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TSienna

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What do you fantasize about while masturbating, assuming you're not viewing porn. Let us know what fantasy sends you over the edge.
 
I usually think of my husband doing the laundry and cleaning the house. Works every time.
 
Power!

I fantasize about taking control. Not leather and dungeon stuff, it's way more subtle than that. After a ten year vanilla relationship I'm ready for something spicy!
 
Did I mention that I have already done 4 loads of laundry AND started the crock pot for dinner already?
 
A world where everyone knows how to use a semicolon correctly.
 
A world where everyone knows how to use a semicolon correctly.


“Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.”


― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
 
“Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.”


― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

Spoken precisely like a man who knows how to use them. For clarity, never pretense.

*faps*
 
Did I mention that I have already done 4 loads of laundry AND started the crock pot for dinner already?

But what about the vacuuming? And, as I understand it, the bathroom needs cleaning. Again.

C'mon dude, give these gals a cheap thrill. Take a pic of you waving the Swifer duster and post it!
 
I fantasize about various things. It changes by mood. Sometimes it's about having sex with a stranger. Sometimes it's about being watched. A lot of times it's about being seduced by another woman.
 
I fantasize about various things. It changes by mood. Sometimes it's about having sex with a stranger. Sometimes it's about being watched. A lot of times it's about being seduced by another woman.

So having sex while being watched with a strange woman who has seduced you pretty much hits all the bases? :)
 
Pink marshmallows. Have you seen them flaunting their gorgeous squishiness?

You pick them up at the supermarket. For sure you have to pay but it's the best place to give them the eye and waggle your eyebrows in a slightly sleazy, sexxxy way.

You whisper, "Come with me, you delightful delicious morsel of melting goodness."

You pay the cashier with her knowing look and the usual banter.

"Want me to paper bag it or do you need something to go with that?"

The cashier looks at the chewing gum, candy and condoms. Not knowing all I want is to be alone with the marshmallows.

"I'm good." Shoving the dollar bill at the cashier I feel a little tantalizing tingle as I know soon it will be just me and the mallowy goodness.


I croon to the marshmallows as we drive home.

"All juicy and sweet. You're a yummy treat. I'm gonna gobble you up till you're goo."


So we get home. I slip into something comfy. My pink pony onesie always gets me in the mood.

I take the marshmallows out of their cellophane. They feel so good in my hands. I cup them in my hands, Nuzzle them with my button nose. Inhale their sweet scent. A little lick won't hurt. Just a sample of what's to come.

My tongue darts out a little. A lick. A nibble. Mmmm. More I must have more. So I smoosh them all in my gob. My mouth full of their melting marshmallowy sugary goodness. I lap and slurp and suck as their deliciousness slips down my throat. Oh. My. God.

Our time together was so short but I got my happy ending.
 
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