Friday, July 3, 2009

What's your fantasy?


Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.
~Dr. Seuss

Fantasies. Yeah. We all have them. Today, mine is being on a secluded beach somewhere, in a hammock. It's about 85 and breezy, with not a drop of humidity. I'm debating on whether or not I'm too lazy to walk over the hot sand for a swim, but I'm enjoying how it feels to drift in between dozing and that lazy half-awake feeling that washes over me. I smell like coconut suntan lotion. There is a little drink in a hollowed out pineapple next to me, and I might take a drink, or I might just lick the salt off my lips from the sea air. And up the beach a bit, I see a tall, dark-haired man walking toward me, ankle deep in the water that is lapping at the shore line.

So it begins. The fantasy, that is. We all know our realities of writing checks, folding laundry, sitting in rush-hour traffic. And those things are fine…that's how we survive our day-to-day stuff. But we need fantasy; we crave it. So maybe I'll retreat into my own personal fantasies. Or maybe I'll read erotica.

When I read erotica, I like to imagine someone completely new. I very rarely ever imagine a celebrity or someone I might know because I like the fantasy of it. So in my mind, I can make up the mysterious stranger in my daydream or imagine the hot doctor or bartender I read about in an erotic story. And even more than imaging who it is, I like imagining the sensations: the way my breath catches in my chest when the dark-haired stranger finally approaches my hammock, the way the sun beats down on me, the way his skin would feel under my fingertips as I trace the arch of his lower back.

When I read erotica, I also like that I get to visit someone else's fantasy. Do things I wouldn’t imagine doing, meet people I wouldn’t imagine meeting, go places I wouldn't imagine going. I relish in the author's creativity and enjoy their sensual nature. Maybe it will spark a few fantasies of my own.

Tomorrow, I will likely find something delicious to read. But for now, I'm going to get back to my real life, my work…and try very hard not to think of the way the swim trunks hang on my dark-haired fantasy man's hips or the first thing he says as he approaches my hammock. I said try. I am human, after all…

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6 comments:

Angela Lee said...

I love dark-haired fantasy men. Real ones, too... Ah, but the imagery in this says it all. Thanks for sharing that!

-angela

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

No, dear, you aint a goddess.
You're a mortal sinner like me...
yet, I have found the Way Home
where I can become a small part
of love making with you to
populate the wide universe
N beyond for infinity.
Wanna?
Then...
Sign-up, baby doll...

Ok. Here's the deal:

Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
(thus, my ethereal nomenclature) -
so I actually know God exists:
He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
Him and strive to follow His Laws;
for those who wanna know what
Seventh-Heaven holds for your
indelible, magnificent soul whom
God has so carefully crafted -
and if you're not too concerned
with WWIII and N. Korea,
you better follow us:

Find-out what RCIA means and join.
trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your indelible soul.

Read 'Desires In Heaven'
Wiseabove.blogspot.com
cya soon Upstairs, lil one...
Love. You.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

Love you, ms-gorgeous-chick-
whom-I'd-love-to-serve-for-
777+ sextillion-years.
Yes, dear, that's a real number
believe it or not.

They didnt have the sex crazed
culture we're living in today;
also, SEX is used as a nautical term,
like SEXTANT which is a guide
for ships when they didnt have GPS.

Jussta lil history from Above.
Why not fire-ALL-cylinders
on your trek?
Why not become a saint
by loving God N loving your nay-bore?
HintHint
Love you.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

What's MY fantasy in Seventh-Heaven?

Here's my desire in Seventh-Heaven
which you certainly may be a part of -
just gotta git your own rocket, men.
Young women I'd most certainly allow:

If you wanna wiseabove this earth,
you'll someday BE in Seventh-Heaven
to make love with moi, aussi
soft, slow, smooth on a yacht...
on a waterbed... in a treehouse...
in a ski-resort... on the beach...
with thousands of menageAtrois...
anywhere, ya wild thang,
for 777ish sextillion years!!!
(yes, dear, that's a real number);

Wouldn't ya loooove a tall, erect
rocket ship with TWO, bulbous fuel-tanks
down below, cooling-off N steaming,
as we land on this rock-solid, pristine,
wild world where we could be fruitFULL??

Yet... not here. not now. not yet.
Can ya wait for this human?
I wanna please you N gratify you;
I wanna be on the bottom...
I wanna wrap my strong legs around you...
I wanna suckle N caress
your long, delicious, adorable nipples...
I wanna give you many, many, many, MANY
orgasms before I have my own,
as we'll roam through the universe
eXXXploring places to procreate...
☆Can't wait, dear☆

Here's how YOU and i can B1;
here's our proposal:
HEER YE! O HEER YE!!

I'd looove to meet you
in passionate, intoxicating,
larger-than-life Seventh-Heaven...
yet, you first must be prepared:
Find-out what RCIA means and join;
classes are free,
once per week,
starting early September.

Im sooo not better than you
...yet, I gotta lotta d'knowlijj
which'll save-your-soul, kapiche??
Sorry fo d'New Yoirk accent.

PS Turn-away from idolatry/indifference
(worshipping the world/laissez-faire).
Turn-away from mortal sin.
Turn 180°
Turn RITE.
reTurn to Jesus:
He'd looove for you to be
forgiven thru repentance.
Focus on Jesus!!!
Follow us to the Great Beyond.
Follow us to Seventh-Heaven.
Follow us to Holy Mass
& say the Rosary once per day.
Do the RCIA, too.
I. Love. You. earthling
I'll definitely pray for you
as you fully trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your fruitful, indelible soul.

Yes, earthling, Im an NDE:
I know exactly what Almighty God
has prepared for those who love Him
and follow Him in this finite existence:
an eternal explosion-of-extravagance
which few are askin for anymore...
yet, 1-outta-1 bites-the-dust.
Strange how many people
DONT want everything
from our Creator.
Que cera cera.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

Love you, ms-gorgeous-chick-
whom-I'd-love-to-serve-for-
777+ sextillion-years.
Yes, dear, that's a real number
believe it or not.

They didnt have the sex crazed
culture we're living in today;
also, SEX is used as a nautical term,
like SEXTANT which is a guide
for ships when they didnt have GPS.

Jussta lil history from Above.
Why not fire-ALL-cylinders
on your trek?
Why not become a saint
by loving God N loving your nay-bore?
HintHint
Love you.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

No, dear, you aint a goddess.
You're a mortal sinner like me...
yet, I have found the Way Home
where I can become a small part
of love making with you to
populate the wide universe
N beyond for infinity.
Wanna?
Then...
Sign-up, baby doll...

Ok. Here's the deal:

Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
(thus, my ethereal nomenclature) -
so I actually know God exists:
He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
Him and strive to follow His Laws;
for those who wanna know what
Seventh-Heaven holds for your
indelible, magnificent soul whom
God has so carefully crafted -
and if you're not too concerned
with WWIII and N. Korea,
you better follow us:

Find-out what RCIA means and join.
trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your indelible soul.

Read 'Desires In Heaven'
Wiseabove.blogspot.com
cya soon Upstairs, lil one...
Love. You.