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Sexual Fantasms, by Master Rao
YOUR LOVE AFFAIRS ACCORDING TO YOUR FIRST NAME
In the sentimental field, you are more cerebral than instinctive. Indeed, you value friendship more than you do love, and it's why an amorous friendship suits you much better than a love relation which is real and in conformity with tradition.
Nothing is worse for you than a humdrum life without surprises. You get bored very quickly, and it's why you readily adopt certain eccentric attitudes in order to prove to yourself and others that you don't let yourself stagnate in routine. Therefore, your faithfulness in love is rather shaky. By advocating love without constraints and the suppression of taboos, you are certainly likely to scare off some suitors!
Very charming, you are much sought after as a single woman. Of course, you profit fully by this situation, for it allows you to preserve your precious freedom and at the same time not to suffer from loneliness. Indeed, you are most often afraid of engaging yourself, that is, of forgoing your dear independence and freedom of action. Thus you try to preserve your freedom as long as possible.
You do have one reasonable solution, though. It's a friendship and complicity marriage with an intelligent, funny and independent man, with whom you'll share your couch, but without any obligations for either party and with perfect respect for mutual freedom. In any case, you'll always prefer free love to traditional marriage.
(I disagree with almost all of that one. lol)
In the sentimental field, you are more cerebral than instinctive. Indeed, you value friendship more than you do love, and it's why an amorous friendship suits you much better than a love relation which is real and in conformity with tradition.
Nothing is worse for you than a humdrum life without surprises. You get bored very quickly, and it's why you readily adopt certain eccentric attitudes in order to prove to yourself and others that you don't let yourself stagnate in routine. Therefore, your faithfulness in love is rather shaky. By advocating love without constraints and the suppression of taboos, you are certainly likely to scare off some suitors!
Very charming, you are much sought after as a single woman. Of course, you profit fully by this situation, for it allows you to preserve your precious freedom and at the same time not to suffer from loneliness. Indeed, you are most often afraid of engaging yourself, that is, of forgoing your dear independence and freedom of action. Thus you try to preserve your freedom as long as possible.
You do have one reasonable solution, though. It's a friendship and complicity marriage with an intelligent, funny and independent man, with whom you'll share your couch, but without any obligations for either party and with perfect respect for mutual freedom. In any case, you'll always prefer free love to traditional marriage.
(I disagree with almost all of that one. lol)
O.K. whats next
I decided I didn't like all the other ones. So they didn't get posted.
As a side note, I love the way English people pronounce my name. It's as if they don't pronounce the "R" at all. So it comes out as "Heatha". So pretty.
The Human Torch (aka: What you thought I was a kidder? 🙂)
Everything in your fantasms is related to desire. But desire and wait rather than acting. What's important in your eyes is games of seduction, glances, the extreme luxury of dresses and places, the promises of a smile or of a movement which is apparently innocent but terribly provocative. Those who crowd your fantasms are beings who are all refined, who pursue love but prove to be difficult to charm, shifty or even reticent. You move in a universe of charm and beauty, a subtle and harmonious universe, where everything is sign, promise or refusal, where everything is mask and swift turn, subtle avowals or hardly perceptible flights. However, all this amorous merry-go-round will end with a freely accepted union.
The women who excite you imagination are beautiful. You are very sensitive to women's beauty. With her beauty of youth, her somewhat fragile beauty of a princess, the woman of your dreams has something of an angel. She is ethereal and refined, perfectly dressed and made up, and wears great luxury dresses with elegance. In looking at her, one can hardly imagine that she can, one day, let herself indulge in the disorders of physical love. Is she a fashionable model? Or the sage and passionate heroine of an English novel of the Victorian epoch? Or a Middle Age lady of the manor observing her knight who is letting himself die of love? Or a Venetian marchioness hiding her face under a black velvet mask? It doesn't matter, anyhow: what really counts is that your woman will be difficult to conquer, and that she will know how to draw you into all sorts of love games before finally giving herself to you.
Anybody gotta match?
Everything in your fantasms is related to desire. But desire and wait rather than acting. What's important in your eyes is games of seduction, glances, the extreme luxury of dresses and places, the promises of a smile or of a movement which is apparently innocent but terribly provocative. Those who crowd your fantasms are beings who are all refined, who pursue love but prove to be difficult to charm, shifty or even reticent. You move in a universe of charm and beauty, a subtle and harmonious universe, where everything is sign, promise or refusal, where everything is mask and swift turn, subtle avowals or hardly perceptible flights. However, all this amorous merry-go-round will end with a freely accepted union.
