I used to fantacise about that gorgeous black haired girl from Cocktail then about five years passed on and I was in an up market bar in Chicago. There were these two girls in there and us 10 blokes having a great time. One chap, who I didn't like much decided to start chatting these girls up and I thought I'd go head to head with him.
Eventually, I managed to win the goureous one over and she subsequently asked me back to her place and it was just at that point that I realised who she was, yes, your right, that gorgeous black haired girl from Cocktail.
So I did what I did, FROZE and bottled it Damn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Therefore I fantacise about what I could have done (quite frequently) !!
Not all my fantasies are public transport ones but as it struck a chord I offer another.
I am on a crowded London tube pushed up against the connecting door to the next carriage and a man in a pin striped suit is on the other side pushed up against the glass too. I watch as a feminine hand reaches around him, long scarlet nails first massaging his penis from outside then opening his flies and searching within. He catches me looking and smiles smugly. Now the hand pulls his cock out and manipulates it. The movement of the train pushes the head of his cock against the glass and flattens it a bit. The fingers of the woman disappear again inside his trousers and I guess they are stroking his balls. His right arm is held behind him and I wonder what he is touching while this happens. The hand comes out again and starts working his cock more quickly, every so often stopping to squeeze the thick organ. At last the swollen tip gets redder and spurts out semen over the glass that starts to runs down. The woman's hand runs over the tip collecting what is left and the man brings his hand back from what it is doing and puts his satisfied and shrinking penis away. He grins and edges away from the glass to avoid getting it on his suit. I am left with an awkward hard on wondering why I never find travelling companions like that.
me washing up the dishes unaware that my partner or someone I know sexually... has come in the house... I am singing away as I do when washing..... suddenly I feel hands on my shoulders and I am pulled slightly into the person and then bent forwards.
My skirt is lifted up and my knickers are parted and I feel a few lubricated fingers/strap on forced into me (anally vaginally I don't mind :twisted: )
then using the sink to push back I am fucked very hard until they are worn out... then when they have finished I am turned round... we don't speak.. but kiss deeply.
I then push them down where they lick me out with their fingers deep inside me as I come onto their face.
This may seem a bit vanilla... but I have a fetish about cleaning.... lol... it must be seen to be believed. :shock:
What is it about washing up that is so damn sexy? I know what you mean and it is a turn on whether I am doing the washing up and am harassed or am the bloke harassing the washer upper. Is it because you are trapped in a task like the guy working underneath the car who gets played with?
sorry Stormy and sometimes a drop dead gorgeous woman with long thick dark hair, dressed in black leather biker gear. Whoever is on the back after a certain amount of riding along starts to get affected by the vibrations of the bike and their hands begin to wander up under my jacket and they find my already erect nipples and play gently and lazily with them. All the while I am becoming extremely aroused and begining to feel rather damp. Then the hands travel downwards and continue to work their magic down there. Eventually we have to stop the bike out in the wilderness by which time I and my passenger are absolutely frantic with desire and need to take it seriously................
