! is that even possible? it couldn’t be healthy) with several people of choice for oh, a week would be nice. And on a rooftop, in the middle of Times Square at night. As of this moment, just about ANYTHING goes however. This poor little girl’s hormone levels seemed to have soared this past week, and I haven’t been able to do a damn thing about it with anyone (other than myself)
-fidgets in chair-
That made it worse. -whimpers-