Don’t be shy, we all have at least one fantasy, and the moral of this story is fulfill it! Whether it’s role-play or a ménage a trios, most people have an erotic vision that they’d secretly love to become a reality. I won’t lie, I have one. Heck, I have a handful of them!
I came across an article about a book by Tracey Cox Dare: “What Happens When Fantasies Come True” on emandlo.com. Well, forget my new James Patterson book now! I found a new summer read! Emandlo reveals an excerpt that will rev your engines. It explains the value of having fantasies and how they can improve your sexual world. The published piece from Cox’s book is a British women’s account of a lusty fantasy coming to life 32,000 ft in the air. It’s HAWT, grab your hipster-oversized glasses and get your read on:
THE FANTASY
I’m traveling with a work colleague who I have always lusted after. We’re both single and we travel together a lot for business. We get on really well but I’ve never been able to tell if he fancies me or just likes me as a friend. The night before our flight, we were up late schmoozing clients, so we’re both a bit hungover and in silly moods. He looks even hotter than usual because he hasn’t shaved and I love the stubble – his jaw line is square and the stubble just accentuates it. He’s got long, dark eyelashes and gorgeous blue eyes, and every time we work together half of me works while the other fantasizes about the two of us getting it on. We both line up to board the plane and are delighted to find we’ve been bumped up from Business to First-Class. It’s an eight-hour flight and we’re both looking forward to having a glass of wine and then passing out on the flat beds. We settle in, chat a bit, then both start watching movies while enjoying our wine.
In First-Class, there are about a zillion films to choose from and I end up watching an old movie: 8 Mile starring Eminem and Brittany Murphy. There’s an incredibly hot sex scene in it that’s explicit and looks really real, like they’re really having sex, not just acting for the cameras. The combination of the hangover (I’m always up for sex the day after drinking), the wine, the sexy luxury of being in First and my hot colleague sitting next to me, makes me feel really turned on. I surreptitiously play the same sex scene over and over, rewinding and replaying. My colleague is blissfully unaware of my high state of excitement because I’ve angled the screen so he can’t see what I’m watching. (Well, that’s what I think, anyway!) Eventually, I get to the point where I’m desperate for release and it just so happens, I have a small bullet vibrator in my hand luggage. I discreetly get it out of my bag, pocket it and get up out of my seat, smiling at my friend and pointing to the loo to explain where I’m going. He looks at me intently and we lock eyes. I flush. For a moment, it feels like he’s reading my mind and knows exactly what I’m going to the loo to do . . .
As I move through the cabin, I see nearly all the passengers are asleep. Brilliant. I won’t have to rush and won’t be disturbed. The flight attendants are eating their meals and have the curtain pulled back. But I’ve barely had time to pull up my skirt and turn the vibe on, when there’s a discreet knock at the door. What the fuck? Annoyed, I say loudly ‘Someone’s in here’ and am astonished when I hear my work mate say, ‘I know. Let me in.’
My stomach flips and I’m genuinely shocked. What does he want? Is something wrong? I don’t dare hope for what seems obvious: he wants to join in! I get myself together and pocket the vibe. When I open the door he’s standing there with a huge naughty grin on his face. He looks directly into my eyes and says ‘I know what you’re up to. I could see what you were watching. Let me in.’
I’m tipsy enough not to be embarrassed and all those years of pent-up lust render me incapable of resisting him. I reach out with my arm, grab him around the neck and pull him inside. We’re kissing before I’ve even locked the door behind us and it feels glorious. We’re biting each other’s lips and there’s lots of tongue. He starts moving his tongue inside my mouth suggestively, mimicking oral sex, so I push his head down and he immediately moves to my breasts and pulls open my top, sucking and squeezing my nipples. There’s not much room so I end up sitting on the closed loo seat with my skirt hiked up and him kneeling on the floor between my legs. He takes my panties off and then his deliciously slippery tongue is teasing me and I come in about two minutes. He pulls back and looks at me – his face is wet from licking me and he looks so aroused, it makes me crazy. I tell him to stand up then I unzip him and take his lovely erect penis into my mouth. It’s big and thick and exactly as I’d imagined. I’m great at giving head – all of my boyfriends have told me – so he doesn’t last very long either.
The whole thing only takes about five minutes, so when he comes out of the loo, the coast is clear. I wait a few minutes then come out myself. There’s only one guy awake in the cabin and he either didn’t notice both of us missing or didn’t care. Back at our seats, my sexy colleague leans over and gives me a slow, sexy kiss and says ‘I’ve wanted to do that for years.’
If that doesn’t make you want to run to your local Barnes & Nobles I don’t know what will! So in the words of Ludacris… what’s your fantasy?
“Mental exercises increase brain activity but only in relatively localized regions. Orgasm activates the whole. At orgasm we see a tremendous increase in the blood flow (to the brain). It brings all the nutrients and oxygenation to the brain,” he told The Times. Hi people, sex is brain food! Blueberries and your daily dose of fish are essential too but do they taste as good as an orgasm? Maybe this is what the meaning of “I’ll fuck your brains out” means? For the entire article click here.
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