Most taboo fantasy
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Pendant qu'elle joue du violon?
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Du violoncelle, mais non.. c'est juste dire comment ya qqch de tellement chaud (pour moi) de voir une violoncelliste jouer. La vibration, l'émotion, les jambes ouvertes, I don't know, mais hier soir suis tombé sur une émission où il y en avait une et ouf.. j'ai senti la chaleur et l'inconfort m'envahir lol
Probablement pas le bon thread, car pas si taboo que ça, mais bon.. c'est dit
Fantasme no.326: déguster un bon Bordeaux d’appellation controlée dans un bordel pendant une fellation incontrôlée.
Fantasme no.326: déguster un bon Bordeaux d’appellation controlée dans un bordel pendant une fellation incontrôlée.
Un Bordeaux comme celui-là?
getting an amazing BBBJ wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe on the balcony by a hot SP in heels and fucking her overthe balcony railing in broad daylight
One of my biggest fantasies is on a hot summer evening, dressed sharply, walking through the Old Port during a event. By my side is a breathtaking woman, the kind who turns every head because of her elegance. Her heels click softly on the pavement, her perfume lingering in the air, and every step we take together feels magnetic.
We hold hands, our fingers intertwined, and in the middle of the crowd we share slow, passionate kisses as if the world around us didn’t exist. I want people to look at us and feel that spark, that rare chemistry thinking, “Damn, that guy is just lucky…” hehe
We hold hands, our fingers intertwined, and in the middle of the crowd we share slow, passionate kisses as if the world around us didn’t exist. I want people to look at us and feel that spark, that rare chemistry thinking, “Damn, that guy is just lucky…” hehe
One of my biggest fantasies is on a hot summer evening, dressed sharply, walking through the Old Port during a event. By my side is a breathtaking woman, the kind who turns every head because of her elegance. Her heels click softly on the pavement, her perfume lingering in the air, and every step we take together feels magnetic.
We hold hands, our fingers intertwined, and in the middle of the crowd we share slow, passionate kisses as if the world around us didn’t exist. I want people to look at us and feel that spark, that rare chemistry thinking, “Damn, that guy is just lucky…” hehe
Did a SOTB up north by a river last year on a sunny warm summer morning with my favorite.
I was dining at Y while a kayaker passed by…and some others passed by while we were in doggy.
As our show was beginning to be a bit too much popular, we finished in the bushes
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Pas le même , mais il est en lien avec le vin.Fantasme no.326: déguster un bon Bordeaux d’appellation controlée dans un bordel pendant une fellation incontrôlée.
Voilà un fantasme que j'ai déjà partiellement par le passé. J'aimerais bien le revivre et l'approfondir.
Inviter une sommelière (ou une wine geek) chez moi, elle a un accès libre à ma cave à vin. Elle choisit une bouteille, mais plus elle penche vers le prestige, plus elle devra subir les conséquences de mes caprices. Chaque gorgée deviendrai ainsi un jeu de pouvoir.
Je suggèrerait d’y aller pour des bulles de champagne bien brassées…
Stumbled on this thread by accident today, THIRTY THREE PAGES (and counting)!!? Hot dang! I haven't read it all (yet) but it's very entertaining.
I haven't seen anyone talk about fart fetishes. I've always fantasized about having a cute younger girl (I did see a bunch of age related posts in earlier pages so I will clarify that by younger, I mean in their twenties, say.. 21-28) get on all fours, then I get behind her, she spreads her ass cheeks and farts in my face while I jerk myself off.
I guess what I find hot about this scenario is twofold:
I haven't seen anyone talk about fart fetishes. I've always fantasized about having a cute younger girl (I did see a bunch of age related posts in earlier pages so I will clarify that by younger, I mean in their twenties, say.. 21-28) get on all fours, then I get behind her, she spreads her ass cheeks and farts in my face while I jerk myself off.
