Oh, my most recent favorite fantasy is really involved. It's sort of based on the movie "Taken," which was on cable last spring. Like, one day Britney doesn't come home from cheerleading practice. They find her mom's Tahoe at the mall, but no Britney. The milk carton is going to say she is (age deleted), 5'4, blond, 110 lbs, last seen wearing white shorts and a blue top.
So Britney is with several other girls, sedated, blindfolded, handcuffed, strapped into a comfy seat on a G6, on their way to Antwerp for a potty stop, crew change, refuel, and then off again to their Final Destination. If you are into pee-and-poo stuff, (which I am not) you can enjoy the thought of helping a bunch of half-conscious captive girls relieve themselves.
Okay, the Final Destination is Somewhere in the Middle East. The girls are hustled away to some shiek's harem where they are "prepared" by experienced eunuchs who are Good at What They Do. So 48 hours after Britney was supposed to meet her little boyfriend at the mall, she is standing, still handcuffed and blindfolded, to be inspected by potential bidders.
This isn't some street auction. You have to put down a big deposit just to look, and it's "lookee, no touchee." Oh, maybe move a strap a little to see the way her young breast pushes out from her chest, or pull a waistband out a bit to see the way her flat tummy plunges down to her smooth mound. The girls that wriggle and squirm during this process usually get the best bids, after all.
You have never really seen an auction until you see a bunch of Oil Sheiks with more money than sense bidding on a lot of teenage girls. The sluttier girls go first, then the more innocent-looking, and finally, any virgins. So Britney is near the end of the auction, and a couple of horny old shieks go after her tooth and nail.
So that night, the winning bidder enjoys a night of 1000 pleasures in a mere six hours, after which poor Britney is depreciated by almost 600,000 Riyals, and learns first hand (so to speak) all the stuff she didn't get in sex-ed class.
Anyway, that's the sort of thing hat turns me on, and I get more involved in the involved than in the porn-flick, balls-slapping-the-ass fucking, but that's 'cause I'm a girl, and I'm more interested in the poetics than the mechanics, but like they USED to say about love and marriage, "can't have one without the other."
Love,
Jamie
PS I'll be glad to discuss this in, um, "more detail..."
PPS: Cuban Communists, that's pretty hott too.
PPPS: There's a Tom Clancy novel where a bunch of drug lords off an informant. He's on his yacht with his wife and kids, and the drug lords rape his wife and daughter and make him watch and then shoot them all. A little too violent for my taste, but the daughter is way underage, which is so perverted it almost makes up for it. They aren't cuban communists, but mexican drug lords are pretty good, too.