The women who excite you imagination are beautiful. You are very sensitive to women's beauty. With her beauty of youth, her somewhat fragile beauty of a princess, the woman of your dreams has something of an angel. She is ethereal and refined, perfectly dressed and made up, and wears great luxury dresses with elegance. In looking at her, one can hardly imagine that she can, one day, let herself indulge in the disorders of physical love. Is she a fashionable model? Or the sage and passionate heroine of an English novel of the Victorian epoch? Or a Middle Age lady of the manor observing her knight who is letting himself die of love? Or a Venetian marchioness hiding her face under a black velvet mask? It doesn't matter, anyhow: what really counts is that your woman will be difficult to conquer, and that she will know how to draw you into all sorts of love games before finally giving herself to you.
Anybody gotta match?
wow. Yours was so much prettier and more wistful than mine.
Just stopping thru, eh?
Shopping through? Wha? OHH. Stopping stopping. Yesh.
ah. how's it going?
umm...i got the same thing as phoenix so now im going to try my nick name.
Your dreams are omnipresent, so much so that your oneiric universe can sometimes overlap the real world. You may happen to welter a whole forenoon in the murkiness and happiness of your strange reveries all the while you appear interested in what you're doing. To exculpate you, one must say that your fantasmic world is extremely rich and that beside it reality is so deceiving. And if you keep in your head the image of those who haunt your nights, it's because their attractive power is infinite.
Your dream man is a traveler. But your traveler does not satisfy himself with roaming our planet. He's more unreal. He's The Wanderer, The Authentic Stranger, the one who comes from so far that one doesn't know if he's really a man. He resembles Robinson Crusoe. He's also a traveler among the stars, or an extra-terrestrial appearing suddenly, during a full-moon night, in order to initiate you into strange love games. The man of your dreams is also a mystic, a monk, or a Hindu sage who loves you and God at the same time and equally. Whether a traveler or a mystic, the man who attracts you is always different. You know that he knows the secrets of pleasure and that he will open its door to you.
ahaha i have to say..my nick name version of "the man of my dreams" is much what i like than my real one...
Your dreams are omnipresent, so much so that your oneiric universe can sometimes overlap the real world. You may happen to welter a whole forenoon in the murkiness and happiness of your strange reveries all the while you appear interested in what you're doing. To exculpate you, one must say that your fantasmic world is extremely rich and that beside it reality is so deceiving. And if you keep in your head the image of those who haunt your nights, it's because their attractive power is infinite.
Your dream man is a traveler. But your traveler does not satisfy himself with roaming our planet. He's more unreal. He's The Wanderer, The Authentic Stranger, the one who comes from so far that one doesn't know if he's really a man. He resembles Robinson Crusoe. He's also a traveler among the stars, or an extra-terrestrial appearing suddenly, during a full-moon night, in order to initiate you into strange love games. The man of your dreams is also a mystic, a monk, or a Hindu sage who loves you and God at the same time and equally. Whether a traveler or a mystic, the man who attracts you is always different. You know that he knows the secrets of pleasure and that he will open its door to you.
ahaha i have to say..my nick name version of "the man of my dreams" is much what i like than my real one...
What.. the heck does "exculpate" mean?
It sounds like being scooped out from within & replaced.. like some giant Potatoe Skin. (which might be nice..mebbe.)
It sounds like being scooped out from within & replaced.. like some giant Potatoe Skin. (which might be nice..mebbe.)
Hey Phoenix.. "wistful" is wanting.. One tries NOT to be wistful. I wish I wasn't, [he said wistfully..] Damn.
Gheez Lus.. Run! It's Randall Flagg! (could..not..resist)
It certainly sounds like you're in the right place though.
I mean, really.. isn't this Just what the doctor ordered?
I mean, really.. isn't this Just what the doctor ordered?
Lemme made it like a Want Ad..
Tender, sensitive Piscean DreamBoat seeks Virile WoodLand Stud for deep discussion and back to Nature excusions & ManHandling...
Tender, sensitive Piscean DreamBoat seeks Virile WoodLand Stud for deep discussion and back to Nature excusions & ManHandling...
