My Ideal Person He should be over 6 ft tall, smart, funny and visually appealing to me. He should have quick wit, great sense of humor, doesn't take things personally, loaded with testosterone, stamina and energy. He should have a good self image and cares about how he looks. it would be of benefit if he has got a working knowledge of motorcycles since riding is a huge part of my life. in fact, if he has his own bike, all the better.
Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
He's standing in the shadow of the sun, heat blasting
down on his back, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the shadows
and darkness of the barn. He hears the sound of a shovel scraping
the wooden floor, mumbling and cursing coming from the
back of the stalls. wafts of hay dust dancing in the streams
of sunrays glaring through the windows and walls. his body
outlined in a shadow on the floor. He stares at it, mind turning
over the image of him prone, the sounds of his woman in the
dark grunting, feeling a rise in his coveralls as he imagines
her naked and wanting. he walks quietly through the barn,
quiet and musky, thick smells of hay, wood, horse, manure
inciting primal needs. He arrives to the last stall in the row. The heavy door slung
open, his woman standing, leaning on her shovel, glaring
at the last remnents of waste to clean. the beads of sweat
shining in the thin rays of light. her white tank top sheer
with sweat tattoos clearly visible. he watches quietly,
erection aching as he watches her muscular body move to
continue her labor. She's focused and oblivious to
his presence. He steps away, glides quietly to the tack
room, peers about and pulls some items off the racks. returning
to the stall he finds his woman just turning at the end of
her chore. She starts, eyes bugging, and laughes. He's looking at
her, unsmiling, eyes lingering on her face, her neck, down
her wet tank top at her stiffening nipples, across her belly.
she stands, poised, one hand resting lightly on the shovel,
trembling slightly under his sullen gaze. She notices
the bulge in his pants and the leather straps in his hand.
her eyes flash as she feels her skin flush hotter than the
physical labor'd caused. He steps towards her, instinctively
she moves back, a small smirk appears across his lips. she
drops the shovel, eyes lowered taking in his movements
as she backs to the wall. He steps forward, closing in on
her till he's pressed against her damp body leaning
her hard into the wall. He kisses her deeply, she writhes
against him, pressing her hips against his hard cock. he grasps one hand, leaning
hard into her, raising it over her head, tying it quickly
to the grates of the window. she pulls against the rein,
teeth clenched, eyes on fire, and growls as he laughs. he
grabs her other arm, tethering her up hands close, no give,
no slack no play. she writhes against him, hot and sweaty,
he pulls out his pocket knife, hips pressing her hard against the wall,
and proceeds to cut through the thin material of her soaked
tank top. He shreds the rest of the way down exposing her
breasts nipples taut. he grabs her belt, pulling her hips
towards him, bends and runs his tongue ever so lightly across
the flesh of her breast, teeth chuncking onto her peirced
nipples. his woman tilts her head back, eyes closed breathing
heavily and harshly, mumbling "oh fuck, goddamnit"
struggling with her bindings. he unbuckles her belt, pulls
it from the loops and turns her to face the wall. she can barely
fully turn, the tethers dragging at her skin as he presses
her against the wall, rough wood scraping her face and breasts.
He raises the belt and cracks it hard against her ass, 2,
3, 4 times. she yelps and swears. "fuck, motherfucker"
he laughes and palms her butt cheeks, feeling the heat rising
out of the thick material. she rises up on her toes and he
thwacks her again for good measure. "shit"
he steps forward again, kisses her softly on her neck, slides
a hand between her body and the wall, gently cupping her
breast, pulling her against him. she feels his hard cock
pressed against the crease of her ass. she moans in his embrace..............
feeling his hot breath against her back. he slides his hand
down to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. he pulls
them down to her ankles, kissing her fat ass cheeks, nuzzling, indulging in the red stripes laid there. kissing
the hot spots. as he stands, his hand strokes her wet cunt.
her hips lift to his touch, he slides a finger through her
moist lips, clinking her jewelry, touching her clit dipping
inside her hole, circling her asshole.
What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A remote wilderness spot, on the bike..... can i fuck at 90 mph?
What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Light Bondage, Spanking, Threesomes, Making Home "Movies", Participating in Erotic Photography, Handcuffs/Shackles, Leather, Massage
Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
i had a dream about giving nicholas cage a blow job... but
i don't fantasize about him. gina gershon is fucking
hot, specially in that movie Bound. as far as the guys go.....sean
connery i've had it hot for him since i saw him the first
time in whatever james bond movie thunderball maybe? or
was it the one before that? (i'm old remember)i remember,
From Russia with Love right up through his current stuff,
that man has it going on.
Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.
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