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OK...my long-term sex fantasy. (meaning that I've had it for years)
I get a knock on the door. It's a man, beautifully dressed in a formal tux with tails, fancy cufflinks, a black cloak...and a white mask ala Phantom of the Opera) In one fell swoop, he gathers me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom, where he makes love to me like he's playing a rare insturment. (if that makes any sense) All the while, his expression is hidden by the mask, except his dark eyes which look at me in adoration.
A very strange, narcissistic fantasy, but I've had it for years.
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