Oh..and the right place.. you know, Scotland.. moors..being chased.. (not "chaste").. I'd Like Scotland! (I'd have an accent, as you & James's have discussed) But no matter.
Real name:
You try to hide it for fear of passing for an unyielding amazon, but the fact is that strength fascinates you. Of course, you put on civilized airs, you can even show yourself very much refined and evolved, but deep down in you lies dormant an instinctive being, who likes power, fight, and even brutality. Your often excessive fantasms worry you. But you are wrong, for there's absolutely nothing perverse or sadistic in you. Those images of violence which attract you and in which you sometimes delight secretly are simply for you the expression of life's energy and force. They strictly have nothing morbid. If you secretly dream of tall, flaxen-haired conquerors blithely raping their lovely prisoners, or of muscular policemen on their huge motorcycles, you've nevertheless no taste for destruction.
You'll never acknowledge it to your friends, especially during these times of triumphant feminism, but the man of your fantasms has everything of the prehistoric macho. He resembles the great Celtic warrior with his prominent muscles. He's also a Viking war chieftain dancing on his drakkar before landing to sack a monastery, a barbarian springing up from the steppes on his black stallion, or an Attila devastating everything on his way. He's, then, a strong man, who can also have the traits of a boxing champion, an Aikido master, a footfall star, or a fighterjet pilot. In brief, a man in all his virile splendor. A man who doesn't care about romanticism - he seizes you abruptly, brutalizes you, and sometimes rapes you. But you know that all will end well - you will know how to arouse his passion, and soon, it's for you that he will set off again to conquer the world!
....
I don't think that's entirely true...
Morgan:
Those who stroll along in your fantasms don't look up to much. They are no sublime warriors, no triumphant courtesans, no haughty aristocrats. Their attractiveness is not only physical. In order to discover the treasures of sensuality which they are capable of, it's necessary to go beyond appearances; it's necessary to guess their beauty, their charm and their power behind the rags and tatters which disfigure them. In the scenarios which you sometimes dare to imagine, you take time to penetrate all the secrets of their existences before compelling them to take off their social masks so as to have access to pleasure - with you!
The one who springs up in your dreams is often a humble man, a worker. He may be a workman sweating under his helmet, or a miner black with soot coming up from his gallery. He is one of strong and good men, one of those men who work, who do not look up to much, and who, in your fantasms, know how to unite certain roughness and much tenderness. You may also happen to dream of professors with glasses and, above all, of doctors. Your man may be the surgeon who jostles you when running to operate an injured victim, or the cardiologist who can hardly hide his interest for you under his professional mask. All such men, you guess, will very rapidly know how to bring you to the seventh heaven!
Hmmmm... Not even close.
The first one was better, 'sept I'm not into being the one dominated...
You try to hide it for fear of passing for an unyielding amazon, but the fact is that strength fascinates you. Of course, you put on civilized airs, you can even show yourself very much refined and evolved, but deep down in you lies dormant an instinctive being, who likes power, fight, and even brutality. Your often excessive fantasms worry you. But you are wrong, for there's absolutely nothing perverse or sadistic in you. Those images of violence which attract you and in which you sometimes delight secretly are simply for you the expression of life's energy and force. They strictly have nothing morbid. If you secretly dream of tall, flaxen-haired conquerors blithely raping their lovely prisoners, or of muscular policemen on their huge motorcycles, you've nevertheless no taste for destruction.
You'll never acknowledge it to your friends, especially during these times of triumphant feminism, but the man of your fantasms has everything of the prehistoric macho. He resembles the great Celtic warrior with his prominent muscles. He's also a Viking war chieftain dancing on his drakkar before landing to sack a monastery, a barbarian springing up from the steppes on his black stallion, or an Attila devastating everything on his way. He's, then, a strong man, who can also have the traits of a boxing champion, an Aikido master, a footfall star, or a fighterjet pilot. In brief, a man in all his virile splendor. A man who doesn't care about romanticism - he seizes you abruptly, brutalizes you, and sometimes rapes you. But you know that all will end well - you will know how to arouse his passion, and soon, it's for you that he will set off again to conquer the world!
....
I don't think that's entirely true...
