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Tide · 08-07-2008, 08:06 AM

I'm not the greatest talker that ever lived and my hand writing can be pretty cryptic. So for the first couple of years I would text my fantasies to my girlfriend. These would generally get longer and longer (10 messages sent as one seem to be the limit) until I just couldn't be bothered writing that much into a phone any more.

Anyway, the stories I write her now seem to get too big and generally they slow down or I loose interest before the actual sex begins but I find they give us enough leway to begin making a fantasy real then improvising the dirtier bits.

Here's one I started today for her:

We spend some time discussing and preparing for our evening, drinking and laughing, making sure all the details are just right before we begin. After an hour or two we are ready. We have drunk enough courage and refined our plan to the last detail, all it takes now is for us to begin. You disappear out the door to make your grand entrance and I sit waiting in the front room with the video camera.

I hear a knock on the door, the signal to begin recording, and your entrance shortly follows. You take your time to come through the door allowing me enough time to track your emergence into the room starting at your stripper heels, rising up along the nylon stockings covering your beautiful legs, to the hem of the little black dress we picked out, past your narrow waist up to your beautiful breasts. You look deep into the camera and give it a wicked grin. You walk a couple of steps, the only sound above my heartbeat is that made by the large metal ring that hangs from your leather collar. You glide over to the computer to put some music on. I stand up and walk behind you as Peaches first album surges out of the speakers. As Peaches does her work, so do you. Your legs cross at your ankles and you drop down to your elbows on the desk in front of you. I take my time filming you leaning over then slowly you begin to lift up your dress to reveal the top of your hold-ups. I see your head turn as you look straight into the camera, smiling, and then slowly biting your lip as you raise your dress all the way up to your hips to reveal the full glory of you magnificent behind. I take it all in, the fruition of a fantasy coming to life. I would be frozen there like that, forever, if you didn’t giggle. The sight of you bent over the desk with your dress hitched up is made all the sexier by the jewelled rosebud in your ass, sparkling beautifully, like a pornographic disco ball.

I’m brought out of my trance as you lift one of you hands gently of the table and bring it sharply down on you behind, creating a smack that wrenches me from a very happy place. Fortunately I awake in an equally happy place. You stand up and let your dress fall back down to a more presentable level before walking over to the middle of the room. I keep the camera on you as you slide the straps off your shoulders and let the clingy black fabric drop to the floor. Again I am mesmerised by the curves of your body. You stand there with you hands on your hips as you kick away the dress. I stare at your wonderfully body as I pan the camera down your sexy physique. Your nipples are adorned with little clamps held together by a short chain. Under your breasts sits the corset I bought you for valentines, snugly hugging your waist. Below that is the crude writing and arrows we painted on earlier, all pointing to a freshly trimmed pussy. Then down to your lovely long legs, clad in black hold-ups.

As I pan back up to meet your face you smile at me and motion for me to come over to you.

I always feel with this sort ther is too much 'you do this' 'i do that' 'then this happens'.
I tried writing one with dialogue but eventually the dialogue ran away with me and I got 9 pages through and forgot what I had intended to fantasize about.

Ho hum.

08-07-2008, 08:06 AM	#112 (permalink)
Tide Upright Location: Glasgow	I'm not the greatest talker that ever lived and my hand writing can be pretty cryptic. So for the first couple of years I would text my fantasies to my girlfriend. These would generally get longer and longer (10 messages sent as one seem to be the limit) until I just couldn't be bothered writing that much into a phone any more. Anyway, the stories I write her now seem to get too big and generally they slow down or I loose interest before the actual sex begins but I find they give us enough leway to begin making a fantasy real then improvising the dirtier bits. Here's one I started today for her: We spend some time discussing and preparing for our evening, drinking and laughing, making sure all the details are just right before we begin. After an hour or two we are ready. We have drunk enough courage and refined our plan to the last detail, all it takes now is for us to begin. You disappear out the door to make your grand entrance and I sit waiting in the front room with the video camera. I hear a knock on the door, the signal to begin recording, and your entrance shortly follows. You take your time to come through the door allowing me enough time to track your emergence into the room starting at your stripper heels, rising up along the nylon stockings covering your beautiful legs, to the hem of the little black dress we picked out, past your narrow waist up to your beautiful breasts. You look deep into the camera and give it a wicked grin. You walk a couple of steps, the only sound above my heartbeat is that made by the large metal ring that hangs from your leather collar. You glide over to the computer to put some music on. I stand up and walk behind you as Peaches first album surges out of the speakers. As Peaches does her work, so do you. Your legs cross at your ankles and you drop down to your elbows on the desk in front of you. I take my time filming you leaning over then slowly you begin to lift up your dress to reveal the top of your hold-ups. I see your head turn as you look straight into the camera, smiling, and then slowly biting your lip as you raise your dress all the way up to your hips to reveal the full glory of you magnificent behind. I take it all in, the fruition of a fantasy coming to life. I would be frozen there like that, forever, if you didn’t giggle. The sight of you bent over the desk with your dress hitched up is made all the sexier by the jewelled rosebud in your ass, sparkling beautifully, like a pornographic disco ball. I’m brought out of my trance as you lift one of you hands gently of the table and bring it sharply down on you behind, creating a smack that wrenches me from a very happy place. Fortunately I awake in an equally happy place. You stand up and let your dress fall back down to a more presentable level before walking over to the middle of the room. I keep the camera on you as you slide the straps off your shoulders and let the clingy black fabric drop to the floor. Again I am mesmerised by the curves of your body. You stand there with you hands on your hips as you kick away the dress. I stare at your wonderfully body as I pan the camera down your sexy physique. Your nipples are adorned with little clamps held together by a short chain. Under your breasts sits the corset I bought you for valentines, snugly hugging your waist. Below that is the crude writing and arrows we painted on earlier, all pointing to a freshly trimmed pussy. Then down to your lovely long legs, clad in black hold-ups. As I pan back up to meet your face you smile at me and motion for me to come over to you. I always feel with this sort ther is too much 'you do this' 'i do that' 'then this happens'. I tried writing one with dialogue but eventually the dialogue ran away with me and I got 9 pages through and forgot what I had intended to fantasize about. Ho hum. __________________ I never dream. But when I do it's always the same one.