There's nothing wrong with a woman being sexual, just cuz she sexual don't make her a hoe ...

LaVisHh said:

good answer lol

DigitalLisa said:

nobody said it did lol

DigitalLisa said:

Don't y'all remember she's gotta have it See I know the truth that there's alot of undercover freaks too

DigitalLisa said:

it's true what they say about church girls...

DigitalLisa said:

I thought the point of Shes Gotta Have It was that she had just as strong a sex drive as males which shouldn't make her a "freak"

lil kim is my idol


Don't you think about callin' her a hoe, you talkin' bout p control

rdhull said:

Exactly...

I think women are afraid to truly express their sexualities all because they know a guy or girl would be quick to call them a hoe and that is such a double standard, cuz men sleep around and get away with it, but a woman is not?

Main Entry: [1]fan·ta·sy
Pronunciation: 'fan-t&-sE, -zE
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -sies
Etymology: Middle English fantasie —more at FANCY
Date: 14th century
1 : obsolete : HALLUCINATION
2 : FANCY; especially : the free play of creative imagination
3 : a creation of the imaginative faculty whether expressed or merely conceived: as a : a fanciful design or invention b : a chimerical or fantastic notion c : FANTASIA 1 d : imaginative fiction featuring especially strange settings and grotesque characters — called also fantasy fiction

damn Lisa--edit that header

It's funny, the things that ignite a memory. Here I stand with my friend in the midst of Manhattan as we sample the best street cuisine the city has to offer, one of those big, doughy pretzels sold from a pushcart. I raise it to my lips and the steaming vapor fills my nostrils. I close my eyes and imagine myself nose-to-clit with Rachel.

I hadn't thought about her in years. She's probably a grandmother now. When I met her I hadn't quite cracked twenty and was mournfully behind the curve when it came to sexual experience. She was a year older than me, but she seemed so much wiser and worldly.

We hit it off mainly because we shared a slanted sense of humor that escaped most of our friends, who just rolled their eyes and shook their heads when we sniggered over some irony only we two appreciated.

To my everlasting gratitude, Rachel also liked to share her body. She wasn't a striking beauty. But she was pretty, despite a lumpy nose. She had wonderful dark eyes and hair, and bee-stung lips—and she liked to kiss. From kissing, we segued easily into mutual explorations of each other's body; although, I always felt she was two steps ahead of me and leading me where she had already gone. She was patient while I was fumbling until we settled into an agreeable rhythm.

It was always understood that our sex play was strictly for fun, no strings, no commitments; no declarations of undying love were necessary or encouraged. Anything serious was unthinkable. I remember walking her home and coming face-to-face with her grandmother, who gave me the evil eye.

Later, I told Rachel, "I don't think your grandma likes me."

She laughed, "Don't take it personally, she's just worried her favorite granddaughter might fall for some goy. She thinks the Irish are especially mishuga."

So, that was our unspoken arrangement; we'd stay friends and be careful not to fall in love.

At parties we always seemed to end up on each other's arm, sharing snide comments about our friends, and their oh-so-serious affairs. At one party in particular, after we had run out of gossip, we snuck upstairs and found a room a bit bigger than a closet with a cot. No words exchanged, we nodded and fell into what was called back in the day, Heavy Petting.

Time passed unnoticed as we swapped warm wet kisses, and our hands slid beneath each other's clothing. My finger found its way to her pussy and burrowed inside. I was content to finger-fuck her in a steady, monotonous pace.

All at once she said, "Lick my pussy."

I must have made a face, because she scolded me. "Don't be a baby—c'mon, you'll like it."

I have to laugh at how I was then, and wonder how I managed to get along, as sexually ignorant as I was. The prospect of eating pussy held no appeal. It was solely a warm, wet portal through which you inserted your finger, or if you were really lucky, your dick. It was a place you visited tactilely, not a place you eyeballed, much less put your mouth to. I wasn't even sure what a clit was, much less where it was. In fact, I thought it was way up inside and you had to stretch pretty far to reach it.

But then Rachel instructed me to get on my knees as she swung around and dangled her splayed legs off the edge of the cot, her back against the wall. I leaned in as her aroma and humidity caressed my face. I recall at the time I thought she smelled like really fine pizza dough.

