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Fantasising is a very healthy activity. We use our imaginations to make up stories in our minds. The images can be so life-like that they provoke a response or stir up an emotion. Sexual fantasies are no different. We play thoughts and images in our minds that in turn make us horny. But what do we do with these fantasies? Bring us to climax? I hope you have a sex toy to hand to test! Some people like to act out their fantasies - hence people playing role-play and buying an assortment of weird and wonderful uniforms. And swingers and fetish clubs popping up in our towns (if you'll pardon the expression) And dogging becoming more known. I could ramble on like this for hours, but i think i'd loose my readership. But my point is that that some fantasies are healthy and safe to act out. Others however are not. This maybe because they are plain impossible or that they would injure yourself or someone else. Its important to keep in sight the line between fantasy and reality. Even when it is possible to act out a fantasy, is it always a good idea? In some cases it is defiantly the right thing to go and it is a very pleasurable experience. In other cases, it spoils the dream, because reality doesn't meet the expectations of the fantasy. So what do you fantasise about? If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine. Are you sitting conformably? Then I shall begin She switched off the phone and placed it carefully on the mantelpiece beside the two long slender candles. She lightly blew the flames of the candles making them flicker and dance. She felt pleased with herself, her mind was buzzing with excitement. She went swiftly into the bedroom, standing in front of the dressing table and slowly lifted her head to see her reflection in the mirror; smiling at herself with sexual mischievousness. She knew that if she worked the situation she had just set up that she would be able to steel a few moments of steamy passion. Shortly before the telephone conversation she had stepped out of a warm sensual bath. Her skin felt silky and soft moisturised by the aromatic body gel. Now she knew that she had roughly half an hour to prepare herself, to make herself alluring; to bate the trap in readiness for the fly who would be unwittingly be entering her parlour. She searched the assorted display of bottles on the dressing table before her; looking for an appropriate fragrance. Her hand selected a red bottle - Samsara. She reminisced as her hands lovingly caressed the bottle, and then she snatched the lid off and sprayed the scent into the air. The droplets of the perfume hung there temporarily like a cloud exuding its spicy aroma. She inhaled deeply before she stepped inside the mist allowing the vapour to settle on her skin. The sensual balmy fragrance provoking exotic images to her mind - of an eastern woman, scantily dressed in sheer mauve fabrics, the curves of her body clearly visible beneath. Jewels enhancing her half veiled beauty, the gems catching the flickering candle light as she danced, slowly and seductively her body wiggling, entwining with the music, stirring excitement in her observers. The droplets quickly evaporated, leaving their aroma on her skin as a reminder of her stimulating apparition. Her mind flickered back to the mission as she rummaged through her drawer of sexy lingerie. He’d be here soon, with his small white plastic bag filled with metal containers of Chinese food. She visualised him in her mind stood in the doorway handing her the bag; his helmet in his other hand, resting against his thigh. Her skin prickled excitedly with anticipation. She pulled an ivory silky garment from the drawer. Her tongue moistened her lips as she contemplated her choice. It was a long elegant nightie, with a plunging neckline and long side splits that revealed a lot of thigh. She held it up against herself to overview her appearance before committing herself. She was still wondering if short and tarty wouldn’t have a more beneficial effect. Then she could have blatantly bent over straight legged, letting the hem rise up to expose her naked buttocks. She shook the idea out of her head it was too forward. She would appear too cheap. Besides she wanted to play the game, to turn him on slowly, subtly, watching his excitement stir, witnessing the expression on his face change as his lust grew. She slipped into the garment. It was soft and light and flowed over her body, the shaping on the nightie extenuating her figure, gliding over her contours. The softness of the fabric felt nice against her naked flesh beneath. An excited shiver ran up her spine as her hands stroked the cloth down over her hips. The silky sheen made her feel sexy, which reflected in the slow controlled movements as she moved towards the mirror. The mirror showed her a pleasing image. Her eyes dropped from her face to examine the way the fabric caught the light, slightly shimmering, overstating the shadows and the folds. The shadows moved as she moved. They shifted and darted about seductively, playfully, growing and reducing but never actually disappearing. The shadows mirrored her dark side - mysterious and changing; spiritually and alluring. The doorbell rang. She looked herself in the eye and took a deep breath, settling her mind to what she was about to do. She glided down the stairs to the front door, she paused and before opening it for another deep intake of air. He was just as she had envisaged; his arm outstretched offering her the small white carrier bag. |
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