Men Better Left as Fantasies
I'm talking about the guys in your past that are the stuff of fantasies now. The bad boyfriend with amazing *talents*, the wildly handsome bank guard that caused you to drain your bank account because you kept going in just to see him. Oh, yes...we know, don't we? The ones that got under our skin.
Obsession? Yep. Been there. That bank guard...he was real. Name was "Stu." He was a mixed race man o' pure beauty. Half African American/Half Asian. Oh, my Gods...he was so beautiful. At the time I was married to "Mr. Wrong" and I'll tell you...it was better for me to come home and take a "daydream" nap to have private thoughts about Stu than it was to be married to Mr. Wrong. My fantasy was much safer!
Oh, and Ryan. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Korean, adopted with 10 other kids and raised on a farm. Just sweet as pie. Showed interest in me when I was in my still-very-innocent phase in life. Loved him. Oh, how I loved him! Never went all the way with him. He had an amazing p*nis. To this day I've never seen one as perfect. Smooth, thick, tan. Oy. Ryan came out of the closet when dating me. Broke my heart.
And then there's Bill! The seductor. The lion tamer. The most brilliant foreplay and most disappointing actual intercourse came via Bill. He made me a woman to "Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd in February, 1982. To this day, my favorite sexual fantasy is of *what almost happened* with Bill and his brother. In my new novel (writing in progress, "The Mooncusser," I actually used a memory of a time with old Bill as the basis for the first love scene between the hero and heroine. Found a photo on the Net of Bill. He's older. Ummm...so am I. Haven't seen him since 1983. But here's the "essence" of the man who has inspired so many lovely writings...the things that man could do with his tongue! Oh, my!
I'll post prize information a bit later...Now...tell me about your "men better left as fantasies" -- Darragha
Obsession? Yep. Been there. That bank guard...he was real. Name was "Stu." He was a mixed race man o' pure beauty. Half African American/Half Asian. Oh, my Gods...he was so beautiful. At the time I was married to "Mr. Wrong" and I'll tell you...it was better for me to come home and take a "daydream" nap to have private thoughts about Stu than it was to be married to Mr. Wrong. My fantasy was much safer!
Oh, and Ryan. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Korean, adopted with 10 other kids and raised on a farm. Just sweet as pie. Showed interest in me when I was in my still-very-innocent phase in life. Loved him. Oh, how I loved him! Never went all the way with him. He had an amazing p*nis. To this day I've never seen one as perfect. Smooth, thick, tan. Oy. Ryan came out of the closet when dating me. Broke my heart.
And then there's Bill! The seductor. The lion tamer. The most brilliant foreplay and most disappointing actual intercourse came via Bill. He made me a woman to "Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd in February, 1982. To this day, my favorite sexual fantasy is of *what almost happened* with Bill and his brother. In my new novel (writing in progress, "The Mooncusser," I actually used a memory of a time with old Bill as the basis for the first love scene between the hero and heroine. Found a photo on the Net of Bill. He's older. Ummm...so am I. Haven't seen him since 1983. But here's the "essence" of the man who has inspired so many lovely writings...the things that man could do with his tongue! Oh, my!
I'll post prize information a bit later...Now...tell me about your "men better left as fantasies" -- Darragha
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Oh, don't get me wrong...I married MR. RIGHT the second time 'round. I love my husband dearly, and his Mr. Happy is a lovely thing...but DH doesn't look "sculpted" from marble. Of course, he does get rather "hard as" every now and then :)
My current husband. Excellent in bed. Terrible husband.
My current husband is my best friend, a great lover (and persistent!) and wonderful father.
Before I married him, I had numerous fantasies about him. Some sexual in nature, some not. Now my fantasies about him are more like him sweeping out from under the bed, etc. HA!
Come on...I know we all have men in our past that made our fantasy life richer.
And as for Bill's eyes...well...I warped those. Since he's a real person, we don't want his face plastered in-full all over the blog! Of course, he was a bit of a tweaker...he'd probably enjoy knowing that the things he did to me in my early womanhood years are now showing up in my books!
Oh...DH won't read my books--because he knows he's my "crash test dummy" for many a sex scene...like in "Love's Second Sight" everywhere Leif and Thorgunna romp, DH and I did, too! On a little wind-swept island off the coast of Scotland, atop a fallen standing stone...in the rain...
But's that's another Blog day...
You want to hear a humiliating teen story? I had a huge crush on this guy in our guitar group (yes, friends a folk mass, singing group in my Catholic church). Dave. Dark hair and eyes and a beautiful singer. He'd shake back that shoulder length hair as he strummed and I was riveted.
I wrote my love for him in every way imaginable in a series of letters never sent all summer long as I daydreamed by the pool. Early in frosh year of college on a quixotic wim I mailed them all then waited in nervous anxiety for a response.
He and another folk group pal came to visit on campus but nothing happened and the letters weren't mentioned.
I went home on Christmas break. With no discussion of my embarrasing declarations ever taking place Dave and I participated in some inept and drunken making out. He kissed terribly. My crush evaporated. I moved on to the Next Big Thing and was blinded all over again.
Oh, yessss...some men are better left as fantasies. Case in point:
Ryan was gay and Bill was an alcoholic Romeo. And Dave was a fish-mouth kisser.
