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On gay sexual fantasy preferences
When you close your eyes, you enter your own world, a world of your own creation. No protocols, limitations or restrains. You just visualize your exclusive scenario and characters. From a personal experience, sexual fantasies have accompanied me from the time I started playing with my fleshy rod until now, although I have means for sex, but I still enjoy imagining the perfect situation, the ones that doesn’t happen all the time.
Sexual fantasies don’t have to stay in your mind, it’s such a thrill to realize your fantasy and feel that aphrodisiac rush embracing your body and soul. Adrenaline hits its highest levels in blood when a sexual fantasy is being actualized according to latest statistical studies.
Many fantasies exist in the gay panorama. Some are romantic, pinkish, the wrapped –up-in-clover kind of fantasies, the others are dark, twisted, “abnormal” fantasies. However, each category has its fans. Sometimes people like to do both depending on their mood. Me for example, I like to be creative with the first type and go crazy with the other one.
You and him/her On the top of a mountain, surrounded by leafy trees, and dozens of long-stemmed red flowers swaying right to left according to the breeze that comes and puffs on them. Sweet kisses, charming cuddles, making love on the dew grass, feeling every drop invading your skin to reach out to your soul, carrying with it the passion of your partner. Zeal bursts when bodies engage; pain mixes with pleasure producing the ultimate satisfaction.
What about a swimming pool? Open water with no one around except you and him. Exploring each other’s wet bodies under the burning sun. Caressing kisses, and igniting bites here and there. Blowing him under water, feeling one with nature in pleasing your partner. He’s holding the pool’s handles, giving his back to you, and you’re conquering his body. Seeing him twirl about drives you crazy, the reflections of his moist body blind your eyes, still you’re shoving your dick in and out unceasingly. You don’t care about his howls, they won’t stop you, and they’re just a prompt for you to keep going.
'Sexual fantasies don’t have to stay in your mind, it’s such a thrill to realize your fantasy and feel that aphrodisiac rush embracing your body and soul'
When everybody is sleeping, your mom just kissed you goodnight, even though you’re a big boy now, but it had become like a tradition. However, 15 minutes later, you’re still up, knowing that he’s coming from the window or hiding in the closet, and there he is, looking like a sexy love burglar. You grab him vigorously, kissing and biting every inch of his so far covered body. No time for words, just accelerating heavy breaths, burning your skin on the spot. Clothes are scattered all over the place, you’re making sure nobody hears you; you don’t want to get caught sinning in your parents’ house.
“Wait! Stop!” in a scared tone, “I hear somebody’s coming”. He doesn’t care, forbidden fruit is desired. He keeps going on, no caution is taking place, but it’s hot as it is. “Please stop!!” in a more relaxed yet anxious manner. You know he wants it, that’s why you’re taking it to the next level. Bodies are so close that they will merge at any second, flaming atmosphere under the sheets, there’s no oxygen left, and you’re sharing the minimum amounts. You don’t want to stop for air; this is once in a lifetime experience, in and deeper by the millisecond. The next thing he feels is the smoldering “milk” inside, burning his interior pipes yet delivering its duty.
Never has he thought he had a tendency towards being violent. He‘s always been the romantic cuddly kind of person. The first few times he played his part as usual. Same drive, different body. Until he was comfortable enough and ready to be introduced to another world. He knew it existed, but laughed his as* off when he was asked to perform such an act.
The sugar, juice, vodka…whatever it is, it was soaking his brain, leaving him no way but to try this new “way” of getting pleasure. The next second, he was the one to put the rules, chose the toys, and put on the energetic music instead of Celine’s chant.
He tied his partner’s hands to his back. He covered his eyes with a red tie, also his mouth. His legs were tied to the bed too. The tied hunk tried to tell the leader that he’s in pain from the tightly tied ropes, but he was met with a sharp unmerciful tone. Soon as he heard it, he obeyed.
The Conqueror used his victim’s body with no inhibitions. He was thinking about his own pleasure only. Nothing could stop him at the moment; he kept pushing everything to the limit. Marks of his favorite belt were in-scripted on the muscular body of his slave, he felt bad for a moment then he put his mean face back on.
He made him yearn for his “Harold”, putting it near his face, very close to his mouth. His jailed tongue could taste the dripping sips, but that was all. The succumbed body was winding like a desert snake; thirsty for the taste of a steamy, bulky... for the “Harold”! Nevertheless, that’s not the purpose; hedonism is to deprive yourself from satisfaction, in that way you’ll sublime to get to the real hidden pleasure.
Then, out of nowhere, he jumped over to his bottom like a hungry barbarian, and thrusted his timed bomb inside the anticipating volcano hole. It received it very abruptly then the suppressed cries started to increase begging him to stop and take it easy. Again, the rebel never ceased until he splashed off his vigorous sperms all over his “lover’s” back.