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No, I Won’t Tell You My Most Secret Sexual Fantasy
It is way too private.
So I bet you think this is what women fantasize about — like something from a cover of a romance novel, a warm fire burning, and a tall dark handsome man making love to me beside the fire?
Um…that’s not what I fantasize about. I can’t even tell you what I fantasize about.
Why not? Because…you would be shocked and frightened probably.
You would.
I would never tell anyone this — anyone. Because it would give them the wrong idea about me. I don’t want this to happen to me in real life — hell no.
I do like thinking about it, though, as I pleasure myself with my Satisfyer.
It does the trick every time. But I keep this to myself, and even my lovers don’t know about this desire, because I’m slightly ashamed of it.
I would never be able to share this with anyone because if they saw me there, in the fantasy, the way I see myself, I am not sure they would treat me with the respect I know I deserve.
If they saw me there, with my arms over my head. On a stage in a private nightclub, in front of an audience. And the ropes tied to a kind of beam that hangs over the stage. Wearing a little black dress, like women usually wear to a…
