Here's my post copied from Gigi's similar thread in ANOTHER REALM. Copied because it won't change. It won't EVER change. Even when it's fulfilled, it won't change.
Mine in comparison to others is quite simple; yet, benign. From the beginning of my playful days many years ago I've had the same one and never done a thing to fulfill it nor do I recall ever sharing it.
I fantasize about lounging in a hotel bar after dinner, compiling notes from the days activities. Small table, alone, when I become aware of a striking brunette [blond, redhead, etc.] a few tables away slowly becoming aware of me. The keyword is 'slow' now and hereafter.
We speak and move to the same area and with the exchange of humor, the flow of vodka, and the irrepressible aroma of anonymity, we began to gently trade casual touches. For an hour these continue, growing more purposeful and powerful, all the while pointing intentionally toward the passion to come. The fantasy continues to play out as it would for any man and woman and results in a full night of gentle care for one another's needs resulting in gritty, curled toes, sweat and obscenities being spewed all over the sheets. And I'd like to know somehow that I'd been used simply for her own pleasure.
Any compensation for this, whether she was a professional or not, is entirely incidental to my fantasy.
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I'm dying to know....
