Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women's Sexual Fantasies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Oooooh weee he looks good, damn. I wish I could have a piece of that. Look at the sweat trickling down his well-defined chest and his tight bum checks. Oh my, he’s just my type. I better look away before my husband sees me. I want to look away but that edible brown skin has me trapped. Oh, and his back. Oh, his back. Come on now, I need to look away now. But I can’t stop thinking about him on top of me, pinning me down with his big strong arms, kissing my neck, kissing my stomach and kissing my thighs. I need to calm down. Look away, look away. Remember I’m a married woman. Okay I’m fine now. Wait who’s that up there? I hope my husband doesn’t catch me. If he does he just has to deal with because I’m going to get my look on anyway.
Okay, okay, she cheating on me I know she is. She doesn’t even need to tell me I already know. If I find this guy I’m going to slap him up. Forget that I’m going to slap her up; she’s taking the piss out of me, this cannot continue. When she comes home I’m going to sit in this chair with the light off, talk in a calm voice and call her over. At the point ill explode on her tell he that she’s this and she’s that and I want her out of my house. Or I might just throw all her clothes out of the window and change the locks and just ignore her until she leaves me alone.
It was a mid-summers day in England, so the sky was a dark grey colour and the clouds were weeping uncontrollably. A tall fair headed man walked into the supermarket; from the moment that my eyes fell upon him my belly sank. Finally he approached me and filled me with all the stuff that I wanted to hear.
We left the supermarket hand in hand; he made me feel like a real man. When we got to his house he told me that he had no interest in me and left me feeling empty. This did not deter my determination to get my man.
Later that day he decided to take a trip somewhere without me. When he came back a woman with long blond hair that flowed all the way down her back was right behind him. The woman gave me a look that was red with fury.
As I sat downstairs waiting for the pair to finish whatever they was doing. I started hearing noises like leather cracking across skin and screems that were heavily muffled. The blond haired woman came downstairs wearing a short leather dress and a whip in her hand. She took me by the hand and we headed back upstairs.
While we were in the bedroom she made me smother the fair headed man with kisses until he could not kiss no more. Kissing him was the best moment of my life but also the worse because after a while he was rejecting me.
It was like a whirlwind the woman picked me up and ran out of the house. She got in her car and drove like a mad-woman possessed all the way to her house. When she got home she when straight to the back garden, picked up a pile of dead branches, she then put me and the branches in a steel drum and set it a light.
That’s the end of my story can you work out what I was. All will be revealed on Sunday the 6th November
Dane Arid was a small boy with long hair that covered his eyes. He wore dark baggy green clothes and had a mask over his mouth. He walked over to the castle and saw Princess Eva collecting flowers in the royal garden. He slowly approached the Princess. “Eva!” He shouted. Her head slowly turned around to show him black look. He froze on the spot and sweat started to trickle down his forehead. Her stern look turned into a broad smile then she burst out laughing and walked off.
“Slow down!” Dane said to Eva. Eva looked at him and carried on walking. Dane’s skin started to turn red hot and steam came off of his body. The red hotness changed and his body turned black and his hair stood upwards. His body became flexible and his reaction became heightened.
He called out to the Princess once more; she looked at him once more and started run with a big smile on her face because they always play this game. She would run as fast as she could but he would always catch her.