Just wondering what do you fantasize about a relationship?. Mine would be to fall in love with a cute girl, and have a romantic kiss in a rainy afternoon, and look for a shelter from the rain, and just talk for hours. lol. kind of cheese. what's yours?? thats for both guys and girls!

Falling in love with someone as quirky and geeky as I am -- because that's the only kind of guy who will ever really connect with me or I with him. We'd laugh ourselves silly over things maybe only we could understand, spend hours talking about stuff we both shared an interest in, and go looking for adventure together. We'd both watch the lightning during a thunderstorm, gaze at the stars on a clear night, and our conversations would probably be sprinkled liberally with utterances of "Hey, me too!" We'd make love and then spend all night cuddled together or at least touching in some way, even if it was just fingertips, and whichever of us awakened first in the morning might just watch the other sleep for a few moments.

Yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic. Tough job, but somebody's got to do it!

Hiiii........!
I m 20
hight 5.6.
Wight 50.
Wst 30
slim boy

With 30 years to think about it...yeah, I'm sure I've had a few.

A long leisurely picnic on the beach, splashing each other in the surf and taking a long walk just enjoying the warm sand between our toes and feel the cool salty breeze on our skin. When we realize dusk is upon us, we head back to our picnic blanket and wrap up in it together. Then siting in the, still warm, sand, in perfect silence, we watch the sun set behind the crystal blue horizon. When we realize we are quite alone on this stretch of beach, the perfect day turns into the perfect night. We leave the imprints of our bodies undisturbed for the morning shell seekers to find.

A snowy winter night curled up on the couch together, sharing each other's warmth in front of the crackling fireplace, a bottle of wine and our thoughts....and after a while...no more thoughts.

Waking in the middle of the night to the sounds of a raging summer storm to snuggle closer, only to realize he's awake too...and storms make him feel as frisky as they do me.

Oh yeah... this.

Right?

Thats she would be your everything, & your would be hers
Nerer a doubt, no jealous or threatened moments together to the end. THE END

Sleeping in one of those end of the doc grass cabanas, during a full moon, that would include a private midnight swim during the evening, with the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

spending two weeks in Seattle going to the space needle for dinner and after dinner getting caught in the rain and we kiss with the city and everything moving around us but we still stay kissing. that really happened it was the best I wish I could top it if I could find someone again to do things like that.

What about if I just got a CD with storm sound effects on it?

Nice Tawrt! Way to creare your own romantic moment, that! Or just a clever means to GET some ready action?

Alright, I've got "Tropical rain forest", and deaf neighbors.

I don't fantasize about being in a relationship any more. They haven't benifitted me much exceot having my kids, of course

but all in all I don't feel like I am missing anything

so maybe that's my fantasy....meeting someone who will make me feel like it's worth it to be in a relationship

If you can imagine it in your mind,
you can hold it in your hand.

Fantasy huh? Well I thought I would paint it as a scenario within a much larger portrait.... although it came off rather long I'm afraid.

There she is, coming home from work, tired and annoyed at a particularly frustrating day. The weather is just being a beast, and her clients just seem especially frustrating these last few days. But it's Friday, and that means the weekend, hopefully spent not thinking about figures and sales or how one of her employees ear hair clumps are starting to look like Chewbacca making an escape from an ice cave on Hoth, but instead what her totally awesome husband/boyfriend has planned. (and he better not say Lord of the Rings trilogy because otherwise he will be explaining to St. Peter how he ended up there so suddenly or unexpectedly)

She opens and unlocks the door stepping inside and calling out, with no response returned. "All alone" she thinks and walks over to the couch and kicks her shoes off and sits down exhaustedly, leaning back and letting out a long, tired and slightly disappointed sigh. "Whatever happened to being swept off your feet when you walk in the door?" she mumbles, feeling her neck crack as she relaxes.

Suddenly hands and arms slide up over her worn shoulders and down her body, encircling her and hugging her from behind and over the couch. Startled she jumps, but quickly gathers herself recognizing the tender embrace and to whom it belongs to. "How long have you been there?" she says, craning her head up and back to receive a delicate kiss, followed by a deeper one that draws the breath from her. "Long enough" is the reply given by myself between kisses, smiling as she playfully punches my shoulder. I break off the kisses and start rubbing her shoulders and neck, feeling her sigh with relief and arch forward, letting my hands dance over her aching muscles and with a touch wipe away the stiffness.

One of my hands disengages briefly, reaching behind myself, and returns wrapping again around her and presents a bouquet of flowers before her softening eyes, which brighten considerably, followed by a large smile. "What is the occasion o' bearer of flowers?" she giggles as she takes them softly, breathing in their sweet scent. "Don't tell me you forgot?" I teasingly chide her. She looks up quizzically, thinking maybe she did forget something... but I offer her another deeper kiss and whisper against her lips "It's I-Love-You-More-Than-Anything day... don't you remember?" She giggles again at my ridiculous humor and gives me a raspberry, "You are a royal dork" she laughs. "And don't you forget it" I remind her.