Morgan:
Those who stroll along in your fantasms don't look up to much. They are no sublime warriors, no triumphant courtesans, no haughty aristocrats. Their attractiveness is not only physical. In order to discover the treasures of sensuality which they are capable of, it's necessary to go beyond appearances; it's necessary to guess their beauty, their charm and their power behind the rags and tatters which disfigure them. In the scenarios which you sometimes dare to imagine, you take time to penetrate all the secrets of their existences before compelling them to take off their social masks so as to have access to pleasure - with you!
The one who springs up in your dreams is often a humble man, a worker. He may be a workman sweating under his helmet, or a miner black with soot coming up from his gallery. He is one of strong and good men, one of those men who work, who do not look up to much, and who, in your fantasms, know how to unite certain roughness and much tenderness. You may also happen to dream of professors with glasses and, above all, of doctors. Your man may be the surgeon who jostles you when running to operate an injured victim, or the cardiologist who can hardly hide his interest for you under his professional mask. All such men, you guess, will very rapidly know how to bring you to the seventh heaven!
Hmmmm... Not even close.
The first one was better, 'sept I'm not into being the one dominated...
Midle name:
You are now living in a civilized world. And yet, your fantasms take their roots in an archaic universe, an intact and forgotten universe, a universe where human beings were still connected to nature, in which people lived according to the rhythm of the seasons, where one was near to wild beasts and the huge forest of the origins. The man of your dreams is a primeval being, a being who hardly emerges from animality, a being who lives in harmony with the world, plants, trees, beasts, and the forces of the earth. This primitive, powerful and sensual being knows all the secrets of amorous ecstasy. He can show himself brutal without meaning it. But there's in him neither violence nor wickedness.
The man of your dreams comes out from the woods. He emerges from an old and wise world, from a land of plenty, from a lost paradise. He resembles a wild beast - of course he's human, but is still somewhat an animal, he's the brother of King Kong, with his primitive savagery and his awkward tenderness. He's a peasant, a woodcutter, a forest guard, or a poacher. Also a gardener, who knows the herbs that cure and those the perfume of which enchant the senses; or a vine-grower who amorously touches his grapes and takes care of his big wooden barrels with patience and relish. He resembles Pan, Bacchus or Dionysos, those ancient orgiastic and all-powerful gods. His wild sensuality knows of no limits; nevertheless, at the same time, he's all innocence. This man of extravagance can handle you roughly but without meaning it. And when he realizes that he can hurt you, he will become all tenderness and protection.
You are now living in a civilized world. And yet, your fantasms take their roots in an archaic universe, an intact and forgotten universe, a universe where human beings were still connected to nature, in which people lived according to the rhythm of the seasons, where one was near to wild beasts and the huge forest of the origins. The man of your dreams is a primeval being, a being who hardly emerges from animality, a being who lives in harmony with the world, plants, trees, beasts, and the forces of the earth. This primitive, powerful and sensual being knows all the secrets of amorous ecstasy. He can show himself brutal without meaning it. But there's in him neither violence nor wickedness.
The man of your dreams comes out from the woods. He emerges from an old and wise world, from a land of plenty, from a lost paradise. He resembles a wild beast - of course he's human, but is still somewhat an animal, he's the brother of King Kong, with his primitive savagery and his awkward tenderness. He's a peasant, a woodcutter, a forest guard, or a poacher. Also a gardener, who knows the herbs that cure and those the perfume of which enchant the senses; or a vine-grower who amorously touches his grapes and takes care of his big wooden barrels with patience and relish. He resembles Pan, Bacchus or Dionysos, those ancient orgiastic and all-powerful gods. His wild sensuality knows of no limits; nevertheless, at the same time, he's all innocence. This man of extravagance can handle you roughly but without meaning it. And when he realizes that he can hurt you, he will become all tenderness and protection.
I'd say that if you mix my fist and middle name's results together, you'd get the perfect picture.
hehehe...scandalous, morgan...scandalous!! (I like yours!)
Hey, that was a good idea...doing all the names. I've got free time (I'm off for 3 more days, yay)...think I'll do the same.
Hey, that was a good idea...doing all the names. I've got free time (I'm off for 3 more days, yay)...think I'll do the same.
MIDDLE NAME
Marie
Your dreams are omnipresent, so much so that your oneiric universe can sometimes overlap the real world. You may happen to welter a whole forenoon in the murkiness and happiness of your strange reveries all the while you appear interested in what you're doing. To exculpate you, one must say that your fantasmic world is extremely rich and that beside it reality is so deceiving. And if you keep in your head the image of those who haunt your nights, it's because their attractive power is infinite.
