I’d like to take a moment and harken back to one of my favourite goofy internet videos from 2007.
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Obviously, I titled this post off the video. When the idea for this post came into my head, the song popped in there with it so there you have it. A goofy title. Enough about that, let’s get to why you’re really reading this post and possibly this blog: my sexual fantasies like having these sex toys by Be Daring is really the coolest!
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My Daddy often asks me questions relating to my fantasies. First fantasy, fantasies from the past week, fantasies since we last saw each other, fantasies I’ve not shared with anyone before. I always feel awkward and childlike when faced with these questions. What ARE my fantasies? I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t fantasize the way others do.
This isn’t to say I don’t have a sense of imagination. I’m a creative type- an artist by hobby and trade. I just don’t seem to create the elaborate scenarios which others do which have come to be known as fantasies. I think of independent acts or items by themselves, many people have sexual fantasies and using toys such as vibrating anal stimulators and more. I may focus on a sensation, or a feeling I wish to have. Primarily I re-live that which I’ve experienced already. I re-live the sensation of hot wax dripping onto my skin. I re-live the feeling of anxiety and disorientation from being blindfolded. What I don’t do is play a movie out in my head of how a scene may go, or even replay a scene I’ve done. I also don’t mentally live out that which I haven’t experienced. I’ll think about it, posit what it might be like, and reason it through, but live it out? Not happening.
So, everyone else has more sexual fantasies than me. I guess I’m ok with that. I’m still creating fodder for my mind to re-live, and that’s the important part right?