I let go of her shoulders and walk around the couch, pulling up a chair and reaching down and pulling her feet up into my lap, starting to massage them and inquire about her day. "So how did it go? Did you manage to not kill anybody?" She tells me about the work load, and about some of her annoying clients and some of the insane things they do, she talks about her employees and how much she loves them , despite how much sometimes she wants to strangle a few of them. She smiles and leans back arching happily as my hands rub her feet and legs and massage the soreness from them. I calmly look at her and ask, "Did Chewbacca escape yet? Or is he still struggling..?" she blurts out laughing at that and tries to contain herself to little avail. "No... I'm not sure even the force can help him in a situation like this." I bend down and kiss her leg, and slowly kiss up her shin, feeling her jump slightly at the touch. She smiles at me, and I return it easily, then she continues talking about her day as I work over her feet and legs some more, listening to her joys and frustrations, commenting little and letting her vent and release the stress from within, as I work on the physical part of it.

Finally I stand and offer my hand, she takes it happily and I help her rise to her feet. She laughs as I lead her to the backyard, and invite her to our patio table covered by a cloth. "I first thought we might go out to dinner, but we do that all the time as is, and there is always tomorrow... then I thought about making you dinner, but you know how I am in the kitchen..." she laughs at that. "So instead I went to the store and picked up a bunch of fresh fruit." I pull back the cloth and reveal bowls and plates of assorted strawberries, watermelon, oranges, grapes, apples, kiwi and other assorted fruits of every color you can name, all arranged in the shapes of hearts, smiling faces, and the words 'I love you' spelled out with cherries, followed by our names. "Oh my god you are such a dork" she laughs. "Fruit for a romantic dinner? That’s a new one!" "It is healthier!" I proclaim... "But it is not romantic yet..." I pull out some candles from the side then, and start lighting them as she tries to control her laughter. And then we eat, and talk, about lots of silly things, and important things. I feed her strawberries and she throws grapes at me and we laugh and rejoice together, because of course there is no where each of us would rather be.

"The only bad thing about all this fruit, is now we are all sticky" she laughs accusing me sarcastically. "Let's go for a swim!" I tell her, and take her hand pulling her up and start walking toward the pool. "It is getting late!" she laughs, and we would have to change into our swimsuits... "To hell with that!" I laugh, removing my clothes down to my skivvies quickly. "No one can see us, it is our pool, our backyard, and we have no neighbors!" I jump in the pool and motion for her to join me... she hesitates laughing, but then looking around cautiously just to make sure, then scanning the sky for military drones, or CBS news doing a scoop on people striping in their backyards to go for evening swims. After a bit more thinking she shrugs and discards her work clothes into a heap and in a laughing fit cannonballs into the pool next to me. For the next few hours we laugh and play and talk and joke. We swim and splash each other well into the night... our roughhousing and fun, being replaced by closeness and cuddling. As the night overtakes us, our underclothes join the others. We hold each other at the shallower side of the pool, staring into each other eyes, mesmerized by these moments.... we embrace and I kiss her neck as she leans back her hand in my hair, her mouth silently whispering my name as my own mouth calls out hers between lips against soft skin. I take her there and she takes me, our bodies on a voyage into a white explosion of sensations... I hear her pleasure, and she cries out my name, and it is nothing but beautiful music rhythmically echoing through my ears. Her nails run down my back and her body entwines with mine and all I feel is my hollow being filling with her love as I fill her with mine. We remain entangled like so, long after we could part... loathing the idea of separation, wanting only to remain as such long into the morning. Finally we do part though, and again, I take her hand and lead her out of the pool, through the patio and into the house.... our clothing waiting until morning, the leftover fruit forgotten, until we clean it up the next day, or perhaps the day after that. We bathe then, washing each other and holding each other, our bodies and eyes saying what we feel that our lips find so unnecessary to speak.

Finally we find ourselves in front of the fireplace barely dry, our hair still wet, hers a mess, yet she has never looked more lovely to me, wrapped in a blanket, pressed tightly to each other. We each hold a goblet of wine, which we share with each other instead of drinking our own. Her fingers trace over my lips, down my chin, and further down my neck... my hands trail down her shoulder, across her arm, and down the side of her body... We spend the night there.... talking to each other with our eyes and bodies... sharing our dreams with each other, and creating new ones.

Tomorrow perhaps we will go to the beach. After all, there is still Saturday and Sunday to go.

get woke up wit my d being suckd lol mostly i just like haven sex so yeaa maybe being tied up n the girl taken control for once

i like your post. that was a good one.

that made me want to go to the beach. its nice to imagine something that amazing.

Cuddling with each other, whispering sweet nothing's in each orher's ear. Our own little world.