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What fantasy made you question who you were?

I was in a public pool full of friends and family, along with a few unfamiliar faces. It was loud, screams and laughter only hushed by the sound of water splashing or the occasional lifeguard whistle. Still, even with all of the commotion surrounding me, I found myself alone in the deep end of the pool. I wasn't a great swimmer back then but I was determined to be an "adult". But I couldn't tread any longer, I was out of breath and beginning to panic. So I waddled my very adult self to the nearest corner and clung onto the walls with whatever energy I had left. Light headed and shaken up, that's the state I was in when my first "shocking" fantasy began.

The fantasy mirrored my own reality, I was in a crowded pool and I was struggling to stay afloat. Suddenly a strange man was advancing on me, pushing me into even deeper water until my back hit a wall. Just like that, his body was completely towering over my own petite frame, obstructing any view that may have saved me from this unwanted attention. He immediately closed the small gap between us and then his hands were everywhere. On my kicking legs, on my trembling thighs, my spasming chest. I felt him tug the spandex material of my bathing suit aside until several of his fingers were nestled against my slick pussy.

The fantasy ended there after I was interrupted and brought back into the land of the living. It was the first fantasy that made me really wonder what I wanted and why I wanted it. If I was a bad person, if I was a traitor to women, if I was part of "the problem" rather than the solution. But even then, I knew that I couldn't control what turned me on, all I can do is try to express these needs in a healthy(ish) manner. So here I am, expressing.

What was your first fantasy, that wasn't inspired by a movie or comic book, that made you take a step back and ask why? I'd love to know :rose:
 
Your tales of growing into yourself are very compelling L. I often find myself locked onto reading through until I run out of material
 
What fantasy made you question who you were?

I was in a public pool full of friends and family, along with a few unfamiliar faces. It was loud, screams and laughter only hushed by the sound of water splashing or the occasional lifeguard whistle. Still, even with all of the commotion surrounding me, I found myself alone in the deep end of the pool. I wasn't a great swimmer back then but I was determined to be an "adult". But I couldn't tread any longer, I was out of breath and beginning to panic. So I waddled my very adult self to the nearest corner and clung onto the walls with whatever energy I had left. Light headed and shaken up, that's the state I was in when my first "shocking" fantasy began.

The fantasy mirrored my own reality, I was in a crowded pool and I was struggling to stay afloat. Suddenly a strange man was advancing on me, pushing me into even deeper water until my back hit a wall. Just like that, his body was completely towering over my own petite frame, obstructing any view that may have saved me from this unwanted attention. He immediately closed the small gap between us and then his hands were everywhere. On my kicking legs, on my trembling thighs, my spasming chest. I felt him tug the spandex material of my bathing suit aside until several of his fingers were nestled against my slick pussy.

The fantasy ended there after I was interrupted and brought back into the land of the living. It was the first fantasy that made me really wonder what I wanted and why I wanted it. If I was a bad person, if I was a traitor to women, if I was part of "the problem" rather than the solution. But even then, I knew that I couldn't control what turned me on, all I can do is try to express these needs in a healthy(ish) manner. So here I am, expressing.

What was your first fantasy, that wasn't inspired by a movie or comic book, that made you take a step back and ask why? I'd love to know :rose:
There's much talk that are certain times in our lives we are open to experiencing such vivid fantasy with such detail and emotional impact that its not a fantasy but us connecting with another us in an alternate space where the event is or has happened and for a breif moment we share the view of it before being shocked back into our current reality......

Or you just got scared ,excited and had a naughty fantasy .

And your still yummy in either reality :heart: :nana:
 
If you could be anybody's sex slave (or master), who's would you be? Anyone in history, fiction, anyone at all.
 
First time I have heard of someone fantasizing when under real stress, but love your telling of it.
 
If you could be anybody's sex slave (or master), who's would you be? Anyone in history, fiction, anyone at all.
I know of three women on lit I would enjoy being their master even for one night, Lillycane is one the other two will be my secret for now BAWAHAHAHAHA! :nana: :kiss:
 
I can think of a couple people I would love to be master for. You are one of them Lilly. Cleopatra, Jacqueline Kennedy, and Amy Adams fill out the rest.
 

They get up everyday to go to work for someone else
And somebody works for them so they think they've got it made
But they're all just working to get paid the very same
 

They get up everyday to go to work for someone else
And somebody works for them so they think they've got it made
But they're all just working to get paid the very same

If pictures like that are how one gets paid then I’ll volunteer for some overtime :D
 
Gorgeous pics, Lilly! Your long hair is awesome! Your body is fantastic!
 
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