Your dream man is a traveler. But your traveler does not satisfy himself with roaming our planet. He's more unreal. He's The Wanderer, The Authentic Stranger, the one who comes from so far that one doesn't know if he's really a man. He resembles Robinson Crusoe. He's also a traveler among the stars, or an extra-terrestrial appearing suddenly, during a full-moon night, in order to initiate you into strange love games. The man of your dreams is also a mystic, a monk, or a Hindu sage who loves you and God at the same time and equally. Whether a traveler or a mystic, the man who attracts you is always different. You know that he knows the secrets of pleasure and that he will open its door to you.
Marie
Your dreams are omnipresent, so much so that your oneiric universe can sometimes overlap the real world. You may happen to welter a whole forenoon in the murkiness and happiness of your strange reveries all the while you appear interested in what you're doing. To exculpate you, one must say that your fantasmic world is extremely rich and that beside it reality is so deceiving. And if you keep in your head the image of those who haunt your nights, it's because their attractive power is infinite.
Your dream man is a traveler. But your traveler does not satisfy himself with roaming our planet. He's more unreal. He's The Wanderer, The Authentic Stranger, the one who comes from so far that one doesn't know if he's really a man. He resembles Robinson Crusoe. He's also a traveler among the stars, or an extra-terrestrial appearing suddenly, during a full-moon night, in order to initiate you into strange love games. The man of your dreams is also a mystic, a monk, or a Hindu sage who loves you and God at the same time and equally. Whether a traveler or a mystic, the man who attracts you is always different. You know that he knows the secrets of pleasure and that he will open its door to you.
SCREEN NAME
Phoenix
You are now living in a civilized world. And yet, your fantasms take their roots in an archaic universe, an intact and forgotten universe, a universe where human beings were still connected to nature, in which people lived according to the rhythm of the seasons, where one was near to wild beasts and the huge forest of the origins. The man of your dreams is a primeval being, a being who hardly emerges from animality, a being who lives in harmony with the world, plants, trees, beasts, and the forces of the earth. This primitive, powerful and sensual being knows all the secrets of amorous ecstasy. He can show himself brutal without meaning it. But there's in him neither violence nor wickedness.
The man of your dreams comes out from the woods. He emerges from an old and wise world, from a land of plenty, from a lost paradise. He resembles a wild beast - of course he's human, but is still somewhat an animal, he's the brother of King Kong, with his primitive savagery and his awkward tenderness. He's a peasant, a woodcutter, a forest guard, or a poacher. Also a gardener, who knows the herbs that cure and those the perfume of which enchant the senses; or a vine-grower who amorously touches his grapes and takes care of his big wooden barrels with patience and relish. He resembles Pan, Bacchus or Dionysos, those ancient orgiastic and all-powerful gods. His wild sensuality knows of no limits; nevertheless, at the same time, he's all innocence. This man of extravagance can handle you roughly but without meaning it. And when he realizes that he can hurt you, he will become all tenderness and protection.
Phoenix
You are now living in a civilized world. And yet, your fantasms take their roots in an archaic universe, an intact and forgotten universe, a universe where human beings were still connected to nature, in which people lived according to the rhythm of the seasons, where one was near to wild beasts and the huge forest of the origins. The man of your dreams is a primeval being, a being who hardly emerges from animality, a being who lives in harmony with the world, plants, trees, beasts, and the forces of the earth. This primitive, powerful and sensual being knows all the secrets of amorous ecstasy. He can show himself brutal without meaning it. But there's in him neither violence nor wickedness.
The man of your dreams comes out from the woods. He emerges from an old and wise world, from a land of plenty, from a lost paradise. He resembles a wild beast - of course he's human, but is still somewhat an animal, he's the brother of King Kong, with his primitive savagery and his awkward tenderness. He's a peasant, a woodcutter, a forest guard, or a poacher. Also a gardener, who knows the herbs that cure and those the perfume of which enchant the senses; or a vine-grower who amorously touches his grapes and takes care of his big wooden barrels with patience and relish. He resembles Pan, Bacchus or Dionysos, those ancient orgiastic and all-powerful gods. His wild sensuality knows of no limits; nevertheless, at the same time, he's all innocence. This man of extravagance can handle you roughly but without meaning it. And when he realizes that he can hurt you, he will become all tenderness and protection.
