Not Just One But TWO Sexy-Sexy, Sexual Fantasies
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Sexual Fantasy ..1 THE FOOTBALL PLAYER
He enters wearing a football uniform. But preferably, no helmet. Actually a practice jersey would be best because it isn’t so much the tights and shoulder pads that get me as evoking that nostalgic highschool king-of-the-lunchroom kind of thing.
(Sidenote: If it’s possible to get on-location someplace they’ve got combination lockers that would be like COMPLETELY sexually inspiring).
So anyway, my broad-shouldered sportsman approaches me at my locker in this otherwise silent, otherwise EMPTY hall. And he speaks to me in this compelling, deep-toned voice. “How come you’re not in class?” he says, tossing his football (semi) absent-mindedly.
“Oh the principal…sent me home.” I answer, coyly. “He said my skirt was…you know…WAY too short.”
I bend over putting my unfinished Dickens novel into my backpack (Jansport), and I pause for a moment (bent over like that) making sure he sees how my skirt’s slid up even further and how basically—sexy, I look.
“What about you?”
“I’m a football player,” he replies. “I do whatever I want.” This is the moment when he forcefully pushes me against the locker wall so I can feel his hard-on and the delightfully smooth shape of the 23 on his jersey. Oh that 23!–I move my hands over and around that 2, up and down that 3 and I do it loads of times, because that smooth, plastic-like NUMBER really turns me on—oh and he’s doing his own bit of clothing exploration sliding his hand up my skirt, navigating his expertly-athletic-fingers saying “You’re not wearing any underwear,” (which is an accurate comment) and then adding in this genuine, enthusiastic kind of way: “ God, I really LIKE that about you!”
Sexual Fantasy ..2 THE VAMPIRE
This one starts out with me and this guy in a vampire cape already fucking. This guy is also wearing fake vampire teeth (but they aren’t the kind you just roll into a Halloween store, throw down a fiver and walk out with) these are like EXPENSIVE vampire fang-caps. Something that requires adhesive, and I don’t know…maybe a dentist.
Anyway, he’s got this perfectly girthed cock and he’s doing this thrusting technique where he:
1) Pushes deep into me.
2) Pauses.
3) Looks meaningfully into my eyes
4) Intimately PROFESSES (in this transylvanian-ish accent): I LOVE you. I love YOU.
5) Swishes his cape.
6) Repeats until my shattering climax.
(Stay tuned: more fantasies to come)
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