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| The Secret Fantasies of Men - Part 2 |
After this morning's depressing post, I thought I'd lighten up my blog a bit by talking about the oddest fantasy I've ever encountered in all my years as a phone sex worker... and believe me, that's saying a lot.. I've heard some pretty off the wall fantasies. ;)
I used to speak to this guy on a fairly regular basis. I can't say I know anything about him, and, to this day, his fantasy remains unique and quite mysterious. Chances are I will never be able to understand exactly what the thrill of it is.
In his fantasy, I played nothing more than the part of the narrator to a story, much like a fairy tale. In this fairy tale, he was the Prince, and he liked for me to describe in great detail every aspect of his attire, from his long blond hair with the bangs that hung down past his eyes.. to the tights and ballet slippers he was wearing.. to the poet's shirt and cavaliers hat with the long feathery plume. I should mention that the tights had to be tights.. he'd get quite upset if you referred to them as pantyhose. ;)
Once the Prince was properly dressed he would go for a stroll in the forest. I would describe to him all the sights and sounds around him.. whether the sun was shining or if it was raining, and if he saw any little creatures along his way. And then the part that thrilled him the most.. lo and behold, up in front of him, there was a trap! A snare set to catch the naughty Prince. Sometimes he would see the trap in advance, and sometimes he wouldn't, but he would always step into it.
Sometimes he would have me repeat to him over and over again the details of his trapping... the rustling of the leaves as the trap was sprung and the way the rope would wrap itself tightly around his ankles, followed by the lurch in his stomach as he was suddenly lifted from the ground and flipped upside down. Other times, he'd only want the trap sprung once and then have me go on to describe how it felt to be hanging there, upside down, with the day growing darker and busy little creatures running around on the ground below him, and occasionally up or down his legs and body (there was, of course, no sexual interaction with the wee creatures of the forest!).
Most of the time, he would just hang there for a while, then suddenly say "thanks, I'm finished" and hang up the phone. On one or two rare occasions in the months that I spoke with him, a group of other little princes would show up to tease and make fun of him and poke him with sticks. Either way, there was never anything overtly sexual about his fantasies, but apparently it did the trick for him, so much so that he was willing to pay by the minute to hear the same fantasy repeated to him over and over again.
Only once or twice in our conversations did he not want the above... and, even then, all he wanted to do was talk about various types of snares and traps. He once even told me that he had been considering setting a trap for himself in the woods. I warned him against this as it could prove to be quite dangerous, of course.
After a while, he simply stopped calling... I do hope he isn't hanging upside down in a tree somewhere waiting for someone to come along and cut him down...
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Posted by nightshade on 2009-08-18 19:35:31 | Rating: | Views: 97
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