What's Your Fantasy?

[Jennifer C]

Hey all anyone up for getting a little naughty with me? I was thinking about fantasies and poetry last night so I thought how about a fantasy poem thread? Come and share your fantasies (be as naughty as you like ) or put them into a poem and post them here.

I know there are alot of dirty minded poets on here (you know who you are! lol ) so come and share your dirty minds and your poetry and have some fun!


So I ask you again, what's your fantasy ?

 

[WickedEve]

Just read through the erotic poems on literotica and you'll see many fantasies. Some sweet and crunchy like Neo's latest cookie poem, and some disturbing enough to make us sincerely hope it's not a real fantasy.



And I have a new one I'm working on. Faye Rae and Dildo Kong. I'm not kidding.

 

[Jennifer C]

Just read through the erotic poems on literotica and you'll see many fantasies. Some sweet and crunchy like Neo's latest cookie poem, and some disturbing enough to make us sincerely hope it's not a real fantasy.



And I have a new one I'm working on. Faye Rae and Dildo Kong. I'm not kidding.

I know alot of the erotic poems revolve around fantasies but they tend to skirt around the subject (which is fine) I'm after real fantasies not just a good poem.

Sometimes when i'm bored doing the normal houshold chores I daydream or fantasize about a sexy man coming to my door, I invite him in and of course we have mindblowing sex! lol. It's an escapism from real life which i'm sure we all do.

So that's what I wanted from this thread, for people to share there real fantasies (in poetry or stories) and have some fun doing it!

 

[annaswirls]

Suspension of disbelief

I think it was Lauren that said erotic poetry is the blend of fantasy and reality.


The trick is allowing yourself to become immersed in the fantasy, believe and become the fantasy while writing, so it comes across as believable because in your imagination your senses actually experience the fantasy.Some of the erotic poems here (including many of mine) make me roll my eyes and think-- oh someone was browsing a porn site and drew themselves into the picture without really allowing themselves to become that fantasy.

Sometimes if poetry is drawn from 100% reality it reads like a sex manual step by step replay -- I call them insert tab a into slot b. lather rinse repeat---

or a pukey cliche ridden Hallmark card -pink heart diary.


All of which I have written myself, so hoping I do not sound pretentious here. I was told that this one was believable, and maybe that is because maybe I got the combination right?

Enough reality to make it believable? Enough fantasy to make it energetic and imaginative?



Here is an oldie from March/April 2004

Missing a loved one while staying at my parents place, after talking on the phone out on my childhood balcony.


Down on Daddy's Blackbird

was it you who took me down
past the mountain of overturned topsoil
to the hood of my fathers 1950 Plymouth Special Deluxe
the sliver moon dipping the sky like salsa

hot light reflects from the cracked window
into your eyes
want to lick it dark
sip you down

but not yet

heel caught in bumper
you take tools from that old back pack
yes it must have been you
daring me to suck down my own toes
tongue tip nipple and nose flexing me loose

for that calf over shoulder stretch
baby-doll pulled up cold metal pressed
in a lip-bite whisper listen to that
creak of rusted hood
hollow pound of empty trunk
slamming closed over and over again


damn you can screech your tires into my dreams anytime baby
come throw me over your shoulder down balcony-balanced ladder

we can always wake up the old Blackbird
making sure Daddy doesn't see
what you are doing to me tonight
down on the hood of his first love
still dressed in her '58 tags
cracking glass like diamonds

 

[annaswirls]

So that's what I wanted from this thread, for people to share there real fantasies (in poetry or stories) and have some fun doing it!

hmmm I went at it from the writing approach, you are looking to be a voyeur into our fantasy, writing be damned! LOL!

I know SeattleRain is quite the fantasy writer. She even giggles at the absurdity of some of her work. I will dig her up and see what she has to say.

I know there are a bunch of fantasy poems out there that I have enjoyed. It is hard to know from reading what is fantasy and what is self-reporting unless you have a personal relationship with the writer. Blues thread where she posted her friend/lover/fantasy man's personal correspondance which straight out said-- this is my fantasy, do you want to share it?

 

[WickedEve]

I know alot of the erotic poems revolve around fantasies but they tend to skirt around the subject (which is fine) I'm after real fantasies not just a good poem.

Ah. Well, on the poetry board, I'm after a good poem. Besides, a good poem will make you see and feel the action. Anyone can write down a hot fantasy with the obvious words. But it's your fun thread, so carry on!

