My own fantasy!

Most days I listen to men telling me their fantasy tales. I thought that today I would tell you about one of mine. I hope this is ok.

As readers of this blog will know, I love to dance. I love to dance salsa. I even attend salsa classes.

Well, it is a Saturday night. The salsa club opens at 11pm. At 9pm I shower and decide what clothes I am going to wear. I decide on a short skirt and blouse that reveals much of my breasts. I decide on lingerie that a vey good friend has just bought me.

I then shower. I soap my body well and dream that it is not my hands that are soaping me all over. I then make myself up. I decide on my make up. Not too much, but something to highlight my eyes. My eyes reveal my inner thoughts. And I want them to be understanding my inner thoughts tonight.

At 10.30 I leave home. I am excited. I already have salsa music in my head. The beat is strong and intoxicating.

I arrive at the salsa club and the place is packed. The music is loud and already there are many people on the dance floor gyrating in a very provocative way.

I move to an area where some of my dance school sit. There are a few faces I know and we greet each other. A man who I have danced with before pulls me onto the dance floor. His movements are strong and confident. He moves me around with a passion he has not showed before. His hands glide over my waist and I also feel the back of his hand slide over my behind.

 He does not look at me. I move with his signals and we seem as one. I can smell his fresh sweat and it excites me. Now and agin his chest touches my breasts and I suddenly feel electric. Although he does not look at me I know he is excited. I can feel his cock growing inside his trousers.

Around us other couples dance in spectacular style. They twist and turn in unison and the music holds each and everyone of us in a trance. Suddenly however, the room darkens and I notice that I am the only female dancer on the dance floor. The male dancers remain. I am moved from partner to partner. Each one holds me tight and touches me sedcutively. I can smell their sex and their passion and my hands fly into the air as if to indicate that I am open and vacant.

My body seems at one with the music and I suddenly realise that my breasts have been freed from their enclosure. My nipples are erect and when I move from dancer to dancer they are kissed and caressed. The room darkens and although I am a little afraid I am also very excited. Hands appear from nowhere and I am guided from arm to arm. As I move around I touch erect cocks. They stand to attention for me. I feel powerful and dominant but also placcid and malleable.

As I move to one pair of arms I am turned roughly so my backside gyrates against his erect cock. His hand moves down my breasts and falls to my skirt. He roughly pulls up my skirt to reveal my knickers. They are moist and it is obvious that I am aroused and my cunt is welcoming!

The room is pitch black now and I can only see hands and cocks when they are very close. I don't know how many hands or cocks but there are many. And I am pleased there are many.

Salsa music plays and I fuck to the music. My fucking is like a dance and I move from partner to partner freely and with simple and well orchestrated movement. I am at one with the world. I want and I feel wanted.

Now this has never happened and will probably never happen. I would be too frightened. But it is an exciting fantasy.

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My super heroes!

Last week I was driving at night from Torvaianica to Casal Palocco. Part of my journey takes me along a winding road that runs between Ostia Pineta.

As I was driving silhouettes appear from the woodland like wood imps from 'Midsummer Nights Dream'. These silhouettes carry torches that are aimed at my car. The lights dazzle. It is a bizzare scene. What makes it even more surreal is that even though the night is very cold the torch carriers wear very little clothes. Some appear nearly naked.

Cars in front of me suddenly slow and we travel along the bumby road very slowly. Cars stop by the side of the road and excited conversations can be seen to be taking place.

As the car slows I can make out more of the silhouettes. Many are dressed as women but are obviously not. But there are women. Women in scanty clothes, waiting in the cold along a dark and eerie woodland road. Amazing!

The interior of the car remains dark and as they cannot see I am a woman the torch light scans my windscreen and they make suggestive body actions.

For me it is not erotic or sexual. All I feel is cold. I hate the cold and the thought of standing alone with nothing on sends shivers through my body. How do they do it? They must be super heroes. And maybe they are. And my imagination conjures up super hero names for some of them. Maybe standing in the dark shining a light at me is Supergobble, Superanal, Superdeepthroat, or even Supertits.