Patiently she gave me a tour and a tutorial, and bade me to lick her here, kiss her there, and stroke my nose along her folds. I was seduced by this new experience and enthusiastically lapped and slurped until she tapped me sharply on the head and ordered, "Slow down, for crying out loud, I'm not an ice cream cone about to melt. Now, lick me in that spot, just the way you were before. Oh, yes ..."

And I sensed her body react as she guided the pace of my exertions, every so often saying, "Higher ... softer ... harder ... now, like a French kiss ..."

And then her thighs clenched my head and she grabbed handfuls of my hair so hard it hurt, but I didn't care, because her body vibrated like a tuning fork and she moaned so sweetly. I was proud of myself - proud that I could do that to a girl.

Eating Rachel's pussy became a regular activity, and she would chuckle at how eager I was to please her. And once she rewarded me by declaring me an "expert clit-kisser."

All good things end. Rachel transferred to a West Coast college when her family moved. We wrote for a while but eventually got caught up in new lives and lost touch. But I remember our kiss goodbye, and her advice: "Remember, not all girls like the same thing, what works for me, might not work for them—don't forget to ask."

Odd advice? I think it was her way of letting me go, even though we were so careful not to fall in love.

cool fantasy Lisa

'Cause I love y'all, I'm going to tell you. But first:

To the reporters in the future who are digging up dirt on my past: I am young and foolish. I'm sure I will mellow and become much more conservative in my old age. I will have anything other than wholesome, missionary style sex after the age of 26. Please understand that we all must be young at some point. And for the record, I've never smoked anything or been drunk. I'm not kidding. I focus all of my deviant energy on sex.

Ok. That aside:

I imagine coming home, and finding a sexy older man fucking my husband against the edge of the kitchen counter. Not OLD old, just 35-45ish. College professor-ish. And I get down between my husband and the cabinets and suck his dick while he gets it up the ass. After they both come, my husband lifts me on to the counter and gives me head while I make out with the "prof." And then my husband formally introduces him to me, we all cook dinner together naked, and go on with our happy polyamourous lives. The end.

*sigh* Waiting for my Org Slut nomination. . .

DigitalLisa, if you do intend on making love in a swiming pool one thing to remember is that it may not be the safest type of sex to have,for the woman that is. When the man is thrusting into the woman, air is also being thrusted into the vagina and too much air mixed with the water can cause a bacterial infection in the vagina. I know this from reading not participating. Keep it safe and think of a another fantasy.

Hecks no I don't want another fantasy... Underwater pretty much sums it all, how do y'all think mermaids make love ... wait a minute...
[This message was edited Mon Mar 24 0:05:24 PST 2003 by DigitalLisa]

DigitalLisa said:

Been there, done that. It sounds nice in theory, but in reality, it didn't work very well. The water interferes with lubrication.

'What's ur fanatsy...'


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[This message was edited Mon Mar 24 0:34:19 PST 2003 by Christopher]

Ur fantasy is Sike :Confuse: ?

DigitalLisa said:

ohh lisa i dont think i feel comfortable posting such things i mean i want your thread to stay open not get shut down

Come on I know you wanna share

It's either gonna be Underwater or something Sci-Fi
Getting it on in a Labortory, inside the monkey cage

Or better yet, how about making love on a valcano while wrapped up in purple saran rap

Naw, but really I want 2 go 2 a same sex orgy and everybody's body is all painted in gold... (remember this is fantasy I'm letting my imagination fly free)

DigitalLisa said:

what about sex in public ...? i mean like at mcdonalds at the slides or something

Oh, and let me mention that I KNOW I'm not the only woman who goes mad over Tim Curry a la the RHPS. I mean. . .yum. I wanna go back in time and lay that one down. Sweet transvestite. . .yes indeed. . ."don't dream it, be it". . .

Christopher said:

Man, you'll get an infection from doing that!

Natsume said:

oh my well who used it before me?

Christopher said:

Don't know about McDonalds, but I think playgrounds offer interesting possibilities. Think awhile about a tire swing. . .not the vertical kind, the horizontal kind. . .. . .fun? Methinks.

My friends and I used to hang out in school playgrounds at night. My guy and I would make out in the little crawl-through tubes, which get all warm and cozy really quickly. Prolly not enough maneurverability for actual sex, though it would be fun to try!

Christopher said:

Ask Baby Rae