what is the most erotic day dream you have ever had?

[dominatrixjane]

what is the most erotic day dream you have ever had?

can you remember the most erotic day dream you have ever had?

please describe best day dream

thank you

 

[liqueur]

what is the most erotic day dream you have ever had?

can you remember the most erotic day dream you have ever had?

please describe best day dream

thank you

I'm not sure. Most of them seem pretty erotic until I get off. Then they just seem like a rehash of the same old themes. Being dominated in some way by a woman or a couple seems the be the eternal theme. The variations, as I say, only seem to matter until ejaculation time.

 

[oneblueye]

Watching my instructor float around the room as she talked on and on about something I'm sure I was supposed to be paying attention to--, but I wasn't.
All I could think of was how pretty she was and how incredible she smelled when she walked my desk. I wanted so badly to reach out and squeeze her ass.
To stick my face in her wetness and breathe in her heady perfume of that honey scent before licking her into oblivion---
And just then hearing my name repeatedly called ordering me to the board to figure out some math problem. 30 feet to the blackboard, a raging hard on and 28 other people in class besides the teacher, how many seconds before someone starts laughing?

 

[liqueur]

Watching my instructor float around the room as she talked on and on about something I'm sure I was supposed to be paying attention to--, but I wasn't. . .

Okay, I'll go with that. So many of the daydreams I have now, in infinite variation, are based on when I was in high school (50 years ago ).

Miss Thompson— I don't know why we called her "Miss"; she was actually "Mrs. Thompson." Wishful thinking, I guess. Mr. Thompson headed up the Science department, and he was the coldest fish in the school. I don't remember a single person who liked him. Miss Thompson taught English. As a teacher, she was wonderful. All other high school teachers in the world were involved in a secret conspiracy to make us hate poetry ("What do you think the author meant by this line?"—as if he were writing in code.) but Miss Thompson made poetry sing for us. But it was as a woman (or girl— I think she was fresh out of college, so probably no more than 5 years older than me, 6 at the most) that I remember her best.

I remember how she smelt as she leaned over me from behind my desk to point out a specific line or phrase in whatever piece we were studying that day. I remember how her firm little breasts felt when they brushed my shoulder "accidentally." I remember her freckles, and her innocent 'girl-next-door' look. Except that, like most girls next door, you just knew she had a mind that was at least as dirty as yours.

I remember our senior banquet. We had it at a hotel in the mountains. It was a bit of a tired, down at the heels sort of place, I suppose, but to us it seemed exotic and romantic enough. A memory of the grand old days of resort hotels, like in "Dirty Dancing." Everyone was drinking. In those days, teachers could drink in the presence of students, so long as it was away from school. And of course students couldn't, but we all did, out in the parking lot, so the teachers could pretend they didn't know.

I had enough of a buzz to summon the courage to ask Miss Thompson for a dance. No one else had even thought of it, I guess. But even in my shyness and uncertainty, I always knew she had a bit of a thing for me. I remember the alcohol on her breath— not drunk breath, just enough to add a sort of sweetness. I remember how she held me close, those sweet little breasts pressing into me. I remember Mr. Thompson watching with his cold glassy-eyed fish stare, and how I just didn't give a damn. It was an exhilarating feeling, that not giving a damn. Almost as exhilarating as her body touching mine, through those thin summer clothes she was wearing.

I remember how a few days later, I received an invitation— indirectly, through a classmate, a girl who was close to Miss Thompson— to a pool party at Miss Thompson's house. And how when I got there, there was no sign of Mr. Thompson. How, in fact, I was the only male person there. But how then, with no alcohol and away from the magic of the evening, I suddenly felt all awkward again. The reality ends here. This is where the fantasies, the "what might have beens," take over. But I've already written too long, so I think I'll leave it here for now, and see if this garners any interest.

 

[sinfulcaramel]

It's hard to choose just one. lol

A recent one was me on my knees, getting fucked hard in the ass as the guy pulled my hair. We were also being watched by his girlfriend on facetime as she played with herself using various toys. Not anything unique, but it was fucking hot!

 

[jonyoungau]

Mostly mines of chicks who go about their day but are doing so completely naked...

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

I often have to give presentations at work, and one of my reoccurring daydreams involves giving a presentation naked. In my fantasy, I don’t start out naked. I start out in my normal work clothes. But as I talk my way through my slides I slowly start stripping — unbuttoning my shirt, taking off my skirt, taking off my shoes, my bra, my panties — until I’m completely exposed.

I don’t act like there’s anything strange about what I’m doing — I just keep talking normally and clicking through my slides. And no one else says anything either, but I can feel their eyes on me. I know that they’re staring at my naked body and the men are all getting hard.

And then I put one bare foot up on the conference room table, so everyone has a good view of my pussy, and I start touching myself. Everyone can see just how aroused I am — how hard my nipples are and how wet my pussy is. Everyone can hear the sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my open cunt as I keep giving my presentation.

Of course it gets more and more difficult to talk the more turned on I get. Some of the men are rubbing their cocks through their trousers, and the women are all blushing. They’re turned on too.

By the time I get to the end I want to come so bad. I moan and breathlessly ask if anyone has any questions. And someone says “Why don’t you come for us?” And that pushes me over the edge and I have a huge orgasm in front of the whole office as well as our clients.

They watch me until I’m done and I collapse shuddering on the floor. There’s a brief scattering of applause, and then they all get up and file out, leaving me to clean myself up and get dressed again.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

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[Solsurfer]

Dang, Shiny. I like your style.

 

[Jada59]

Maybe not the most erotic but probably the most recent. Somewhere on this board (not gonna look for it) is a pic of a bunch of guys standing naked with their cocks hanging down. The caption is something about how they come in all shapes and sizes.

I drop to my knees, starting with the guy on the left, then suck him off until he cums in my mouth and then I keep on going to the right until I've drained every one of them down my throat.

 

[dominatrixjane]

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[aaron2878]

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This would be one of my top ones. I love facesitting and being used for someone’s pleasure. I would want to bring that person to orgasm several times and then have them piss in my mouth. It could be a girl or guy, I’m submissive to both!!

 

[KinkyGuy1]

I've had lucid dreams where I've known it's a dream & thus have been able to control the direction of it.

Once or twice I've been able to conjure up hot girls & then walked up to them, hitched up their skirts in broad daylight in a busy street & fucked them from behind.

It doesn't happen very often though unfortunately lol