Most taboo fantasy

[lapadict]

I have a similar Stranger fantasy that will never happen unless of course I paid for it and the fantasy would loose it's spontaneity. Somewhere downtown in a public park or even on the street or metro, I would love for some woman who makes eye contact with me and we exchange smiles but continue about our business. Then she reverses direction, approaches me , says pardon me and proceeds to surprise me with a sloppy, deep, passionate tongue kiss lasting 20-30 seconds then goes her way but not before looking at her watch and glancing at the surrounding location. The implication being that at this time tomorrow in this spot, it could happen again.

There was this New York movie from 25 years ago called Subway stories where the character played by Rosie Perez had a chance encounter with a stranger played by a guy that I think might be Matt Dillon (or looks like him). They are both standing in the Subway car and she accidently brushes up on his hand that's holding the pole. She starts to rub herself off discretely from the contact. They had similar commute schedules and this became a daily unspoken encounter until he ruined it by beginning to try and speak with her. She clearly only wanted this kind of interaction and stormed away while berating him for ruining a good thing. Something similar is what I dream about.

 

[licknsplit]

Stumbled on this thread by accident today, THIRTY THREE PAGES (and counting)!!? Hot dang! I haven't read it all (yet) but it's very entertaining.

I haven't seen anyone talk about fart fetishes. I've always fantasized about having a cute younger girl (I did see a bunch of age related posts in earlier pages so I will clarify that by younger, I mean in their twenties, say.. 21-28) get on all fours, then I get behind her, she spreads her ass cheeks and farts in my face while I jerk myself off.

I guess what I find hot about this scenario is twofold:

1. witnessing a pretty girl do something we typically consider gross
2. being on the receiving end of it (the humiliation)

I thought I was a bit of a deviant at first and then I found a ton of JOI / ass sniffer porn clips so I guess it's more common than one might think.

Reminds me of one of my friends, when we were both younger and very naive.
A lady he'd just met are passionately kissing when she stops him and suggests they do 69. He replies: "what's that?", whereupon she demonstrates what to do.
All of a sudden, she farts! He is surprised by this but continues his deed.
She farts again! He pushes her off, gets off the bed and proceeds to get dress. Surprised, she asks what the problem is.
He replies: if you think I'm going thru this 67 more times, you're crazy!!

 

[philonius]

The outside/exhibitionist stuff has always been kinda hot to me but I had a session with a provider not long ago where we started with a little 420 sesh on the balcony and she was being cute, wiggling her ass while leaning on the railing and I said "you keep shaking that ass at me I'm gonna have to pull down those shorts and eat you out right here" and she kept at it so I gave her a look and she gave me a nod. I ate her ass out on the balcony while she smoked and it was glorious. Then she returned the favour and blew me while I smoked. It was unreal.

There wasn't much risk of us getting caught (we were the highest floor, and the railing sides were almost completely opaque down to the ground) but the fact that there were other people in the near vicinity talking and doing stuff oblivious to our debauchery was intensely hot.

 

[blow20102010]

The forbidden caregiver

I live in a place where caregiver help me with my daily routine. Most of them kept things professional, friendly, and distant. But then there was her.

She was young, maybe twenty-three, twenty-four, with a brightness in her voice and a spark in her eyes. Every time she came to help me, I could feel it the way she lingered when we talked, the way her laugh carried just a little longer than it needed to. I told myself not to think too much of it, especially since she had mentioned being engaged. She even joked once, calling her fiancé cock her “lollipop.”

One night, though, everything shifted. I couldn’t sleep and needed help turning in bed, so I called her. She came quickly, her smile as soft as the light spilling into the room. She adjusted me onto my back, and when she finished, instead of leaving right away, she paused.

“You having trouble sleeping?” she asked gently.

I nodded. She hesitated, then said, “I’ve got a little time before I check on the others. Want me to stay with you for a bit?”

When she lay down on the edge of the bed beside me, the air seemed to change. We talked, quietly, almost in whispers, for a few minutes. Then our eyes met and held, and everything between us went still.

Her voice dropped, barely audible. “You can kiss me if you want.”

My heart pounded. I leaned in, our lips meeting softly at first, then again, slower, deeper. In seconds it grew into something hungrier, a tangle of heat and breath and want. I whispered, half-teasing, half-nervous, if she wanted to kiss my “lollipop”. She smiled, biting her lip, then slipped away from my room for a moment.

I worried she’d changed her mind, but when she returned, she quietly said that she went to locked the door. The look in her eyes said everything. She leaned down, kissed me again, and the world outside ceased to exist.

The kiss deepened, turning into a desperate makeout, her hands roaming up and down while sucking my hard cock. It was reckless, impossible, forbidden — and that only made it more intoxicating. Every sound, every sigh, every brush of her body against mine felt like fire, a secret moment no one else could ever know. I bursted in euphemism and she swallowed every last drop like if it was her property.

It didn’t end that night. It happened a couple more times, always in stolen moments, always carrying that same heat and danger. But then, one day, she was gone. Fired. No warning, no goodbye. Just gone.

Sometimes, late at night, I think back to those moments, the way she looked at me, the fire in her kisses, the thrill of doing what we both knew we shouldn’t. And I can’t help but fantasize about it happening again. I tried to recreate those moments with a couple of SP, but it wasn't the same. With her it felt like I was really in a porn movie.