Who else is ready to admit they have this fantasy?

[shereads]

This one:

You're on a self-guided tour of the Vatican. You stumble upon an unguarded entrance to the papal apartments and can't resist the urge to go in and look around. Uh-oh! You've interrupted a secret meeting of the College of Cardinals, the heads of two powerful Sicilian crime families and a couple of police detectives who are on the take.

You hide behind a tapestry. The dust makes you sneeze. You manage to make it a tiny sneeze, but one of the detectives notices your red stiletto-heel pumps peeking out from underneath the tapestry.

I don't have to tell you what happens next, do I, you perverts? Admit it.

 

[rgraham666]

There's no way you're catching me in red stiletto heels.

Black maybe, but I look awful in red.

 

[shereads]

There's no way you're catching me in red stiletto heels.

Black maybe, but I look awful in red.

It doesn't have to be the identical fantasy, as long as it takes place in the papal apartments and involves powerful mob bosses and stern, sex-starved men in velvet robes, surrounded by priceless antiquities, with the added thrill of knowing there are thousands of tourists going about their day in the plaza outside.

Red isn't everyone's color. They don't even have to be stilleto heels, if you're more comfortable in a low "kitten heel." Chanel makes adorable ballet flats, too.

Other than the shoes, are you naked?

Is that too personal?

 

[geronimo_appleby]

There's no way you're catching me in red stiletto heels.

Black maybe, but I look awful in red.

I'll do the red heels if I can wear a blonde wig too.

 

[rgraham666]

It doesn't have to be the identical fantasy, as long as it takes place in the papal apartments and involves powerful mob bosses and stern, sex-starved men in velvet robes, surrounded by priceless antiquities, with the added thrill of knowing there are thousands of tourists going about their day in the plaza outside.

Red isn't everyone's color. They don't even have to be stilleto heels, if you're more comfortable in a low "kitten heel." Chanel makes adorable ballet flats, too.

Other than the shoes, are you naked?

Is that too personal?

Actually, my fantasy has more to do with 'penetrating' the inner recesses of NOW than the Vatican.

 

[NoJo]

It doesn't have to be the identical fantasy, as long as it takes place in the papal apartments and involves powerful mob bosses and stern, sex-starved men in velvet robes, surrounded by priceless antiquities, with the added thrill of knowing there are thousands of tourists going about their day in the plaza outside.

Red isn't everyone's color. They don't even have to be stilleto heels, if you're more comfortable in a low "kitten heel." Chanel makes adorable ballet flats, too.

Other than the shoes, are you naked?

Is that too personal?

I have that fantasy, except that it takes place in a Novotel in Philadelphia. The cardinals are actually insurance salesman, and I'm a vacuum cleaner saleswoman. I've got part way through my shtick before they come in, and there's a pile of dust and potato peelings on the carpet, which I haven't had time to clean up. They follow the trail to the curtains and open them suddenly. They black me up and make me sing "Mammy", not with my mouth, but by holding my hand over the end of the hoover hose, so that it sounds like farts.

 

[Guest]

I have that fantasy, except that it takes place in a Novotel in Philadelphia. The cardinals are actually insurance salesman, and I'm a vacuum cleaner saleswoman. I've got part way through my shtick before they come in, and there's a pile of dust and potato peelings on the carpet, which I haven't had time to clean up. They follow the trail to the curtains and open them suddenly. They black me up and make me sing "Mammy", not with my mouth, but by holding my hand over the end of the hoover hose, so that it sounds like farts.

i have to say im surprised.
"Mammy"?
not "Old Man River"?
but i know you have a thing for stilettos
(to sniff, not wear)

 

[SensualCealy]

When I read the fantasy I quickly reverted back to reading Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demonds. I think you could have a thriller with a whole lotta scandle in that story, go for it and make sure you post it!
C

ps, if you fuck a dead priest does that retain his virginity since he is dead or does it pop his cherry? No offence to Pope John Paul, just a thought brought on by the fantasy of others! snicker!
C

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Not many people know this, but buried beneath the Vatican is the Papal Bowling Alley, and the new pope is selected by seeing who can pick up that tricky 7-10 split. (Except they call it the "7-10 schism")

 

[shereads]

I'll do the red heels if I can wear a blonde wig too.

