Julieannfringe said:Mine is a picnic table in a park in the almost-dark under some palm trees. There's reggae music wafting in from a bar nearby. I'm lying on the picnic table getting munched when six tall, handsome, silent men see us and walk over to our picnic table. They surround us pull out their boners and start to masturbate... The fantasy ends with orgasms for everyone...It's my favorite recurring erotic dream.
mmmmmmmmmm. . . . maybe its time for me to start exploring parks with palm trees.
These days it seems to be the same scenario. I have a standing invitation from some friends, a committed couple, to show up and play. They live a long way away, so for that and other reasons it never happened. But they're both bi and sexually aggressive in a playful way. So the fantasy usually follows a like of my showing up for an overnight, walking in and having one of them announce that it's time to drop clothes, so we leave our clothes in three little piles on the floor.
I let them know that I'm hungry for touch - no boundaries. We play and edge each other until the urges get too high and we end up in a wet sloppy threesome with rules like "never spill the jizz - eat it or shoot in or on one of us so we can lick it up." From there it's every kind of slippery fucky toungy pussy squirting deepthroating tricks I can imagine.
The reality would of course be way different; for one thing we'd all get exhausted. But the fantasy is all about no limits.