I had an excellent dream this morning. I spent New Year’s Eve wandering around the streets of a futuristic Paris (the Marais to be exact) with MW#1. It was good. Between getting the Metro to places we travelled by sliding down giant tubes that were lined with school carpets so that you could surf down them.
I was looking lovely wearing over-the-knee riding boots paired delightfully inappropriately with a voluminous circle skirt dress (that Minnie Mouse-styled one from S&tC- Balenciaga, apparently) and long black coat with collar turned up.
MW#1 spent most of his time picking imaginary bugs out of my hair, stroking the back of my neck, and generally being bigger than me and smelling good. I was enjoying myself, smiling a lot and laughing as I twisted about on the platform in my big dress. MW#1 looked on disapprovingly, which I took as a cue to twist all the more determinedly and hum whist I meandered about.
We went to bars and he fed me cocktails, we went to shops and he bought me interesting-looking fruit; I repaid this generosity by being my usual entertaining self, running my fingers through his hair lots and making sure he got hugged when he needed to be hugged. I also tried hard to be pleasing to his eye in a selection of excellently ridiculous lingerie.
It was a good fantasy, even if I felt a little melancholy when I woke up.
I also dreamt that George Clooney was a teacher at my secondary school and we spent the entire time giggling as he would pass us girls in the corridor. Sigh.
On the subject of fantasies- I have been thinking about what some of mine are courtesy of Ludacris telling me that he’d like to lick lick lick lick lick me from my head to my toes. I think they are pretty boring and reflect my lack of intimacy more than a filthy mind- which I certainly do have; I know they are figments of imagination but I think if I had someone to experiment with I would be able to come up with more disgusting ideas. Lame I know.
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Getting wined, dined and massaged by my lover (i.e. generally taken care of)
Texting my lover at work and telling him to come upstairs and wait for me when he gets home and then completely silently undressing, bathing and exploring him
Being blindfolded and then restrained with pretty leather cuffs before getting a good seeing to
Taking on two men
The usual boring array of places other than the bedroom to have sex (cars, forests, stairs, kitchens, fields, lifts, aeroplanes, beaches, cinemas, gardens, alleys, rain, snow, etc)
Pushing my lover up against a wall and getting busy
Giving my lover a lapdance (and him appreciating it!)
Being pinned in the ring and then fucked by my opponent
Going out for the evening to meet my lover wearing nothing but my long black coat, underwear, heels and a smile
Dressing up in full predator wear (corset, mask, stockings, boots) and making my lover do mine bidding… him being naughty and me having to punish him by sitting on his face
Sharing a hot tub under the stars before going inside into the warmth and a blazing fire
Being covertly fingered under my skirt in public
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See? Bor-ing. The biggest fantasy of all of course is that I have someone who thinks the world of me and acts as such.
On that depressing note, a gift for you:
Frank Sinatra – South, To A Warmer Place http://rapidshare.com/files/12436048/south.rar.html
