Fantasy's Game

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My mind fills with fire, my body with passion,
I dream of a life of unique fashion,
My urges run wild, like a strange possession,
While my eyes feast on visions of female perfection.

Light skin, dark hair, legs, breasts and more,
Writhing beneath me on the bed or the floor,
Teasing and tasting, licking and sucking galore,
Her sweetness runs free through orgasm’s door.

Her body trembles—she screams and calls out my name.
I flush with pride knowing that I am to blame,
But it saddens me also, this momentary fame,
It’s all in my head, my fantasy game.

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Dru_Druthers expresses her sincere thanks to her beta reader who wishes to remain anonymous.

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jjsharshawjjsharshawover 11 years ago
Very Vivid

You evoke all the senses in taking your fantasy love? or is the light skinned one beneath you something else. Excellent!

AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
This kind of game is one I like

"Her sweetness runs free through orgasm’s door. "

Yes, I like it very much.

tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
REMEMBER TO ALL

a game is still but a game. TK U MLJ LV NV