I guess what I find hot about this scenario is twofold:
- witnessing a pretty girl do something we typically consider gross
- being on the receiving end of it (the humiliation)
Alright, one more. This time, with an older woman. I love large natural breasts and I have come to get REALLY turned on by sagging breasts. Stretch marks a plus!
Anyway, meeting an older woman who lets me slap her saggy titties (hard), maybe tie em up with zip ties.
Needless to say, not something easily found, sadly
EDIT: btw, if there are any older SPs with large natural saggy breasts (who are into getting roughed up a little) reading this, DM me! I promise you I'm a sweet, respectful guy.
Anyway, meeting an older woman who lets me slap her saggy titties (hard), maybe tie em up with zip ties.
Needless to say, not something easily found, sadly
EDIT: btw, if there are any older SPs with large natural saggy breasts (who are into getting roughed up a little) reading this, DM me! I promise you I'm a sweet, respectful guy.
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CONTEXT: I'm from out of town and sex has really dried up on the home front over the last 4 years (long term monogamous relationship).
One of my fantasies would be to meet, on an ongoing basis when I come to Montreal, a woman (age is irrelevant for this one, she could be 20 or she could be 50, it doesn't matter) who would jerk me off in a semi public place. Could be a back alley downtown, could be sitting at a picnic table in a park, ideally not always in the same place.
We meet, I take it out, she gets me off and then we part ways. We never speak and it is imperative that she look me in the eyes the whole time so that she sees my shame. No contact in between meetings except to schedule the next one when I'm about to come into town. We need to be remain strangers to one another.
One of my fantasies would be to meet, on an ongoing basis when I come to Montreal, a woman (age is irrelevant for this one, she could be 20 or she could be 50, it doesn't matter) who would jerk me off in a semi public place. Could be a back alley downtown, could be sitting at a picnic table in a park, ideally not always in the same place.
We meet, I take it out, she gets me off and then we part ways. We never speak and it is imperative that she look me in the eyes the whole time so that she sees my shame. No contact in between meetings except to schedule the next one when I'm about to come into town. We need to be remain strangers to one another.
I have a similar Stranger fantasy that will never happen unless of course I paid for it and the fantasy would loose it's spontaneity. Somewhere downtown in a public park or even on the street or metro, I would love for some woman who makes eye contact with me and we exchange smiles but continue about our business. Then she reverses direction, approaches me , says pardon me and proceeds to surprise me with a sloppy, deep, passionate tongue kiss lasting 20-30 seconds then goes her way but not before looking at her watch and glancing at the surrounding location. The implication being that at this time tomorrow in this spot, it could happen again.
There was this New York movie from 25 years ago called Subway stories where the character played by Rosie Perez had a chance encounter with a stranger played by a guy that I think might be Matt Dillon (or looks like him). They are both standing in the Subway car and she accidently brushes up on his hand that's holding the pole. She starts to rub herself off discretely from the contact. They had similar commute schedules and this became a daily unspoken encounter until he ruined it by beginning to try and speak with her. She clearly only wanted this kind of interaction and stormed away while berating him for ruining a good thing. Something similar is what I dream about.
There was this New York movie from 25 years ago called Subway stories where the character played by Rosie Perez had a chance encounter with a stranger played by a guy that I think might be Matt Dillon (or looks like him). They are both standing in the Subway car and she accidently brushes up on his hand that's holding the pole. She starts to rub herself off discretely from the contact. They had similar commute schedules and this became a daily unspoken encounter until he ruined it by beginning to try and speak with her. She clearly only wanted this kind of interaction and stormed away while berating him for ruining a good thing. Something similar is what I dream about.
Reminds me of one of my friends, when we were both younger and very naive.
A lady he'd just met are passionately kissing when she stops him and suggests they do 69. He replies: "what's that?", whereupon she demonstrates what to do.
All of a sudden, she farts! He is surprised by this but continues his deed.
She farts again! He pushes her off, gets off the bed and proceeds to get dress. Surprised, she asks what the problem is.
He replies: if you think I'm going thru this 67 more times, you're crazy!!
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