 

[Jennifer C]

Ah. Well, on the poetry board, I'm after a good poem. Besides, a good poem will make you see and feel the action. Anyone can write down a hot fantasy with the obvious words. But it's your fun thread, so carry on!

Don't get me wrong Eve, I enjoy a good poem as much as you but it's fantasies i'm after, if someone writes a good poem based on a real fantasy that would be perfect lol but I do want this to be fun as well!

 

[Jennifer C]

hmmm I went at it from the writing approach, you are looking to be a voyeur into our fantasy, writing be damned! LOL!

I know SeattleRain is quite the fantasy writer. She even giggles at the absurdity of some of her work. I will dig her up and see what she has to say.

I know there are a bunch of fantasy poems out there that I have enjoyed. It is hard to know from reading what is fantasy and what is self-reporting unless you have a personal relationship with the writer. Blues thread where she posted her friend/lover/fantasy man's personal correspondance which straight out said-- this is my fantasy, do you want to share it?

Thanks anna, yes you got it just right I am looking to be a voyeur into others fantasies, I want to know what they are and where they come from and also share some of my own.

If these come in good poems then so much the better, I want this to be a fun thread but also produce some great fantasy poems

 

[SeattleRain]

here is one written to a virtual lover's fantasy, where I put myself where I knew he wanted me, and where I wanted to be

I have never fucked in a confessional anywhere (except in mind, in a shared mind) nor do I plan to in the near future. But damn if the thought of it does not make me squirm in my seat


breath stained wood
by SeattleRain ©

~

He repeats his request through
triangular holes cut through breath-stained wood

tell me how you have sinned
show me how you have sinned

You move your head
from between oiled thighs
to glimpse of confession and tease.

Who is the better man,
the fortunate one who feasts on god's miracles?

this is how you want me
wrapped in latin and velvet

with prayers crying to Jesus,

please lead me to the fiery passion
only your father could have created

You press in further
reminding me whose face holds my fate
and I cry the names of the father
his son and this holy man who holds me hard in his grip,
sucking down my deliverance.

God and man pull for ownership of my prayers
until the only name I can speak
is yours

You want to be my god
and I kneel before you
knowing the moment I kiss your feet,
they will walk away

~



Here is one for you, Jennifer, actually wrote myself into another fantasy in this one. They are best when shared, yes?

Fuck and Flip
by SeattleRain ©

~

There was no black mask nor
nylon face distortion,
you stole me wide eyed
face red with wind sting and

a n t i c i p a t i o n

of you, my
secret undercover super hero fucker
of burlap and twine.

Catch is carry all.

this poem goes nowhere
it is not easy to say in a poetic way...

The door is unlocked
I am alone
come here fuck me twist flip and
fuck me again.

Nothing poetic
Tarintino wrote this scene
neck snap and thigh slap.

Fight beauty with fist and cross.
Fight truth with accented tongue.
Fight the good with betrayal.
Fuck and flip and do it again.


05/03/05



gosh I am getting all hot and bothered all over again like it was yesterday! Damn, I dont know if anyone else is reading these, but hell I will just enjoy myself....


power of suggestion
by SeattleRain ©

..

lemon oil and verbena
for cool and breathe
almond accents slide between
for this longest night

skin on skin
location, inconsequential
as our host approves
all angles

accute, obtuse
we are turned over and again
in this extended darkness

disoriented by gravity
blurred in the essence
and circulation
cut to non-essential pieces

head hangs upside down
re-discovering lost pieces of
mother of pearl
and silver circles
hiding under the bed

would the host approve?


June 21, 2004


~


This is one of my first naughty poems. I started writing them December 03/Jan 04. Hmmm I don't think this counts as fantasy at all.......oh well, I am cheating, it is already pasted and damn there are some really blurry lines between the two, aren't there.


quarters down meter
by SeattleRain ©

light in side view
steady green
but you say
"wait not yet baby not yet"

moon disappears
under sunroof
slide down leather

"just hold onto something baby"

city glow steals fire
from stars, cold condensation
steals light from street

what is it now,
whatcha gonna steal for me?

light down heat
static spark fur
cling skirt lifted
cold plated metal
spine thigh spine

lips run through the words
fast as they will come out
broken only with
"please, please, please"

listing fabric
denim, flannel, satin
torn cotton strips
sew me that quilt
zip me inside

out between whimpered prayers
corner tears leak
four letter words
broken only with
come on, please

let me say your name
come on come on
give me the green
give me the green

3.11.04



compromised
by SeattleRain ©

~

last night
he finally gave permission
to bring you into my mind,
through compromise,

he brought you as a gift,
a gift he wanted to watch from the side
being opened slow,
low on my knees, hand through denim
smile and lip bite,
unzip, lift and tumble free

for light kiss tease and breathe in
between, until your muscles weak,
you to knees while he greets

