I have two fantasies – very different. One, I’ve posted about on my blog (link below). Inspired by the story “Secret Service,” by Rachel Kramer Bussel, the fantasy is that I and a few friends host a party at which the guests – attractive, interesting, intelligent people whom we never have met – are the recipients of oral ministrations by their hosts, in addition to a lovely, high-quality meal.

The other fantasy, also primarily oral, is more fantastic (in the sense of, “it’ll never happen”): a feature/quirk of my sexuality is that I have (literally) infinite stamina, and almost complete self-control. And a preference for oral. So my ideal encounter (and one I’ve realized a few times) is just endless, hours-long oral. I can receive for three or four hours at a time and I can give. Or, we can trade off. But in my fantasy? There’s two endless rows of women, one devoted solely to the task/pleasure of fellating me, and one, on whom I’m performing oral sex. Whenever one gets tired, she is free to move on – since the rows are endless, I can just keep going forever. Or at least, for a couple of hours. And just to make this fantasy perfect? All the women should be dressed, ideally in a variety of skirts, dresses, blouses, jeans (only for the fellatrices), sexy lingerie, what have you.