But I suddenly realise I have found my everyday heroes. They should be yours to. Ordinary humans get goosebumps when they stand in the cold, they don't. Ordinary humans get afraid standing in the dark, they don't. Ordinary humans are embarrassed to stand in public naked, they aren't. I salute them!

I have posed as a woman of the night. However, the photos were taken in summer in my back garden. I am definitely not a super hero!!!!

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Have fun!

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A part of me has always been an exhibitionist!

We are what we are and so we should not fight our natural self.

I enoy the company of men and I enjoy flirting with men. Men excite me and invigorate me in a way women do not. Now I do enjoy being with women and having a good chat, I have my friend Tavienne coming on Tuesday and love seeing her.

                                   Tavienne-who is here next week!!!!

 Nonetheless, it is men I move towards at parties and social gatherings. I like it when they walk past me and our bodies touch. I love dancing. Having a man hold me, touch me, control me, move me around. So if there is anyone out there into salsa let me know!!!!

Although I am not totally comfortable being naked in front of people, there are bits of my body like my feet that embarrass me, I love nudist beaches and I get a great thrill swimming naked in the sea. I like it when I walk out of the water with droplets of saline running down my breasts and knowing that people are watching me. I even like it when a few men move their towels closer and try to catch glimpses of all the bits on show!

This exhibitionist streak was with me long before I became an escort. I will give you two examples of this. The first one was my dates when a teenager. I like my tits and was brazen with all the boys who took me out. I cannot remember any date not seeing, touching, caressing and kissing my breasts. They all had their hands full and I enjoyed it when their mouth dropped and when they realised it was their lucky night! Growing up in Italy most of this action took place in motor cars and the car I was in was usually the one without the newspaper lining the windows.

Secondly, as a young woman I went to art classes. I enjoy painting and find it both relaxing and stimulating. One of my teachers at my art class became a friend and one day she asked me to be a nude model. Now you would think that a young woman born in the south of Italy may have some doubts, some nerves, some trepidation about doing this. But I didn't.

I became a nude model! At first it was for my friend and then she slowly introduced people to the class until
there was quite a few people drawing and painting me naked. And I enjoyed it!

So the moral of this tale is that we end up doing things that maybe we programmed to do.

 If you are doing something that does not feel natural and pleasant don't do it. If it feels good and you get a nice feeling when you are doing it well go for it. As long as you are not hurting someone it was is meant to be. And so I am here!

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On a wet day you can get sad thoughts!

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What do men and women lie about?

According to a BBC survey, men usually lie a lot more than women. Women on average lie twice a day, whilst for men it is usually 3 times.

One of the major lies both sexes tell is the number of sexual partners they have had. Men usually say more and women say less. And by the way I am a virgin!

Another thing that men generally lie about is when they remark about a woman's body. Things like;

-No your bum is not too fat

-Your feet are lovely

-Your hair looks great.

-No, you are not putting on weight

Now, if these are the lies that men often tell, I would like to say here and now to ALL men to keep on lying. Because women like me need it!

Now, I generally don't believe it when I get paid a compliment but it does make me feel good. And when a man is whispering into my ear nice things about my body I do get excited and passionate!

So all you men out there keep lying!

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I love photographers!

I spent a lovely morning the other day with a wonderful gentleman. We met in a hotel near where I live. He wanted to spend a relaxing morning with me. We had breakfast together and then a long soapy bath. He was gentle, attentive and very loving at all times.

 It was a pleasure to spend the morning with him.

What really turned me on, however, was that he was a wonderful cameramen and liked to take photos of me. The photos were nude but not excessively explicit and I really got very wet when he was taking them. I am not a great fan of my photographs but I actually liked looking at these. And I will have very fond memories when thinking of the enjoyable morning I had.

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