Apparently, Master Rao thinks all women basically want the same thing. lol.
Morgan's first paragraph, omitting the last few lines, did seem dead on.. "wants to go to Peru".. violent dreams.. Amazonian / Mayan ... "all dressed up & no one to flay"...
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Master Rao gives weird daily advice also.. Be kind to your spleen type.. strangeness. Jury's still out on this guy.
lol
I am ultamitely surprised by the fact that it's not THAT far off... Somehow I never thought before my name really fit me... I may have to rethink this now...
Sweet-P, I'd be interested in Scottish slang. Or any from James T. either, actually. Who originally called a certain kind of girl a "tart"? And I know it wasn't meant nicely, as a pastry. (Anyone? Just curious).
I still like Morgwen .. who ever thought of that one.
Then again.. Morgon's still available. (piercing eye.. turns to stone etc..) It is.. very close. Recalling your earlier mythology around names and such.
Alright, mine's the same as someone's here....but this one line makes me wonder if somewhere down the genetic ladder Master Rau is related to Douglass Adams: "If you secretly dream of tall, flaxen-haired conquerors blithely raping their lovely prisoners, or of muscular policemen on their huge motorcycles..." Read the first 20-ish pages of "The Hitchhiker's Guide To the Galaxy". And, for the record, I've never dreamt of tall barbarians or policemen. Not yet anyway.
Paul
Your fantasmic universe is rich, even inexhaustible, and it often grazes abysses. Your dreams are dizzy, they pull you to the frontiers of the strangest forbidden, toy with perversity, with death, with the sordid. However, even though the scenarios which your imagination creates are sometimes terrifying and shocking, you know perfectly how to draw a line between dream and reality. It never comes to your mind to experience such chaotic wanderings in actuality. Be reassured: such fantasmagorias have nothing dangerous; they are only an expression of your unconscious - an unconscious which is free and fond of sensations, and which does not mind the conventions within which the majority of your contemporaries remain confined.
The woman of your fantasms is powerful but dangerous. By turns, she can be a magician, goddess, initiatrix, or cruel sorceress. She wears all the faces of passion and excess. She can be one of those half-women half-snakes fairies who kill those whom they deem not worthy of their love. She can be a femme fatale for whom men are only playthings. She can also be a vampire, a sister of Dracula whose kiss is bearer of death and immortality. In brief, she is enticing and murderous at the same time; and if you dream of dying in her arms, it's to die of love.
Your fantasmic universe is rich, even inexhaustible, and it often grazes abysses. Your dreams are dizzy, they pull you to the frontiers of the strangest forbidden, toy with perversity, with death, with the sordid. However, even though the scenarios which your imagination creates are sometimes terrifying and shocking, you know perfectly how to draw a line between dream and reality. It never comes to your mind to experience such chaotic wanderings in actuality. Be reassured: such fantasmagorias have nothing dangerous; they are only an expression of your unconscious - an unconscious which is free and fond of sensations, and which does not mind the conventions within which the majority of your contemporaries remain confined.
The woman of your fantasms is powerful but dangerous. By turns, she can be a magician, goddess, initiatrix, or cruel sorceress. She wears all the faces of passion and excess. She can be one of those half-women half-snakes fairies who kill those whom they deem not worthy of their love. She can be a femme fatale for whom men are only playthings. She can also be a vampire, a sister of Dracula whose kiss is bearer of death and immortality. In brief, she is enticing and murderous at the same time; and if you dream of dying in her arms, it's to die of love.
Sounds like a female mantis.. I like the sound of "initiatrix" though.. that's a new one on me.
Yours is neat, Paul. Do you think it's true?
Espernaut, I couldn't get your screen name on the site, they said the name wasn't in their database (lol, suprise, suprise). Bummer.
Espernaut, I couldn't get your screen name on the site, they said the name wasn't in their database (lol, suprise, suprise). Bummer.
I'm an uncola.. Mr. Unique. Defies explanation. (Yup. That's what the parents said about me tew.)
an uncola, I love that. And you are probably the most unique person I know.
you have mail, by the way
Yes I know..I'm very badly playing ketchup.
no...you play well. 🙂
Yes, but you keep up'ing the ante. (You sure you never played poker?)
Five-card, used to play all the time, won most of the time. 🙂
Remind me never to play cards with you then. At least not poker. Well, depends.. what do you play for? money? matches?
