| Online Fantasy Anthology- Poetry, Thoughts, and Short Accounts |
| Fantasy A short escape precious little secret wishful thinking for girls who are shy A devilish smile just a premonition of the bad things running through her head It is as innocent as a first kiss tempting like the lure of melted chocolate intimate, the slide of skin along skin A deep want, whispered desire that stays and draws tastes sinful but right Takes one from the monotomy of everyday life make the plain extraordinary And the masquerade played is just a way for noone to find out Fantasy- Uses and other things I read in a book somewhere that a fantasy can feature a person in one of five roles, the maiden, dominant but damn I forgot the rest. I know that most of the written down fantasies (which are really stories and not something I myself would picture in my head) usually have me being someone who is just a scared or shy little virgin. I may play that role for the outside world but I am the kind of person who likes to play games. See how far I can push a person before they get desperate. Like my voice I speak every day in a nasal childlike tone at odds with the voice I used once wait that was a little while ago.I like being in charge except once. I was sitting at a YMCA (want to find out which one) sorrounds by people. I was sitting in the back row bored by a presentation when this freaky thought entered it was the first fantasy I saw clearly in my mind and I was disoriented by the experience. I was on my hands and knees in the white tiled floor of the bathroom of the very same building being fucked in the ass. But the tiny space was spinning. I gasped because that image I could see and almost feel. I only had one more like it about this guy who reminds me so much of my innocent looking bear. He was sucking on me in that vision. Somehow I feel good when I am thinking of something I like. Sex I like. Damn I told myself I would not tell that fantasy until the end but might as well see my freaky side first it takes up most my thoghts anyway. Background Songs to get in the mood, and have sex by My favorite song is Freak Like Me by Anita Howard very appropiate isn't it. If you want to be romantic one cannot go wrong with I'll Make Love to You by Boys II Men, and Usher's Nice and Slow. To get aroused my choice would be Red Light Special by TLC. Stroke You Up by Changing Faces. If you want instumental a slow throbbing latin beat can do the job. Christmastime is very special. Kissing under the mistletoe, making out in front of the fire, and cuddling up beneath the covers. Winter is the time where you find a lover you can hibernate with, something I found in a Black Lace Book called Switching Hands, but she found two people she could do it with. I am not as adventurous as her I just want someone who I could have sex with, not for the rest of my life either. The idea of having sex with just anyone is not that good it has to be someone special someone I like. I want to spend a night messing around on a nice soft carpet (hopefully this winter). I live in Minnesota and suffer from from the cold everyday but one thing that always makes me feel better is looking over the butt of a guy who actually has a very squeezable backside. One time I actually barked softly when I saw a guy with what I call a five star ass. If anyone chooses to discount the words I am about to say send me an email at [email protected] I think there are not many men with a good looking butt on the U of MN campus. I saw one, only one, damn he was hot and had a brother I think they were from South America. Thing is the school does not have many black guys, those are the kind of guys I like. I am puerto rican/antillian, I don't think a guy from the U of MN campus will do. If I find one I will eat my words. These would be their qualifications: 1. Not up in my face all the time. ex. wants to be affectionate in public, hollering at a person 2. Cute butt 3. Must be able to last more than 10 minutes 4. Has to be funny but know when to be serious 5. Is educated 6. Would not try to dominate me, not in a BDSM sort of way but trying to control me 7. Would be willing to hang out outside of bed 8. Has to be a nice(good works and all that sweet stuff) guy That is a guy I could spend a few hours with, but I don't go out with just anyone and neither do I act goofy over a guy. I am the type of girl who gets caught all the time and no not having sex but to give an example I was a little tiny bit tipsy and I showed a guy my $50 dollar I think teddy right out of lady marmalade an electric blue color. I think I freaked him out poor guy but he was drunk so I doubt he would remember. I also got caught with a playgirl, three erotic(written porn) books. I write sex/romance stories but I never lived out anything like them. Sex is not a bad thing in or out of the bonds of matrimony. It means feeling another persons hand upon your skin. It means tasting, touching, using your mind not for fantasizing but to feel the real thing. It has to be abandoned and giving, you cannot think of how horrible you think you look when another person is making love/having sex/fucking you. The day men usually dread and the holiday women hope for year around. When men stumble to find something their girl will like. One do not buy her sleezy lingerie if she has never worn it before let her buy it. I was complaining about being without plans this year but the fact is if I had wanted a date I wouldn't keep saying no to the guys who ask for my number. I am a romantic at heart and it will take more that a stupid line to get me. The problem is I look too innocent and that is something I am sure no one wants to look. My hair is very curly and I have a round face so people mistake me for being younger than my 17 year-old sister. I am a closet freak with a tendency to fantasize the day away actually just today I was envisioning slow fuck on one of the library tables unfortunately this week has been one of the worse. I am more keyed up than ever. I am sure other college girls with my unfortunate homone problem are jumping on guys right now. I guess I should be glad that I have such self control. The Bus Driver- I get on the bus all the time but only a couple of times have I seen this guy. He has this velvety voice, hair pulled back and tied in a ponytail, and is a light skinned brother. He is always nice to everyone. This was inspired by him. I was waiting at the bus shelter at the corner of Frankln and Cedar. It was just after 2 and I had just left the