I take more than my fair share, again,

hand and knee crawl between,
my bookend lovers, face to face
a reflection in time's mirror-
he demands only your eyes meet his,
in payment for borrowed lips, tongue
the use of my generous mouth

touch is optional, yet you allow
long hands on strong shoulders
for balance as we seek and
find our collective rhythm
crescendo, fortissimo

marimba mallets played with
two hands down spine
woodwind and trombone
mouth and slide
in low between a

supersonic trio,
squeezed like an accordion
air pushing through with whispered song
up to loud orchestra hit

James Brown demands:
"take it to the bridge"

six eyes close
lift and jump in together
landing tangled,

collapsed and floating down
our collective stream

6.28.04

~
one more then I am taking a
eh hem
break

stanley groove joint plyers
by SeattleRain © ~

white signs wave from drop ceiling of this week's aisle, #14

Drilling
Driving
Cutting
Sanding
Grinding

I may not have to buy a thing,
just hang these signs with arrows
leading up the stairs...

waiting for her on the landing, face masked
in my new 3m respirator

and unlined leather
smooth grain pigskin gloves,
soft after metal
and sanded paper on skin

especially soothing
after the firm squeeze of
10 inch vise wrench,
and before pinch of stanley groove joint plyers
damn those things can twist

20 feet of #1 twin loop zinc
tailgate, guard, security, tow
this ought to hold her suspended

braided or twisted poly rope
hand full of utility hooks...

one last thing:
thick plastic sheeting drop cloth,
just in case

~

 

[bluerains]

here is an old one...

cold hearted love

the cloaked
maddness
of
sleeping fantasy

echos..shh...listen

tortured moments

with mask
removed

a cold creature for sure

heart screeming

for heat

begging for

for someone to

take the pain away

f o c u s.......

feel the rush of

the moon

breathing the

moments in
sync

ribbons trimmed
in lightning

flashing thru
veins
of blue frost

melting , melting

fading into the
arms of light

bathed in the
glow of movement

and cherished by

the sounds of
her beating heart...

he is loved...

 

[Tathagata]

Just read through the erotic poems on literotica and you'll see many fantasies. Some sweet and crunchy like Neo's latest cookie poem, and some disturbing enough to make us sincerely hope it's not a real fantasy.



And I have a new one I'm working on. Faye Rae and Dildo Kong. I'm not kidding.

keep me in mind when it comes to the big screen will ya?
i'll just wear a gorilla mask

 

[WickedEve]

keep me in mind when it comes to the big screen will ya?
i'll just wear a gorilla mask

Why would you need to wear a mask?

 

[Tathagata]

Why would you need to wear a mask?

who said I needed to??

 

[Jennifer C]

here is one written to a virtual lover's fantasy, where I put myself where I knew he wanted me, and where I wanted to be

I have never fucked in a confessional anywhere (except in mind, in a shared mind) nor do I plan to in the near future. But damn if the thought of it does not make me squirm in my seat


breath stained wood
by SeattleRain ©

~

He repeats his request through
triangular holes cut through breath-stained wood

tell me how you have sinned
show me how you have sinned

You move your head
from between oiled thighs
to glimpse of confession and tease.

Who is the better man,
the fortunate one who feasts on god's miracles?

this is how you want me
wrapped in latin and velvet

with prayers crying to Jesus,

please lead me to the fiery passion
only your father could have created

You press in further
reminding me whose face holds my fate
and I cry the names of the father
his son and this holy man who holds me hard in his grip,
sucking down my deliverance.

God and man pull for ownership of my prayers
until the only name I can speak
is yours

You want to be my god
and I kneel before you
knowing the moment I kiss your feet,
they will walk away

~



Here is one for you, Jennifer, actually wrote myself into another fantasy in this one. They are best when shared, yes?

Fuck and Flip
by SeattleRain ©

~

There was no black mask nor
nylon face distortion,
you stole me wide eyed
face red with wind sting and

a n t i c i p a t i o n

of you, my
secret undercover super hero fucker
of burlap and twine.

Catch is carry all.

this poem goes nowhere
it is not easy to say in a poetic way...

