My anal sex fantasy is in fact becoming an all-consuming thought, and I find myself thinking about it whenever I have a spare moment, although the tho...ght does not - and cannot - stay contained to a 'safe' time for my mind to mull it over. At inopportune times, I find myself wondering about it, and sometimes the image will flash in my mind of me being on all fours, a man behind me with his cock lined up to my asshole, ready to penetrate. I suppose if Darrin had been willing to try anal sex,. " I broke the kiss. I said to him: " Oh that is so sexy.... Stop rubbing me for a minute, Bruce. It feels so nice, I like it, I don't want you to really stop, but I want to talk to you a little, okay?" "I want to do something with you." He moved so I could touch his dick through his pants. "Did you like it when I was touching you here when we were in the library?" "He said something, I don't remember what, 'cause I was f******n and this was all about me."When you got home that night, and you. The sight Sheila in her dress has never faded. How to describe a vision? Sheila compared the dress to something for an elf queen. She has the magic part right. My mind goes more to Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Whether Tolkien’s queen or Shakespeare’s, Sheila was ethereal. In that dress her uncanny grace seemed inevitable, necessary. The vision lasted only a moment before Sheila embraced me. I always said I would have married her myself. We spent several minutes posing for pictures, as. It had a swirly skirt that should look great on a dance floor. I so hoped he would like me. I had been looking at Tom since he came to work for our company about three weeks ago. I hoped he didn’t notice my staring, but I’m sure he did. He is so handsome! I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Whenever he walked by my desk, I gazed after him, dreamily imagining all sorts of romantic episodes. Then yesterday, he stopped at my desk and started to talk to me. I was so flustered, I’m sure I made a.