A wig? In the papal apartments? That's just sick. You poor, twisted pervert, get some counseling.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

There's no way you're catching me in red stiletto heels.

You'd catch me in them. I never could run in heels. Especially with a tight dress.

Q_C

 

[cantdog]

Actually, my fantasy has more to do with 'penetrating' the inner recesses of NOW than the Vatican.

I like the "'penetrating' the inner recesses." Recesses are always hot.

cantdog

http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y23/GeenaMKE/ElleBelly.jpg

 

[cantdog]

NOW doesn't have draperies.

 

[rgraham666]

NOW doesn't have draperies.

I'll hide in a closet then. Ot maybe under the conference table.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

Wouldn't your coming out of the closet at a NOW conference be counterproductive, rg?

 

[Guest]

Cherry-o cherry-o cherry-o
Cherry-o cherry-o cherry-o
Cherry-o cherry-o cherry-o
Cherry-o cherry-o che-rry-o!

 

[Samandiriel]

This one:

You're on a self-guided tour of the Vatican. You stumble upon an unguarded entrance to the papal apartments and can't resist the urge to go in and look around. Uh-oh! You've interrupted a secret meeting of the College of Cardinals, the heads of two powerful Sicilian crime families and a couple of police detectives who are on the take.

You hide behind a tapestry. The dust makes you sneeze. You manage to make it a tiny sneeze, but one of the detectives notices your red stiletto-heel pumps peeking out from underneath the tapestry.

I don't have to tell you what happens next, do I, you perverts? Admit it.

You've been invading my dreams again, haven't you????

 

[shereads]

You've been invading my dreams again, haven't you????

Could be worse. Could be SubJoe singing Mammy with his mouth on the hoover hose.

 

[Samandiriel]

Could be worse. Could be SubJoe singing Mammy with his mouth on the hoover hose.

I always picture him in leiderhosen and red pumps with a platter of sausages wrapped in taco shells.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

I always picture him in leiderhosen and red pumps with a platter of sausages wrapped in taco shells.

I’ll bet you’re on the Atkins Diet.

 

[Samandiriel]

I’ll bet you’re on the Atkins Diet.

How did you know....did my ass shrink???

 

[Halo_n_horns]

I've had the fantasy where I'm the only male in a monestary brimming with young, hot, virginal nuns and I'm stuck there, naked, built like Atlas and sporting a good case of priapsm.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

I've had the fantasy where I'm the only male in a monestary brimming with young, hot, virginal nuns and I'm stuck there, naked, built like Atlas and sporting a good case of priapsm.

http://www.theoi.com/image/K38.1Priapos.jpg



I don’t know what your dream means, but :

PRIAPOS was the god who presided over the fertility of vegetable crops. He was also worshipped as the protector of sheep, goats, bees, the vine and of all garden produce.

The god was depicted as a dwarfish man with oversized red genitals and wearing a Phygian cap. His statue was set-up in vegetable plots to promote garden fertility but doubled as a "scarecrow" to keep away birds.

 

[Softouch911]

This one:

You're on a self-guided tour of the Vatican. You stumble upon an unguarded entrance to the papal apartments and can't resist the urge to go in and look around. Uh-oh! You've interrupted a secret meeting of the College of Cardinals, the heads of two powerful Sicilian crime families and a couple of police detectives who are on the take.

You hide behind a tapestry. The dust makes you sneeze. You manage to make it a tiny sneeze, but one of the detectives notices your red stiletto-heel pumps peeking out from underneath the tapestry.

I don't have to tell you what happens next, do I, you perverts? Admit it.

Fantasy? I didn't know that was fantasy .....


.... sounds too much like history from around 800 thru 1800 A.D.




Softouch

 

[Halo_n_horns]

http://www.theoi.com/image/K38.1Priapos.jpg



I don’t know what your dream means, but :

PRIAPOS was the god who presided over the fertility of vegetable crops. He was also worshipped as the protector of sheep, goats, bees, the vine and of all garden produce.

The god was depicted as a dwarfish man with oversized red genitals and wearing a Phygian cap. His statue was set-up in vegetable plots to promote garden fertility but doubled as a "scarecrow" to keep away birds.

...And now we know the rest of the story.