fantasy about being "stranded" or alone

[LibraStud]

I have discussed fantasies with various men and women. There is a common
fantasy about being "stranded" or alone in a remote spot, sometimes planned, sometimes unplanned.

Weather is always a factor. Sometimes a warm place, white, sandy beach, tropical. Other times it is a cabin in the mountains, in the middle of a snowstorm, plenty of logs to burn in the fireplace, plenty of food for months.

The women love to cuddle in front of the fireplace, eventually take off their tops and show off their buxom chests. Wanting their partner to wait for a while before removing their bottoms.

The guys normally want their zippers down and their dick's out, yearning for a nice bj in the glow of the fire.

I always want to give good oral, trying to talk my lady into sitting on top of me while I give her pleasure.

Is this material for a story?

 

[Fantasies_only]

Is this material for a story?

Definitly!
I'm sure I can find that stuff here though, in fact I remember a story here called "Stranded".
It's an incest story with a Blue Lagoon feel (only with adults).
The author even made it into a series.

 

[sasebrats]

I have discussed fantasies with various men and women. There is a common
fantasy about being "stranded" or alone in a remote spot, sometimes planned, sometimes unplanned.

Weather is always a factor. Sometimes a warm place, white, sandy beach, tropical. Other times it is a cabin in the mountains, in the middle of a snowstorm, plenty of logs to burn in the fireplace, plenty of food for months.

The women love to cuddle in front of the fireplace, eventually take off their tops and show off their buxom chests. Wanting their partner to wait for a while before removing their bottoms.

The guys normally want their zippers down and their dick's out, yearning for a nice bj in the glow of the fire.

I always want to give good oral, trying to talk my lady into sitting on top of me while I give her pleasure.

Is this material for a story?

I do believe it is the making of a good story. Start with the first one and work through the chapters.

 

[Fantasies_only]

I do believe it is the making of a good story. Start with the first one and work through the chapters.

I'm thinking stuck in an elevator between floors.
Although this doesn't have the environments mentioned, it could be very sexy, and even literally steamy as it becomes a sauna from the friction of the pulley system.
There is a thrill of being discovered as rescue teams come to their aid, with a voyeuristic theme, as the security camera records it all.

 

[LibraStud]

I'm thinking stuck in an elevator between floors.
Although this doesn't have the environments mentioned, it could be very sexy, and even literally steamy as it becomes a sauna from the friction of the pulley system.
There is a thrill of being discovered as rescue teams come to their aid, with a voyeuristic theme, as the security camera records it all.

An old flame sent me an elevator story years ago. Here is the beginning.

She is sitting in traffic trying to get downtown to the Clark building to the jewelers looking for a special ring they may have. As she sits in traffic, she thinks of how quiet and unadventurous her life has been lately. She always loved surprises from her men but have had none lately.

The only good thing about the traffic is that it lets her nyloned legs rub together. She loves nylons, the silkiness of them. She is wearing a loose skirt and free flowing blouse loose to the skin with her thigh high black hose. She gently runs her fingers over her thigh beginning to enjoy the touch. Just her luck traffic begins to move allowing her to get to the parking garage.

As she enters the Clark building she remembers the old elevator and how very, very slow it is and if she did not need to go to the 16th floor she would walk it. As normal she waits forever for it to come down. There is no one in the lobby except one man buying a paper. She hears the elevator coming down so very slowly and resting on the first floor. She figures they keep it to deter theft of the jewelry here because they could never get away. She watches as the door slowly open revealing the old gate she really hated trying to close.

As she stepped in she hears a voice say I will get that and she sees an arm reach around her and close it with one quick pull. She reaches for the button for 16 and says where you going. he says 15 thank you. The elevator is very small only able to hold about six people. He sees her standing in front of him and begins to wander what would happen if he reached out and put his arms around her. Would she scream or hit him or what. He thinks oh hell she hasn’t seen me or knows me. He takes one short step forward wrapping an arm around her waist feeling her at first stiffen but as his hand slides across her stomach slowly he feels her relax.

This encourages him to slide the other arm around her pulling her gently to him as he blows gently on her neck and the elevator slows even more. He feels her long hair against him as his hands slide gently down her legs to the bottom of her skirt letting one hand return to her stomach sliding slowly down to the bottom of her loose blouse. His hands at the same time going under her blouse and under her skirt finding her silky hose. Stroking gently noticing they are only thigh high with silky panties above them.

She leans back into him thinking how insane this was, he was a total stranger and he was holding her feeling her skin and she was not resisting him at all. His touch was so very sensual so seductive as if he was a lover she had known a long time. His touch in all the right places as if he had been there before. She feels his kisses beginning totrail down her back making her shiver. Her head going back in a soft moan from his fingers on her skin.