bobsgirl said:Okay, well, brace yourself...
Libido: The more the better, the rougher the better, get out the riding crop.
Positions: Preferably, firmly attached to a sturdy chandelier. Centrifugal force is an awesome thing. We've also had some pretty hot times with that big spinning wheel and darts.
Use of toys: Mandatory. If MrB is being naughty, I forego the lube.
Boxers or briefs: Neither.
Oddly enough, those were mentioned in the location thread quite a bit this week.Scalywag said:
Those tear off way too easily. . . .um, nevermind.Scalywag said:Wait a minute....I just remembered something. Though I wrote earlier that I think mostly of reflections of past encounters, I do from time to time have thoughts that involve fur-lined velcro cuffs with tethers on my wife, and since we have never used them (other restraints yes, this type no) I suppose that falls in the fantasy category.
You are a hot mama anyhow, and i know from hot mamas.bobsgirl said:
LOL, knwo that you mention it..And I jsut thought the AC was ont he fritz. LOL.Scalywag said:
Oh we all know it's more frequent than just in your fantasies, but that aside, isn't fantasy what this thread is all about?bobsgirl said:
I'm one hot mama, if only in my fantasies.
Well Scaly:Scalywag said:
I feel a bit weird doing this but here is the little essay i wrote because i didn't want to lose it. It answers most of your questions.Scalywag said:I spent a lot of time thinking about this today. I have some questions:
So at first he did not know you were watching, then he noticed you, you continued to watch, and he continued to change?
What were the things that kept you interested? His looks? Physique? hair or lack of hair on chest? He was standing next to a Porche?
What was the continuation of his exercise that became your daydream?
(and i don't care for porsches that much, a nice ferrari however. . . )
Saucyminx said:I feel a bit weird doing this but here is the little essay i wrote because i didn't want to lose it. It answers most of your questions.
Ponytail
I was sitting in the car in the parking lot of the grocery store, music blaring, kids attempting each other’s homicide in the back. I was staring out the window. I hate being left in the car, it’s boring. I was considering joining the fray in the backseat just for entertainment’s sake. Either way I was tired of hollering at them—whichever one survived got to be only child—two kids enter, one kid leave. I smirked at the thought. Well, at least I was amusing myself.
I noticed the hair first. A rather unremarkable black jeep had pulled in the same row as us but the other side, 2 cars down. The driver had long wavy auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of the neck. Beautiful thick hair that caught my eye, and peaked my interest. The door opened and out stepped a mid 20s man. I don’t usually like long hair on men, but his fit him perfectly. Attractive but not drop-dead gorgeous, small glasses perched on his nose. Big, cute, and quirky—just my type. I smiled—the kids forgotten in the back, he had my full attention now. He kept his door open, shielding him from the opposing row, and stayed between the parked cars. He slipped off his jacket, laying it on the front seat. Nice broad shoulders, and he still hadn’t noticed my more than casual appraisal.
My heart started to beat a little faster when he pulled his tee shirt off over his head and tossed that into the car too. He had a very nicely muscled back and a blue tribal tattoo on his upper arm. Yummy, I love tattoos. I was openly staring now—he still hadn’t turned toward me since he started changing. I felt rude watching him, but couldn’t help myself. I was caught; both by his bare torso and the excitement that he didn’t know I was looking.
He leaned into the car giving me a good look at his jeans covered ass. Again, very nice. I licked my lips. He pulled a button down shirt out of the car and deftly put it on. I knew the show was almost over—but what to do? I hadn’t been caught. I could just look away and he’d never know, but a little part of me wanted him to. The brazen hussy part of me won out—as it always seems to. He pulled on his jacket and glanced around. His eyes widened slightly as they caught mine. I gave him a small, almost apologetic, smile but didn’t look away. I could feel the blush burning on my face. He smiled back, his cheeks as pink as mine—and we sat there staring at each other. Suddenly he looked down, a small boy was tugging at his sleeve. He glanced back up at me with a grin and pulled the little boy out of the car, giving him a hug before setting him down and heading for the store.
I watched for a second longer, and then returned to staring out the window again, but couldn’t resist one last peek. I looked up to find him looking back at me over his shoulder. He gave me a little wave and disappeared into the store, small boy in hand. The sounds of my children returned from the back, followed quickly by the sight of my husband returning to the car.
On the way home I wondered what he thought of our little encounter and if I’d ever see him again. I was sure I would even if it was only in fantasy. I could easily imagine that hair framing my face as he leaned over me, or spread across my thighs. I wondered if he would be imagining full lips and blue eyes staring at him from the darkness.
So that was the experience. The daydreams mostly involved taking it a step further than just watching. Obviously not going to happen--but nice to think about.
Scalywag said:Wow Saucyminx! I'm glad I asked.
I especially liked the part where you made eye contact but continued to look, and when you licked your lips.
The part about his hair framing your face....it reminded me of years ago when my wife had hair down to her butt....if she was on top that would happen to me. I miss that, but a very nice memory.
Thank you BG. Glad to be of service. Rereading it rather perked up my morning too. *nudge nudge wink wink*bobsgirl said:
*big blush* thank you muchly.Flyin_Free said:
I too used to have hair down past my hips. I was always surprised at how often it got caught in things, or under things, or in doors, or under other people. . .Scalywag said:
