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September 22, 2010
Tell Me Your Sexy Fantasy
So there I was, minding my own business, when all of a sudden my friend started smacking me on the back of the neck. He said "Dude! You like, totally gotta see what some these chicks say on those sites that help you get laid, bro!" I figured if it's heavily making him switch to surfer lingo, it must be funny. Turns out it was the sexy fantasy found on various women's profiles.
What I didn't tell him was that I found some of them pretty hot. For example, one of the profiles mentioned the beautiful hottie was really into watching guys lick chocolate sauce off each other's six-pack abs before sharing her all throughout the night. All this talk of exhibitionism, exploration of one's sexuality and the thought of a threesome with two dudes in it may have made my suddenly-a-surfer friend burst out laughing, but it almost made my "Big Kahuna" burst out of my pants.
I do have to admit, though, that one sexy fantasy was a little out there even for me. One of the uploaded profile pics for this sexy angel left both of us breathless. She was wearing a very small pink bikini bottom that barely managed to keep her yummy bits covered up, as well as a pink tie. Nothing else. This busty blonde was lying on her bed with her hair just failing to cover her nipples ("oops!") and her legs turned slightly to the side.
Pretty friggin' hot, right? However, her sexy fantasy included having a guy covered in white paint and rolling around on the floor while she threw eggs at his feet. Now, normally I'm not one to judge, as everybody's sexuality is their own. However, I get off from intimate contact (meaning sex followed by more sex, a quick nap while spooning and another round of sex), not paint and poultry-laid products.
The last one my friend showed me may have left his side hurting from laughing so much, but it actually convinced me to contact her once he left. She wanted to try some light bondage, meaning her wrists tied to the bedpost, while a guy of my height and endowment made not-so-gentle love to her. Kinky, right? However, she also wanted to do this while the first Batman movie played in the background, so that she could climax while hearing Michael Keaton utter "I am the night!" in a low, growling voice.
All I picked up from that statement was that a movie geek wanted to have wild and freaky-deaky sex. Since my own sexy fantasy involves anything non-vanilla with a geek, I simply couldn't resist. On a totally un-related note, I can't wait for Friday night.
Posted by brian at September 22, 2010 2:08 AM