The door is unlocked
I am alone
come here fuck me twist flip and
fuck me again.

Nothing poetic
Tarintino wrote this scene
neck snap and thigh slap.

Fight beauty with fist and cross.
Fight truth with accented tongue.
Fight the good with betrayal.
Fuck and flip and do it again.


05/03/05



gosh I am getting all hot and bothered all over again like it was yesterday! Damn, I dont know if anyone else is reading these, but hell I will just enjoy myself....


power of suggestion
by SeattleRain ©

..

lemon oil and verbena
for cool and breathe
almond accents slide between
for this longest night

skin on skin
location, inconsequential
as our host approves
all angles

accute, obtuse
we are turned over and again
in this extended darkness

disoriented by gravity
blurred in the essence
and circulation
cut to non-essential pieces


head hangs upside down
re-discovering lost pieces of
mother of pearl
and silver circles
hiding under the bed

would the host approve?


June 21, 2004


~


This is one of my first naughty poems. I started writing them December 03/Jan 04. Hmmm I don't think this counts as fantasy at all.......oh well, I am cheating, it is already pasted and damn there are some really blurry lines between the two, aren't there.


quarters down meter
by SeattleRain ©

light in side view
steady green
but you say
"wait not yet baby not yet"

moon disappears
under sunroof
slide down leather

"just hold onto something baby"

city glow steals fire
from stars, cold condensation
steals light from street

what is it now,
whatcha gonna steal for me?

light down heat
static spark fur
cling skirt lifted
cold plated metal
spine thigh spine

lips run through the words
fast as they will come out
broken only with
"please, please, please"

listing fabric
denim, flannel, satin
torn cotton strips
sew me that quilt
zip me inside

out between whimpered prayers
corner tears leak
four letter words
broken only with
come on, please

let me say your name
come on come on
give me the green
give me the green

3.11.04



compromised
by SeattleRain ©

~

last night
he finally gave permission
to bring you into my mind,
through compromise,

he brought you as a gift,
a gift he wanted to watch from the side
being opened slow,
low on my knees, hand through denim
smile and lip bite,
unzip, lift and tumble free

for light kiss tease and breathe in
between, until your muscles weak,
you to knees while he greets

I take more than my fair share, again,

hand and knee crawl between,
my bookend lovers, face to face
a reflection in time's mirror-
he demands only your eyes meet his,
in payment for borrowed lips, tongue
the use of my generous mouth

touch is optional, yet you allow
long hands on strong shoulders
for balance as we seek and
find our collective rhythm
crescendo, fortissimo

marimba mallets played with
two hands down spine
woodwind and trombone
mouth and slide
in low between a

supersonic trio,
squeezed like an accordion
air pushing through with whispered song
up to loud orchestra hit

James Brown demands:
"take it to the bridge"

six eyes close
lift and jump in together
landing tangled,

collapsed and floating down
our collective stream

6.28.04

~
one more then I am taking a
eh hem
break

stanley groove joint plyers
by SeattleRain © ~

white signs wave from drop ceiling of this week's aisle, #14

Drilling
Driving
Cutting
Sanding
Grinding

I may not have to buy a thing,
just hang these signs with arrows
leading up the stairs...

waiting for her on the landing, face masked
in my new 3m respirator

and unlined leather
smooth grain pigskin gloves,
soft after metal
and sanded paper on skin

especially soothing
after the firm squeeze of
10 inch vise wrench,
and before pinch of stanley groove joint plyers
damn those things can twist

20 feet of #1 twin loop zinc
tailgate, guard, security, tow
this ought to hold her suspended

braided or twisted poly rope
hand full of utility hooks...

one last thing:
thick plastic sheeting drop cloth,
just in case

~

SeattleRain you are a QUEEN, thank you this is fantastic stuff, I love them all! Have a good um break <wink> and pls come back and post some more you are a poetry goddess

 

[Jennifer C]

cold hearted love

the cloaked
maddness
of
sleeping fantasy

echos..shh...listen

tortured moments

with mask
removed

a cold creature for sure

heart screeming

for heat

begging for

for someone to

take the pain away

f o c u s.......

feel the rush of

the moon

breathing the

moments in
sync

ribbons trimmed
in lightning

flashing thru
veins
of blue frost

melting , melting

fading into the
arms of light

bathed in the
glow of movement

and cherished by

the sounds of
her beating heart...

he is loved...

