Also financially, well, let's not go there, shall we?
So, apology taken care of, now for the fantasy...
What is it about the above photo that sparks fantasies? Well, damn, just
look at it, for starters...who wouldn't want a hot, helpless man sitting in the corner of an elevator just looking at you, wondering what you are going to do to him, what you will expect of him?Ignoring the tennis socks for the moment, look at the expression, the whole composition of it, like you've just hit the emergency stop button and thrown him to the ground....and he is waiting for you, this perfect stranger, to have your way with him...this is sex on legs, or in this case, sex on his perfect butt.
He's a little scared, a little apprehensive, a little excited, a little turned on despite himself...he knows there's no way out, that you are in control....and that's where you see that spark of aggression, that tightening around the eyes that challenges you, c'mon, vixen, do your worst, I can take it and give it back ten-fold. He dares you with those blue eyes, dares you to finish what you started.
And isn't that every woman's hidden little reverse rape fantasy?
Trust, I have been in this situation, not with him mind you, but still...it is not what your libido and the movies tell you it is. But perhaps that was more the company then the event? Doubt it, I was very into the boyfriend in question, but it didn't feel as dirty or as naughty as this picture implies it would be. More terrifying and odd....
But....that's reality farting in the fantasy of your closed, stopped elevator....
So back to the fantasy and to hell with reality, it's never as good....
This picture promises you everything you could want from the forbidden and naughty encounter about to take place here, this picture promises you that the fear of those doors opening and your mum and boss walking in together and finding you only heightens the thrill of having your way with this gorgeous hunk of man.
Save your candlelit dinners with conversation. Save the long, shoe-less, moonlit walks on the beach for afterward. This guy is all about the down and dirty. This guy is all about ripping off buttons and pulling down zippers with your teeth. This guy is walking pornography. He's about the sweat and the wordless moans. He's about the passion. He's about the animal.
He's the one that when the doors open you go your separate ways, without looking at each other, and push through the throngs who've been waiting to get on the elevator....they sense something has happened there, they see your JBF hair and his tousled blond locks, they see you holding your blouse closed with one hand and him half tucking his button-less shirt into his jeans, they see your far off look and his sly grin. They smell you both, they smell the sweat, they smell the animal, and they wait for the next car, a little scared about getting in the one you two were just in.
This photo is about what should happen. This photo leaves you knowing that what started out with you being the hunter, ended with you being the willing, if clawing and scratching, prey.
This photo is about the tables turning. You; the aggressor, seeing what you want and throwing it to the ground without a second's hesitation...but then suddenly things change, and he fights back, tears at your clothing, and it ends with mutual aggression and satiation.
Yes, I can build that big a story around a still shot of a sex god. Yes I can.
I have many more. Some are romantic too :-)
And in closing, as an afterthought......once the animal returns to his den, he is exhausted, and thrilled, and still dirty-sweaty...he can barely stagger through the door before collapsing thusly and dreaming of the vixen on the elevator.....
Until next time, and next photo, in harmony
IrishRed
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