club. I was wearing my clubbing clothes my black silk halter top and crinkle black skirt and high heeled black sandals. I would get on the first bus that came along it did not really matter. Then from the distance I saw a large stream of light to big to be a car. It was a bus, thank god. The bus route was maybe 2, 8, or 19 but either way any of those buses would take me where I need to go. The bus slowed to a stop in front of me and immediately I knew the driver he was mixed with this wonderful velvety voice, dark hair dark brown or black. "Hello, senorita." He always made my mouth water. I smiled and took money out of my little clutch purse to pay the bus. As I dropped the coins into the machine I said hi. My voice a little low almost like an invitation. Is I moved to the first seat facing the front I felt his gaze all along my back. It was in the middle of the night almost no cars came down along that particular stretch of road. Besides me the bus was empty. I put my foot up on the seat in front off me. I knew drivers usually complained about it and I wondered if he would too. Instead when he stopped at the light and looked up at the mirror he just looked at the stretch of bare leg. I almost lost my nerve then and there but then I met his eyes. I felt it like a punch. He wanted me but how would I get him to fuck me? I pulled my skirt higher and higher as the streets passed by in a slow blur. His eyes looked time and time again the gazes longer and longer until he forced himself to look at the road. Then a stop sign came up and I decided to go all or nothing I reached for my lace bikini panties and drew then down my legs. He watched not daring to move the bus in fear of missing what I would do next. I tossed them towards him and he turned and caught them bringing them up to his face and smelling it where my arousal wet the cloth. He turned drove the bus into the next block then parked the bus. I almost laughed in glee, this was the first time I ever tried to seduce a stranger. As soon as the bus was stationary he wripped off his seatbelt and stalked towards me. His eyes were dark almost violent in their intensity. He hauled me out of the seat by my arms and his mouth came down hard on mine. I responded almost immediately moaning softly and parting my lips under the onslot of his tongue. He ondid the tie of the halter and pulled it down baring my breasts. The need was almost feral in its intensity hard, rough fucking at its best. He opened his fly, not pausing to take off his pants, and released his erection. Then he plopped me down on the floor of the bus. Me barely realizing it because it seemed like only a split second later that he was driving deep into me. Over and over again he pushed in and withdrew all the while I was panting trying to catch my breath. I said more four letter words that day the I thought I knew. After a few minutes he had me coming bucking hard against him as I cried out. Under the green light that signaled the recording of footage from inside the bus. Christmastime again 2005 and I am a little tired fantasies are running through my head as usual but I am tired. Passion and love I guess I am in one of my more cynical stages but what can I do I cannot remain a romantic all the time. I am currently deciding what to do for the New Years because I figure by then I will be in the mood for a huge party. No I am not picturing any dream men because flaws is all I see right now and I am trying to write a story but cannot seem to get beyond te first few pages. It is about a group of girls who find themselves quickly over their head but of course I am digressing. Minnesota is really cold right now and I cannot help but wish I was in Puerto Rico again lying on the beach not getting a tan because I already have a permanent one but just lying on a beach. Mmmmmm I miss that. No no natives in the fringes of this fantasy just endless aquamarine waters and feeling the sun on my skin. No one to intrude, no classes, no work, just paradise. Damn I really hate snow. Even I cannot make snow sexy now ice is another story. Dark Fantasy It was a summer night and I was standing on a corner wearing a tight electric blue corset top, a black skirt, purse and high heeled sandals. I was waiting it was nearly midnight. I draped myself against the sign post. Do not Park before 6 pm, did that count for humans too. I laughed silently not because of the joke but because of how lame it was. A car came up the road 4 black teens probably heading to a party. Their windows were open rap music blaring. The light was red. I leaned foward pretending to buckle my shoe giving the guy in the passenger seat a peak down my top I looked up and met his eyes smiling. Silently I said to myself how do you like my little show. All four guys looked over and I straightened myself out slowly very slowly. I said the light is green and they stepped on the gas. A few minuted later another car came down the road this time it was someone very near my age if not a few years older. He was white with black hair and soulful brown eyes. He looked over at me and I knew this one would be safe. I motioned him to roll down his window. He cautiously did as I asked. "How would you like me to make your night really special?" It tempted him I know it did. I lowered my eyelids a little giving him one of my patented fuck me looks. He looked over at me. His eyes looking at me from top to bottom. His eyes grew more intense. "How much?" "Ten for a hand job, twenty for a blowjob, fifty for a fuck." He opened the door to his car. I patted my purse to make sure the peper spray and pocket knife were still in the bag. I placed one foot in the car giving him a better glance at my legs. I got in. "There is an alleyway behind an old business three blocks away." He drove away from the corner following my direction he parked in the empty alley way. "A blowjob and then a fuck if you are good enough I will give you an extra thirty. I licked my lips to make them slick for his cock, "Ok, take out your cock then." I could tell he was pushing himself to go slow as he did it. He unbottoned the jean. I could tell by the bulge that he already had an erection. Carefully he drew the zipper down. I guess he must fear fo his cock's safety if he rushed. Then he pushed his underwear down and pulled out his penis. Damn is was roughly about eight inches. This one I wanted to down all the way. I took out a lips gloss and drew it over my lips about five times, licking them would not be enough for this bad boy. I |