Life Blipped…. Musing on fantasy.
This week has been a toughy, you haven’t noticed have you… Nah, I know, I’m full of blarney.
It went down hill rapidly on Tuesday night when the OH decided he’d quite like to read ‘Scarlet’ the longer story I’m writing at the moment, it’s a lot more romantic than some of my stuff. After a while of reading though he went very quiet. Basically instead of reading Scarlet he’d chosen to start at the beginning of the blog posts here.
Now, I’m not daft, I’m not hiding my musing from him, I’ve told him exactly what I’ve written, we have discussed the “other man” MMF, swinging thing almost endlessly to the point of boredom… and yet still, inside him somewhere is a seed of doubt. I do understand that too. I’m very good at understanding! I’m also very good at make up sex, even if I did stay up to midnight with it all whirling in my head getting totally stressed after he went to bed. I just woke him up for a pretty fast and furious hard fuck…. He didn’t complain much 😉
Going over it all again was not good for me though, I crashed. BIG TIME!
Wednesday was messy. Fortunately I’d written my ‘Vanilla’ post on Tuesday and I had my head back together by Friday… *sigh*
He seems to think he has to make all my fantasies come true. (Touching darling, honestly, but unnecessary.) I’ve tried several times to make him see that he doesn’t have to hire a sports car for the day and fuck me on the bonnet – it’s fantasy! He doesn’t need to worry about my daydreams of candlelit soirees with two dark handsome strangers – it’s fantasy! He’d never manage to persuade Colin Firth to take me skinny dipping – fantasy, Fantasy, FANTASY!!!!
Without fantasy life would be quite dull. I know some of them are obtainable with a little work and a bit of money, it is possible to hire an R8 for the day if you take a second mortgage out on your house. If I asked Twitter for a couple of volunteers for a spit roast I’m sure hands would be raised. but like all life time dreams once the are achieved do they not just become fond memories? Is reality not harsh in comparison? I mean, how likely is it that the reality will be half as good as what happens in my brain. Lets face it, sex on a R8 is probably uncomfortable, talk dark handsome strangers will probably turn into my worst porn nightmare and Colin will fart in the bath….
Such is life….
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Posted on June 12, 2011, in Blog and tagged Bath, Colin Firth, EM, escapism, Fantasy, MMF, perfect, Porn, R8, Random ranting, sex, Skinny Dipping, Spit Roast, Tall Dark Handsome Strangers. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.