Monday, January 29, 2007

Twisted Fantasy

When i was younger, i didn't think i had fantasies, because if i desired a scenario, i did it. But the truth was i hadn't developed enough of a creative and imaginative sexual vantage point. But now i know that there are things that many might not ever see as sexy are or can be very... very sexy. Trips to the grocery store, car trips, visits to friends of your parents, doctors appointments, time spent weeding a garden can turn into fantastic fantasy scenarios. Anyhow, here is a brief synopsis of one of my fantasies...

I wake up groggy, last thing i remember i was listening to instructions from my humorless older boss. I am on a table, cold metal, strapped down. I test the binds and find myself tightly strapped down. My hair feels stiff and smells like hairspray, i realize it's been "done". My lips are slippery with lipstick, my eyelids heavy with dramatic eye make-up. I am covered with a sheet, hospital style. I can hear far off voices, monotone, droning. Finally i hear clapping, applause then i am being wheeled onto a stage, the lights blaring, warm, harsh. I am surrounded by men, in white coats, like scientists. They undo the straps and nudge me to my feet, the table is wheeled away and then the sheet is yanked from me. I am naked on the bare stage, harsh light illuminates me. In front of me is a sea of cold faced men. Suddenly out of a mic i hear the monotone voice, they are taking about me, describing me in a detached way, a detached way but very graphically. It reminds me of a slave auction but more sterile. Two men approach me and hold me and twist me into certain positions, bent over.. my ass spread so it can be seen. One puts an arm around my neck and pulls my head back, the crook of his elbow pressing against my trachea, I am balancing up on my tip toes, my chest thrust forward. The second pinches and slaps my nipples over and over. I look at his face, it is passionless, removed and methodical. The whole time this cold voice drones on about my assets. Mechanically the orator takes me apart, part by part, nipple by nipple, flesh by flesh, bit by bit. The entire time i feel ashamed, panicked.. or humiliated, because throughout this dehumanizing experience my pussy is heated and throbbing and i know the men are going to pull my legs apart, spreading me to the eyes of the men in the audience watching and they will see, how abundantly juicy i am.

So wouldn't you agree, i am a twisted and naughty girl. OK, i shared mine, your turn!

xxoo mia

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

that was way cool .very hot and so very sub.
my favort fantasy is to wake up as a beautiful woman and have 6 big black cocks servicing me 18 hours a day , three at a time.4hours for sleep and 2 hours for shower sex.
no need for food as cum is so full of vitamens. :)