Gotta love the fantasy, baby!
Okay, I'll play, but I warn you my early love life is the stuff PG movies are made of.
My first crush was Randy S. He ran cross-country and had the nicest smile and the sweetest ass. Sigh. He never knew I loved him from afar -- that was Junior High.
High school was a bust, although Randy was still around and played football. Yummy. I was every guy's best friend and lab partner, but no dates. Fantasies? I was too involved in everything else to worry about guys. Worked on both prom nights and only went to the Sadie Hwakins' Day dance because I got to ask a guy and one of my friends in Adv. Chem took pity on me.
College was a better playground and I met my current hubby -- sweet buns, soft blond hair touching the color, and those hands. Turned out he was turned on by smart girls with long auburn curly hair and a bootay who was just coming into her own. Yes! I'd found my man and have never regretted it for the 35 years (33 married) that I've known him.
So, sorry, can't compare other guys' Johnsons to my hubby's -- his is the only Johnson I've met intimately. He is a great lover, wonderful husband and father and an all-round decent human being. Guess I got lucky first time out of the gate ---
But I still wonder about Randy S. He was a hunk. Sigh.
Rae Morgan
I've always had a thing for bad boys, though in the end, I married a good guy willing to play at being the bad boy when the occasion arises. ;)
My senior year in high school, I had a huge crush on the guy who was cast as my father in the spring play. His name was Mike, and he was a junior. Blond, blue-eyed, tall and lean. He had a wicked sense of humor and best of all, he had an irreverence for authority that this lifelong goody-two-shoes secretly wanted. We got to be friends---kind of---during production, but I couldn't get up the nerve to ask him to senior prom. My sister took the matter out of my hands. She was in the play as well, and the week before performances, she got exasperated with my behind the scenes mooning. In the middle of tech, she turned to Mike and said, "Look. She really wants to go to prom with you but she's never going to ask. Will you just ask her and make my life less miserable please?"
I was horrified. But to my delight, Mike did ask, and we did go. My mom wasn't so thrilled. Mike was on probation for breaking into the school earlier that year, and when Mom was getting ready to take our pictures on prom night, she said, "So, Mike, how's your parole officer?" And then snapped the picture. Mike and I both look shocked as hell and the night just went downhill from there. Needless to say, we never went out again.
Hi All!
Sorry to disappoint, but there's no such man in my background. then again, i'm only young. plenty of time yet!
Elizabeth
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I'm leaving for B&N now...to get the prize...
Darragha
I am like Elizabeth...no such man like that in my past yet. I am young though, so you never know what will happen in the future.
It is interesting reading about everyone else's.
-Jennifer Y.
I once saw an angelic young man with shining blonde hair and firm, young flesh riding his bicyle around Aukreyri, Iceland. I followed him on his errands, basking in his glory. We never spoke. Had he stopped and offered to help me, I would have told him to strip me of my virgininty, right then, right there. In Iceland. When I was 18. He was so magnificently beautiful, and I was so young...
In Hong Kong - a uniformed police constable with a complexion any femald would envy, and the tall, dark and handsome receptionist at the hotel I was staying in.
What a way with words Darragha.
I can just picture the Icelandic man now.
-Jennifer Y.
everyone's posts are fab!
gotta log off now, it's late, so wish toy all a good night!
Elizabeth
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I'm afraid I'm going to have to log off a bit early, too. Been invited to a hen-party at a restaurant!
One winner, selected at random shall receive a 10.00 B&N gift certificate for participating. I'll "draw" tonight at 10pm PST
Thank you for sharing your fantasies with me today!
Mine was my best friend in high school. After he graduated, he went into the army. He would write and call me whenever he could. Love a man in a uniform!
Rushing in...I need a couple more stories, here!
Come on...post while I'm out having clam chowder!
Fifth grade. Billy Holloway. He wore a denim jacket and jeans and had the sexiest walk! Mmmm. That was ^%(* years ago but I've never forgotten him.
I was happily married and had three kids, worked in a family game place in the mall (video games, pinball, skeeball, you know the type). This sweet young thing would come in two-three times a week and talk/flirt with me to get free game tokens. Blond, blue eyes, always wore denim jacket and jeans. LOL. I must be a soft touch for that denim look because I gave that naughty young man free games every time he walked in the door. He looked awfully damn hot walking away, if you know what I mean.
Yes, I was being used. =^_^= And I loved every minute of it.
Hey darragha! Gosh, really my parents wouldn't let us date til we were 18. I did date on in HS and all I got were slobber kisses, LOL. My dh is is the best all around friend, lover, protector and so much a helper now. So I'm thrilled with what I got :)
Cathie
Well Darragha, you can make G movies out of my past. I have been a bookworm and a gadre A student all my life. I helped everyone around with studies, so all of guys talked to me but there were no 'Mr. Wrongs or Mr. Rights' for that matter.
I was the gal pal you could count on. Just had fantasies of maybe meeting movie stars, TV stars or maybe book heros but that was just about it.
Like Rae, no Johnson comparison here too. Only Johnson maet and shaken hands with ;) ;) was hubby's. (Even though, being a doctor I had seen many before those were all sick so no comparison. Isn't it cool or what!)
hee hee,
Mahaira
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