The satisfaction of winning.
Hmm. That it eh? You're an easy pleaser. No strip ever then eh? (just asking.. I haven't.. doesn't mean I didna' wanna.)
Hey, i wanna know what my fantasm is..... :-)
could someone point me in the right direction?
could someone point me in the right direction?
backup to page one. its on the first or secound post.
Thank you Phoenix Rising, i should have been more observant.
My Fantasm
This man who makes you dream is somewhat your brother. There's nothing incestuous here, be reassured! No, the one who haunts your dreams is your double, your twin, your accomplice, your alter ego. Yes, it's the one who resembles you; the one who will guess your moods and go ahead of your desires; the one who will know how to laugh and play with you; the one who will take you by the hand to pull you into a universe of childlike loves, which are of course sensual but also dreamy and free, a universe where everything is permitted because, actually, when one is a child, nothing is really important, nothing is really perverse, nothing is really forbidden.
The man of your dreams is young. He discovers the world with curiosity and eagerness. He's intelligent, plays at fine talkers, and he has the sense of humor. But when he tries to be smart before his cronies, you know that it's only to hide his inexperience. You guess that, once in your arms, he will suddenly lose his gift for gab and again become the dullard whom he is actually without willing to admit it. He will then be clumsy and dazzled, but ready for all sorts of initiations, even the most daring ones. He's a talkative student, a young professor with glasses, an obdurate intellectual who will try to put words on everything until the moment when your caresses make him stop talking. He could be your brother, he resembles you, he's your accomplice and not your enemy. With him, you can play tricks to others, sneer at conventional people, and tread all the roads of freedom.
My Fantasm
This man who makes you dream is somewhat your brother. There's nothing incestuous here, be reassured! No, the one who haunts your dreams is your double, your twin, your accomplice, your alter ego. Yes, it's the one who resembles you; the one who will guess your moods and go ahead of your desires; the one who will know how to laugh and play with you; the one who will take you by the hand to pull you into a universe of childlike loves, which are of course sensual but also dreamy and free, a universe where everything is permitted because, actually, when one is a child, nothing is really important, nothing is really perverse, nothing is really forbidden.
The man of your dreams is young. He discovers the world with curiosity and eagerness. He's intelligent, plays at fine talkers, and he has the sense of humor. But when he tries to be smart before his cronies, you know that it's only to hide his inexperience. You guess that, once in your arms, he will suddenly lose his gift for gab and again become the dullard whom he is actually without willing to admit it. He will then be clumsy and dazzled, but ready for all sorts of initiations, even the most daring ones. He's a talkative student, a young professor with glasses, an obdurate intellectual who will try to put words on everything until the moment when your caresses make him stop talking. He could be your brother, he resembles you, he's your accomplice and not your enemy. With him, you can play tricks to others, sneer at conventional people, and tread all the roads of freedom.
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( May have to track back to http://quizilla.com/ )
( May have to track back to http://quizilla.com/ )
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I know of a few, but let's make an official list.
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By: Garrett Hols
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Perverse, is using 1 chicken feather.
Kinky, is using the whole chicken.
:)
Perverse, is using 1 chicken feather.
Kinky, is using the whole chicken.
:)
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http://www.innergeek.us/geek.html
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Heather
You have the most original, the most weird and the most scandalous fantasms. Indeed, it's very difficult to shock you. In your reveries, everything is possible - except that you have no taste for the morbid and the pernicious. No, your imaginative frenzies, even though they often cross the frontiers of the forbidden, are always accompanied by a good dose of tenderness and respect for the others. In your fantasms, there is love between many persons, there's also love between men or between women. But such scenarios are by no means depraved. What's important for you is to meet together, to love together, even though this may disturb conventional people.
The man of your dreams is a rebel, a revolter, a freedom fighter. Your senses can flare up only in an atmosphere of revolt or revolution, of struggle for changing the world. But your fantasms can also be more serene - you succumb to all pacifists, to those who struggle to improve the world, to ecologist militants. Your fantasmic man is a lawyer roaming the world for Amnesty International, a surgeon operating in refugee camps, or a well-digger helping the peasants in the Sahel. Evidently, you're often sensitive to epopees of the future - the hero of a space ship has everything to make you dream. If he seizes you in the alleyways of his ship, your ecstasies will rapidly become cosmic!
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