To surprise yourself with dirty fantasies
I needed to surprise myself constantly. My rich imagination sometimes offered me surprises. They would suddenly occur to me, at unexpected places, truly disturbing to me when I was younger, and later amusing to me.
For example: While going by the metro amoung a lot of people, there are quite a few men. I had this interesting idea in my mind: they could circle me burst forth. They pick me up from my spot, begin to touch, press against, grope, undress me. I’m attacked from all sides, I even lose my sense of direction and people’s faces. There are only hands, fingers, tongues, lips, smells…
I often fantasize so, with unclear outlines, without concreteness, only sensing a densely woven bouquet of emotions, unlocking my perversity. I’m so turned on by the robust fellows on the metro, that I lose normalcy and surrender myself, as they tie my hands to the bars. I hang down. They begin to grope and penetrate me one by one, then more than one simultaneously… Everything becomes one joint lustful alloy, with the smell of damp organs, people watching from the seats like animals in heat…
It also happens when I’m at an interview for a job.
One second the idea flashes how the man asking me questions makes me go ass up on his desk and begins to examine my butt, then slowly slides a finger into my slightly wet slit, but abruptly tells me to sit properly, and continues to ask me professional things.
I imagined similar fooleries also while I was a graduate student, especially with one professor. The academic atmosphere itself provoked me to think contrary to the norm. Clearly inside me was a need to shatter to pieces the typical situations, people, and places, to test the way I felt.
I always became aroused.
I desired during an exam for the professor to go bumme and begin to caress my hair. Gentle at first, but then to become rough and to talk to me like I was a fool unprepared for an exam. Moreover, for punishment to screw me backwards on the desk, but to definitely plug my mouth.
At times during lectures, while listening to a deep man’s voice, casting highly intellectual words, I grew wet. I fantasized all kinds of things, from taking me outside the auditorium, locking me in the professor’s personal office and the lustful games with him, to the polygamous screwing on the benches of the state University. Whoever grabs whomever, then switch; until we lose the idea of where one is, with who, and what one’s doing.
After my undies grew damp, I had the need to relieve myself. I do not recall when I thought of it first, but once I did it, it became a regular occurrence.
My fellow female students and I’d go into the bathroom and when it was my turn, I went potty, but didn’t stop there, and began rubbing my clit – very fast, in the rhythm I knew well. I finished in no time, almost exploding from the inside, because I had to be so quiet, that not a peep would be heard. On the other hand, it was highly moving to hear the female chatter over common topics, like new sandals. The fact that they didn’t suspect what I was doing was further influencing.
I fantasized about my bosses also. I didn’t mind being the secretary they secretly screwed.
I dreamed of being the boss’ favorite, his weakness, and strength.
From “Perverse games” by Ema Tomova
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