Hi I am here to share some of my fantasies, who I am and what I am is unimportant I’m sure lots of you will work it out, enjoy. I woke this morning at 6.30 to the normal annoying buzz of my alarm; alone in the bed again, but that is not a problem. The point I have reached in my life has been hard fought and definitely worth it. I had a normal, well normalish child hood I grew up in a small village on the edge of what was an heavy industrial area but the recession had left it a place of empty factories and men who walked round with a the 1000 yard stare of the dispossessed. This is time of my awakening my body had started to change, breasts swelling, the first wisps of hair and the curse. It was the night time that excited and frightened me so much; the dreams of sexual adventure with boys, men and worryingly girls. It was the dream of a girl with raven black hair green eyes that alarmed and excited me most. We met at one of the many parties I new went on but did not go to; or more aptly was not invited to yet, I saw here across a room filled with smoke, sweat, and the macho posturing of adolescence boys. Her beauty was so intense it made my mouth dry my heart race and my nipples harden instantly; I look down for a moment, these are not my tiny fledgling breasts but full pert rounded breasts of a woman, in my dream I look away confused and frightened. As is the way of dreams the next thing that happens is I am talking to this Celtic goddess her voice both calms me sets me on fire, the conversation moves from clothes to boys and we both mention their immaturity and then she puts here hand on my arm and asks if I like to get some air; is the rugby team shot gunning beer then followed by communal vomiting or does she feel the same way as me; as we walk out side I notice my goddess is carrying a bike leather. Here am I looking at the swing of her slim hips, the curve of her breast through her skin tight tee shirt Ümraniye Escort and wondering is it the cold that is pushing here nipple through the thin cloth. Those thoughts are pushing a burning pulse into my sex and I can feel wetness start to edge down my thigh. We walked down the street until we came to a bike, a GPz 900 the world’s first real super bike. Girls did not ride bikes they were pillions or so I thought then in my naivety. Back to my dream, the goddess has just been elevated to realms of Venus, totally in my eyes or more appropriately in my loins, I mumble something unintelligible as she offers me a lift, she hands me a helmet and her waterproof anyway she climbs aboard gestures for me to join her and shouts above the roar of those very loud cans to hold on to her if I prefer. I do not need a second invitation I cling on far to tight I press my breasts against here her back even knowing she probably cant feel them through her leather I can feel her, I can smell her scent in the helmet or maybe the jacket I am completely in love; well alright then lust but I was only a teenager in when I had this dream, We sped along deserted wet streets, it has been raining and smell of that area just after rain is amazing; wild garlic wet soil just so fresh it also brings this dream to mind which is always an enjoyable experience, I clung to her as the bike struggled for grip on those skinny tyres that were available then but as we slid and fishtailed our way home my fear subsided and turned into excitement at the danger, holding on so close to my goddess and the vibrations through the seat took me closer and closer to the edge. Then it was over we pulled down a back street and she shut the bike down, took her helmet off shook out her raven locks; there in front of me was goddess I new I would do what ever she asked, she smiled and invited me to her flat for a coffee. I gathered all the composure I could muster and Ümraniye Escort Bayan accepted, then tripped getting of the bike and fell into her out stretched arms, held her in that embrace and looked into those pools of green eyes for what seemed an hour then she kissed me and I kissed her back our tongues battled and explored, our lips sucked and she nibbled on my lip; which to this day blows my mind, we broke the kiss and she led me by the hand into her flat. As we enter her small but neat flat she turns one small lamp on hits a button on the stereo and a Nina Simone track wafted about the flat. She kisses me gently caressing my arms and then my back, she pulls back and said you’re cold we need to warm you up, then smiles the sexiest elfish grin. I am pulled willingly to a small bathroom she turns on the shower, the small room soon fills with steamy heat. She grabs my tee-shirt at the bottom and pulls I instinctively lift my arms as they were restrained in the shirt she kisses my mouth and my breast and nipples one after the other. I am left struggling with my top when the buttons of jeans are undone and eased over my pert round backside leaving only my tiny thong which is being devoured by my swollen lips. I watch with even greater excitement as my goddess undress’s her tee-shirt is first, revealing pert round breast slightly smaller than my own but the marble white skin contrasting with the raven black hair now falling over her shoulder and down her back. I drop to my knees and undo her jeans passion has taken me I pull them down to find nothing but a very wet shaved pussy with a small V of jet black hair above it, I reach forward to kiss her soaking lips her legs open for me for a moment then she lifts me gently, kisses me, licking her juices from my mouth and pulls me into the shower saying “lets wash smell of that party off us first.” I feel confident, alive and vital in that dream all the things I wasn’t Escort Ümraniye in reality at the time Now that’s where the dream would end most nights but know I have to decide do I tell you how I finished the fantasy as I woke up with hand soaked at my crotch, but maybe you can use your own imaginations This time I won’t be such a tease. My life went forward academically things fell into place my degree, my PhD a good solid job that keeps me interested in what I’m doing at work this success also allows for freedom in my personal life. My job involves a fair amount of travel and where possible I like to ride there no worries about traffic, apart form the odd idiot with balls for brains in his tin box. Sorry I digress from the story. Not to long ago in city that will remain nameless and none of characters including me will be named, sorry but I like it that way as it adds to my excitement. I’m heading into the city along the motorway egg vibrator humming along gently to give a nice tingle combined with vibes through the seat of the VTR I happen to be riding today giving me an erotic buzz throughout my body just enough to take the boredom out my three hours in the saddle; I know I should be thinking about the conference but I’d get to into that, so this mild sexual arousal and fantasy is just great for motorways and if I did drop her it would certainly give the paramedics a shock if they found it.* I pull into the hotel car park stretch turn off the egg and walk into the hotel reception shaking out my long auburn hair; I ‘m quite used to being asked to whom I’m delivering a package for by snooty reception staff at five star hotels and being redirected to goods in but also I can be very good at being very bitchy on times when I pick up the keys to my suite sometimes, but not today. Today I was teenager in a little town with tongue licking my shoes at ever pretty backside male or female. It was my Celtic goddess in the flesh, she looked about twenty five anyway in the prime of her womanhood: green piercing eyes, raven black hair, complexion like white marble almost translucent and her shape, slim with pert medium sized breasts slim back and a gorgeous curve to her hips which was shown off to perfection by her tight split skirt.