Thanks for that blue, it's a wonderful poem thank you for sharing

 

[SeattleRain]

Just read through the erotic poems on literotica and you'll see many fantasies. Some sweet and crunchy like Neo's latest cookie poem, and some disturbing enough to make us sincerely hope it's not a real fantasy.



And I have a new one I'm working on. Faye Rae and Dildo Kong. I'm not kidding.

oh damn! I was going to write that one!

and what happened to the poems you posted here this morning? girl? Or was that a different thread?


T waits for the movie, I am waiting to the board game.

 

[WickedEve]

oh damn! I was going to write that one!

and what happened to the poems you posted here this morning? girl? Or was that a different thread?


T waits for the movie, I am waiting to the board game.

Faye wants Dildo Kong. I have that whole fantasy worked out in my head.
I un-posted those poems and opinions incase they weren't fun enough for a fun fantasy thread. Besides, my idea of fun fantasy usually requires Band-Aids and an IV afterwards.

 

[SeattleRain]

Faye wants Dildo Kong. I have that whole fantasy worked out in my head.
I un-posted those poems and opinions incase they weren't fun enough for a fun fantasy thread. Besides, my idea of fun fantasy usually requires Band-Aids and an IV afterwards.

come on don't worry,
I have a closet filled with first aid and other aftercare supplies...
I could be your travelling paramedic...
hmmm

you think I could make a career out of that? kind of like a bedside assistant?

nurse: the pliars
sr: check!

 

[WickedEve]

Okay, I'm suppose to come up with ten cock sucking scenarios by tonight. I have about 4. I just now wrote a poem about one since it qualifies as a naughty fantasy turned poem.


importance of softness
is not forgotten.
the chair is me,
curved against you.

i kneel,
because there should always be kneeling

and want of your eyes upon me,
though not this hour.
feel me.
watch her.

she is a body
tapering to the point of entry.

and it is my blouse draped
over her smile.
she does this for me.



This is a quickie and I just can't bring myself to be too detailed. It may not be naughty enough.

 

[Jennifer C]

Okay, I'm suppose to come up with ten cock sucking scenarios by tonight. I have about 4. I just now wrote a poem about one since it qualifies as a naughty fantasy turned poem.


importance of softness
is not forgotten.
the chair is me,
curved against you.

i kneel,
because there should always be kneeling

and want of your eyes upon me,
though not this hour.
feel me.
watch her.

she is a body
tapering to the point of entry.

and it is my blouse draped
over her smile.
she does this for me.



This is a quickie and I just can't bring myself to be too detailed. It may not be naughty enough.

It's excellent Eve, a good poem based on a fantasy just what I wanted, a fantasy doesn't have to be filled with cocks and fucking to be naughty. Thanks for sharing

 

[Angeline]

Just read through the erotic poems on literotica and you'll see many fantasies. Some sweet and crunchy like Neo's latest cookie poem, and some disturbing enough to make us sincerely hope it's not a real fantasy.



And I have a new one I'm working on. Faye Rae and Dildo Kong. I'm not kidding.

You crack me up. And I'm talking about the first paragraph.

My fantasies involve going back in time and ravishing Lester Young.

Think I'm kidding? hehehe

 

[Jennifer C]

You crack me up. And I'm talking about the first paragraph.

My fantasies involve going back in time and ravishing Lester Young.

Think I'm kidding? hehehe

Now that's a fantasy! lol Do tell more

 

[Angeline]

Now that's a fantasy! lol Do tell more

It's all in the music baby. If you listen, the fantasy is there. He's very rhythmic and melodic, and there's blues. He plays blues and blues are, you know, all raw and sexual. I wouldn't know what to do with Ornette Coleman, but Lester? Yeah I could figure that out.

Just listen to him.

 

[Jennifer C]

It's all in the music baby. If you listen, the fantasy is there. He's very rhythmic and melodic, and there's blues. He plays blues and blues are, you know, all raw and sexual. I wouldn't know what to do with Ornette Coleman, but Lester? Yeah I could figure that out.

Just listen to him.

I went out with a sax player once, it didn't last long but man was the sex good and the music beautiful!

Remembering him is one of my favourite fantasies

 

[Angeline]

I went out with a sax player once, it didn't last long but man was the sex good and the music beautiful!

Remembering him is one of my favourite fantasies

Uh huh. Don't tell anyone but I once had a really great fling with a conga player. And I live with a musician. Musicans are...erm...good. Ok, maybe just some of them (I just thought of Lawrence Welk).