What is your deepest fantasy?

OUTSIDER said:
Sex:- I'm still searching for that perfect blowjob from a realy hot woman but as I age and get uglier by the day it gets less and less likely I'll ever find it.

jx, is that your sac in the "av". I'd be afraid to blow you, too; on account of it looks like you've got ten years worth of load backed up in there.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I've done almost all the sexual ones. The non-sexual ones, such as being a Navy carrier pilot, amount to a litany of failure. Right now, I'd settle for being able to live in a world where a man could walk about in the streets dressed as a wizard without being pointed at by the populous.


Give it up. What's still left to explore?
 
rosco rathbone said:
I've done almost all the sexual ones. The non-sexual ones, such as being a Navy carrier pilot, amount to a litany of failure. Right now, I'd settle for being able to live in a world where a man could walk about in the streets dressed as a wizard without being pointed at by the populous.
two words: ren faire.
 
rosco rathbone said:
it looks like you've got ten years worth of load backed up in there.

Another reason to avoid entering a monastery. Talk about a backlog.
 
Basically, I am a masseuse (with my own traveling table) and I arrive at the home of a very sexy, very beautiful underappreciated married woman...
She answers the door and welcomes me in. I am instantly turned on and can't wait to have my hands all over her, but as always, I act very professional.

I set up my table and ask her what type of massage she was looking for (deep tissue, full body, Swedish, etc.) and she replies "a good, long one".

I then tell her to remove as much or as little of her clothing as she is comfortable with and lay face down on the table, while I get something from my car outside.

As I walk to my car to get the olive oil, my mind begins to wander. I tell myself not to get too excited... It's a client, and she isn't thinking what I'm thinking...

Now, composed and prepared to do my job I walk back through the door and around the corner to find she is totally naked on my table. I pause briefly as my body is almost paralized by the sight of her perfect ass. I am used to seeing womens' bodies in an almost naked state, but this was my first one totally nude. Most remove their tops but keep their panties on. After all, there is no legitimate massage that requires access to areas covered by the average womens underwear.

Was she trying to tell me something?, I wonder quitely to myself as I approach the table.

I can't take my eyes off of that ass. It's so perfectly round and biteable...

"Are you sore in any particular area" I ask, trying to break the tension of my racing heart. "No, not really... I just enjoy touch, and a friend suggested you. She said you have wonderful hands".
"I see, well... I like to thinks so... I'll just start at the top and work my way down then."

As I begin to rub her neck and shoulders she reaches back and lifts her long brown hair up over her head for me. "That smells good, what kind of lotion are you using?' she asks...
"It's actually olive oil" I explain... "interesting" she quietly remarks...

As I continue making my way down her spine to her lower back she drops her hands, letting go of her hair. A slightly audible "mmmm" sound filtered up from underneath, as her face was below the table's surface.

I made my way back up her spine and again began the downward needing. As I approached her lower back I heard it again. Was she trying to let me know THIS is the area she wants me to focus on? It's how I do it, when I'm trying to let my lover know "yes, that feels good... right there". A simple "mmmm" usually sends the signal.

In small circles, using the meaty part at the base of my thumbs, I begin to focus my attention there. Just at the very top of her ass... The area between back and buttocks... A favorite chakra point of mine.

I can feel her arching her back upward, toward the downward pressure of my hands. It's clear she isn't relaxing at this point... She is getting turned on and so am I. Still, I keep my professional composure and stay above the line... The invisible line we both know exists.

"I'm going to move to the bottom of the table and work my way back up now. Have you ever had a foot massage?"
"Not a real one" she says, as I pour more oil into my hands.

As I begin to rub deeply into the bottom of her right foot with my thumbs, I can't stop looking at the dark brown tuft of hair tucked between her closed thighs. My mind wanders and the curiosity builds as my Adidas running pants show my obvious excitement. If she, or anyone else saw me now, there would be no professional excuse to make. I am clearly at full attention. No hiding that.

As I finish her other foot I begin making my way up her calf, stopping at the knee. Her legs begin to spread slightly, to accommodate my hands surrounding each calf. More of her is revealed to me, as I still can't take my eyes off her slowly unveiling mound. Her legs seem to be widening with each pass, as if she wants me to see more of her mostly hidden flower.

My heart is racing now. My breathing is heavy and I'm trying to conceal my obvious excitement, but I know what awaits. Thighs...

I love thighs. They are the soft starting point to the promised land and one of my favorite parts on a womans body.

As I make my way to the upper portion of her left leg I feel her lift and spread her legs for me, without hesitation. This was the total reveal I had waited 30 minutes for, and it was a magnificant sight.

Her perfectly shaped, meaty pussy was the most inviting vision I've ever seen. Her lips were together, but I could see they were large and suckable, just the way I like them. I am almost unable to contain my desire to plunge my tongue into her immediately, but I stay focused. This is, after all, a client... not my lover.

