Author: aphroditefatoz

I’m afraid of my mind, it creates stories I’m not ready to tell. This one is dark, dirty, erotic. A fantasy of the type I wish never to tell anyone it is mine, and yet it comes full, complete with characters, details and

dialogues.

Making me wet and wanting.

I am scared to start. Scared to show it and yet it wants to be shown. It is a masterpiece of a fantasy. It has beginning, middle and end.

There is an evil, charming, twisted, implacable man. And a woman who is left with little choice but submit, and yet, not a victim.

A tale of hate and love…

I’m in that cage, with that woman now. She is a piece of me.

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I’ve been dreaming about that moment of suspense, just before something happens. When two people are in a situation where everything is prone and probable, but even then, not absolute or sure.

The other day I was going for a camping trip and this attractive man was going to sleep in my tent. I remember the thoughts “will he do anything? Will he lean over and kiss me? Will he touch me and undress me?” I was anticipating that delicious sensation the brain gets on the first touch where your mind says “it is happening, it is really happening!” and your heart just sighs and murmurs “wow”.

Watching CSI is really bad for me, I did another night and dreamt I was being chased by assassins and saw the barrel of a gun ready to shoot me before the dream changed. Having escaped I knew I wouldn’t just become a victim. I always get irritated at characters that go hiding and become these poor meek people. Even in my dream once I see myself being threatened I go into action. In this case I was learning some kind of fight with a school where policemen go to teach or learn. Then the anticipation came and I felt again the sensation: I’m dating one of these men… I looked around me and breathed in the emotion, knowing it would happen even if I didn’t know any of the details.

This is what has been in my mind… when I wake up it is still as if I was ready to be kissed, the split moment before the other’s lips touch mine…

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I can see each step I take I get closer and so do you. We will meet soon, I know, I can feel it in my bones. There is an energy surrounding me, as if you were whispering your assurances in my ear.

I’m not controlling anything anymore, I’m going with the flow and trusting, I’m surrendering. Relinquishing my control and gaining power. The power to walk surely towards you as you are running to me.

I see you running up the street, smiling and looking me in the eye like a stallion.

I laugh out loud throwing my head back and when I reopen my eyes they have that shine, that glow only love can give.

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One thing that inspires me in this life (and possibly many others) is looking at men. The more undressed they are, the better. I like looking at their calves and arms. Then their bums, faces and chests, belly, legs and obviously, their ‘playground’.

But talking about dressed or partly dressed men, the calves and arms are what are usually in display. When they are muscly I find them yummy and several times I felt like going to a man and saying:

‘Would you mind terribly if I bit your arm?’ (or calf depending on the

body part that attracted me the most)

‘Just a little bite, I promise not to mark you too much’

My manic grinning might scare them a bit. Although, if they are macho enough, I would think they would be up to the challenge. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the manic in me doesn’t come out to the real world very often and I haven’t bitten anyone (that I haven’t taken to bed)… yet.

Every time I see a scrumptious arm or a tender leg the urge to ask the question comes back though. One of these days…

Would you let me bite you?

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Every time I get there I get a jolt. I’ve been there a few times and for some reason it is taking the option of going to another beach off the chart. Even getting used, I still get a shock when the first nudists appear in my vision.

The place is adequately hidden and to get there you have to walk through some bush or arrive in a boat. After the last curve you start seeing them: nude people.

It is always bizarre, entertaining and educative.

I like men, their bodies, their shapes, their penises. I feel happy even only looking at them.

Then I strip and enjoy the liberty. The sensation of the sun touching me all over, and swimming nude is extremely enjoyable. The other day the water was too cold and I only managed to get into up to my waist. I was laughing alone with the movement of the cold water between my legs.

I find it very funny how people come to talk to my naked friends and I all the time. We have made a few friendships around and even funnier is that these people don’t seem to have second intentions.

I kept wondering what was that made people approach us like that. The answer was the common denominator. In a regular beach people are all different. Here is a bunch that is extraordinary, people able to shed their masks and unveil their shame. A shameless group that functions as a community.

They are protective of their own. It was interesting to see that it is quite safe, even in a group of women to be there. I didn’t venture there other than in the hottest hours of weekends, so I wouldn’t attest the safety when the place is deserted.

In the peak hours it is full of bare skin and interesting talk.

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