I looked out of my car window. Was I seeing right? Was it him who was steering the gigantic motorcycle just next to my car? Yes, it was indeed my old flame from college with whom I had had been involved for over a year in a steamy, passionate relationship. It was a non-committal sort for he was not ready to go into any kind of serious relations at that point of time, but nevertheless it could not prevent us from getting close, really close to each other. Blame it on the impeccable chemistry we shared or on the irresistible streaks of passion that often overcomes us at such a vulnerable age, whatever it was his sight brought up those old memories once again in my mind. And even though I am happily married now I cannot but resist myself from weaving fantasies with him in my imaginations.
Romping up on the College Stairs: Making up at weirdest of places and forbidden nooks and corners fascinates human mind always. And now that those memories of lust have started crawling into my mind I lie on my bed imagining getting naked with him on the stairs of our college. With the sun going beyond the oblivion and students heading home who could catch us there as we indulge in some real passionate kissing to relive those good old days? He would pin me with his usual vigor down on the stairs as I would lie there enjoying every moment of his raunchy ravishment.
Threesome with My Husband: Now here I have the two most desired men in my life. The one from the past and the one from the present- so how would it feel to let them both pamper me from head to toe till I moan in the pleasure of horny ecstasy? While the man from the past would get me high by focusing on my milky bosoms, my man from the present would satisfy me with a mind blowing oral sex. And then they would strive hard to give me multiple orgasms to check out who does it better. A good way to judge it myself, isn’t it?
Forceful Sex: He sees me, he approaches me, we get the opportunity to be alone and then he rips off my dress and buries his mouth hard into every inch of my body indulging in a quickie sans any gentle lovemaking which speaks only of lust, of the repressed passion that he had kept subdued for so long years. I moan in pain and pleasure even as he shoves his manhood hard inside my soft spot.
Well, well, well these are all fantasies and there is no harm in imagining, isn’t it? Unless, of course if you land yourself up in real trouble being sandwiched by the two men in your lives. So be safe and just fantasize and you bet you can even give your present sex life a good boost.