As I once again reach for more oil, I start to question myself... How far should I go? How far does she want me to go? Am I imagining things or are the signs abundant? I think she wants me to please her, but to what extent?
Keep yourself in check I say to myself. Stick to what your job is and ignore the rest.

As I go back to work, massaging her, I notice once again a slight "mmmm" sound. This time, at the bottom border... That spot between cheek and leg. Everytime I get near there she lets it out again... "mmmmm", as if to say "I like when you go there"... So I do. And again...

Each new pass inspires a slightly louder "mmmm" as I brush just a little higher on her leg. She widens herself once again, as if to say there is more to have, so I ablige her.

As my hands move closer up her thigh she begins to breath heavier. I can feel her move slightly downward as I move up... like she is trying to meet my hands half way with her anxious pussy.

I can hardly resist anymore and I begin to let go of the rules and join her in this sensual game of cat and mouse. This time, when I make my pass upward along her thigh, I brush - ever so slightly - against her swollen lips.

She quivers and moans as I do. This is the confirmation I needed. She wants me as bad as I want her, so I repeat the pattern... Each time brushing more of me against more of her.

Alas, I stop and grab both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and with my thumbs I pull them apart for the grand reveal. Her back arches, as she helps my view of her beautiful, pink pussy.

I can no longer resist. I am past the point of no return now, so I give in to my overwhelming urge. Plunging my tongue deep into her wet pussy was long overdue for both of us. My moaning from delight was as loud as hers...

The sweet taste of her was so worth the wait. My hands and her anticipation were the perfect recipe for her sweet juices.

I began furiously lapping it up, as if it was nectar of the Gods and I needed every drop to live...

She came almost immediately and rolled over. Her eyes looked into mine with a passion seldom seen. "My turn" she said...
 
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workinginpa said:
As I finish her other foot I begin making my way up her calf, stopping at the knee. Her legs begin to spread slightly, to accommodate my hands surrounding each calf. More of her is revealed to me, as I still can't take my eyes off her slowly unveiling mound. Her legs seem to be widening with each pass, as if she wants me to see more of her mostly hidden flower.

Not half bad... Helps that this position is my favorite to be fingered in :)
 
ReadyMike said:
I deepest Lit fantasy would be for Luxey and Bisexplicit be absolutely convinced that I am their father.

Depraved, I know.

This kinda makes me not like you anymore, which sucks, 'cause I used to.
 
katiebarthedoor said:
i agree with him. so...? :p

So, you have special rules. :heart:

Unfortunately, you're stuck living out someone else's lit fantasy, and not your own.
 
bisexplicit said:
So, you have special rules. :heart:

Unfortunately, you're stuck living out someone else's lit fantasy, and not your own.
i will, somehow, come to terms with that. :heart:
 
katiebarthedoor said:
i will, somehow, come to terms with that. :heart:

But, at least you know you have a back-up if needed - it appears he would readily take your place.
 
Well everyone knows how much I love to masturbate and that I really love circle jerk parties. I would love to be a sex slave for 2 or more men. That was always a fantasy for me.
 
bisexplicit said:
But, at least you know you have a back-up if needed - it appears he would readily take your place.
i swear.
motherfuckers always after me' Lucky Charms.
 
katiebarthedoor said:
i swear.
motherfuckers always after me' Lucky Charms.

I > sugary breakfast cereal - even fruit loops (which is the king of delicious sugary breakfast cereals).
 
Sex in a grave yard in the middle of the night ranks high on my sexual fantasy to do list... On a roof top where everyone can hear me but no one can see me :p and al the others are much more indepth and detailed and sadly will probably never come true but there are within the realm of possibilities
 
bisexplicit said:
This kinda makes me not like you anymore, which sucks, 'cause I used to.

Oh, I thought we were sharing.

This is uncomfortable.
 
My 'deepest' fantasy, with regards to the depth of the fantasy would be to go back to high school, bring my three top lusts of my life with me. We form a rock band. Please note, I can't hit a note, play a note, carry a tune, read music, or anything musical. But I like to listen to it. Just can't do it.

Any way, the four of us form a rock band, get discovered by a label, become bigger than the Beatles, all the while these three are my little sex kittens. Go on to roakc and roll superstardom, film stardom, etc. all the while having wild foursomes, and pissing off the morally uptight community.

Plus I get to own a tank.

An M-26 Pershing.

http://mailer.fsu.edu/~akirk/tanks/UnitedStates/mediumtanks/usmt-M26-Pershing-3rdArmy.jpg
 
Image said:
Not half bad... Helps that this position is my favorite to be fingered in :)
Care for a massage?
That long hair from behind would be such a turn on...
 
ReadyMike said:
Oh, I thought we were sharing.

This is uncomfortable.

We were sharing.

You, however, were not.

It's okay, though, we can still be bff.
 
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