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I have really enjoyed your posts so far and I would love to know what your favorite fantasies are:
Do you prefere guns? Knives? Spears?
Where is your favorite place to be wounded?
I know you enjoy the femme fatale and other defiant or consensual target types, but I would love to know yoru favorite settings in detail if you would be so kind.
I will repeat mine so that you know I am not just googlebot
1940's style femme fatale
Other historical settings such as ancient Rome, Renaissance, etc
Belly wounds of all kinds, particularly knives but also bullets spears swords etc.
Guttings
Being wounded during sex.
Lingering for as long as possible before death
Dalila.....the great and perfect question, of course, for us to really get to 'know' each other fantasy-wise. Thx for asking it, I have explained them with so many words elsewhere that all these Members have read, I didn't want to bore them again...LOL.
But I'll keep it short and stick to your 'list' type that you provided...sort of....lol.
A major difference between us that of course I knew from your movies, and then that you confirmed a few days ago when talking about your sensations of a blade cutting up and through you and all.......is that I am not at all 'into', and am actually very turned off by guttings and even thoughts of 'cutting up' into me.
It's a more 'clean' phallic symbol, I guess, for me, Dalila.....LOL. Yes, some blood is fine as 'the liquid I ejaculate back as a result of the penetrator entering me"....but I don't even need blood. Actually, wearing a teddy or some lingerie like that and soaking my belly with a machine-gun water pistol sort of does the trick for me.....I'm not really sophisticated with it....but I DO like to FEEL liquid when I grab my belly yes.
So obviously I'm not saying there is anything 'wrong' or whatever with the things I do not like....so I hope we get that clear between us from the beginning. We are each individuals; as we say here in the States, about ice cream, that's why there is chocolate and vanilla.
But I've found over the years that when 2 women communicate honestly, we can end up centering on, or imagining, or role-playing, or writing a story about 'us' in a way that both would find very erotic yet neither would be 'disgusted' by.
A story I posted over at the Pulp Fiction Forum contains elements that are not part of my fantasies......but since I write it as I am feeling a scene, those things (including a headshot to finish ME off...LOL.....after, btw......about 15 bullets and 7 thrusts with a blade......I do not know the exact number, but many of each....LOL.).
So I enjoy hearing someone else's inner mind.....how the whole thing becomes erotic to and for you, and in what ways.
1.Favorite.....I guess since I began with an "I, The Jury" (I assume you are familiar with that classic role), bullets are my favorite, though the most directly phallic is obviously the blade which is delivered almost always at close range (unless an arrow or crossbow bolt or something). If you're not familiar with that Mike Hammer/Mickey Spillane classic, the female killer walks into her apartment and the man about to marry her, the private detective determined to find his best friend's killer....is sitting in a chair with a gun levelled at her belly. Yes, at the woman he loves more than any woman he ever loved....but she killed Jack....and he promised Jack he would find the killer, whoever it was, and make sure the killer died the same, slow way...with one .45 in the belly. So she does a VERY slow strip scene, with cigarette of COURSE, in the book (but not in the movie, dammit!) as she works herself across the room to that chair, trusting that her female charms will win. They do not....lol. That can also be played between two women.
2.Favorite spot.....began with the belly, stayed with the belly....is the belly.....The navel, yes, but if it's a movie scene, I like to still see the navel, so an inch or two or three below that is classic for me. Over the years, of course, I love breast shots also, to cup my fingers around my breast and SQUEEZE my nipple HARD between thumb and forefinger in the HEIGHT of my agony.....oooooh yes......often with my other hand on my belly.....most normally a bare belly or one soaked through whatever fabric I'm wearing so I'm grabbing wet satin, or whatever.....wet silk......so smooth.....sooooffttt.......wet......dripping.......sensual....erotic.
I enjoy one-bullet scenes, but normally more, so my sexual cycle gets raised to a higher level with each penetration. Sexual inferences there are obvious....lol. So in a shootout or something......I'm trying to get away......and you really want to make me HURT....to FEEL your superiority, your VICTORY over ME......so as I'm 'running' or whatever....and we are firing at each other....maybe we're in a parking garage, on a level one level below the roof level......there are girders and columns everywhere.....I'm hiding behind one...firing at you....running to the next one....working my way to the rooftop (for whatever reason, I don't know, my spaceship is up there or something....LOL.....maybe my helicopter waiting for me, it's running........just waiting....
so you very carefully begin to wound me.....one in a thigh......staggers me....slows me down.....another in a shoulder after I've made it to another girder.......making it more difficult to raise my gun and aim it, etc........another one in another thigh as I'm almost ready to spring up the last ramp, which has no girders.....and by time I have to make my final rush from behind the last piece of 'cover'......I am so wounded, so drained....legs barely want to drag me along.....that I basically have no chance to make it to the roof.
You're sadistic in this scene...and loving it.....you let me stagger all the way up that ramp.....to the top.....and then shoot me in the back.....propelling me forward.....aGAIN in the middle of my back.......probably wearing leather, halter and tight shorts, bare midriff.....bullet holes everywhere, but I don't like being 'destroyed', so it's more just 'small holes' with a bit of blood or something.....your 2nd bullet into my back turns me around and I fall backward (NO, not off the roof!) and my arms catch on the railing that would be about waist high....and with arms draped over the railing, gun falling from my hand, my elbows over the railing and supporting my weight....with each step you take toward me, you put another one into my front.....belly, chest....breasts.
Well...LOL...I didn't mean to get going there, Dalila, but that's me....spur of the moment when I reply about fantasy......
I also like 'mood' clothing, yes.....a stunning gown with cleavage.....a simple black dress that clings, with a slit all the way up the leg (legs one of my best features and long...lol)...dress can be short or long.....maybe I'm with my lover, sipping champagne together in front of the fireplace, deep pile rug....arms intertwined and drinking out of each other's glass....one of my legs going up his and beginning to encircle his back as we kiss......and he plugs me in the belly.
I like Commando scenes with machine guns. Gangster roles. BAD girl roles. YES, it's also nice to walk into the room and..OH GOD.....as in I, The Jury.....there he is, in the chair, .45 levelled right at my belly.....and I know full well his promise to find who killed his best friend Jack with one .45 slug in the belly and then watched him die slowly. Roles where I KNOW I'm going to get it at the end....maybe firing squad.....or even you just are there in the house, as with your picture you provided before, in that HOT outfit....smoking.....gun levelled at my belly as I walk through the door. LORD can I see you with that smile.....SLOOWly dragging on the cigarette.....blowing it at me of course.....eventually walking to me....or having me walk to you.......and offering me a cigarette.....which symbolically I know is my last one. You may or may not have made me strip by then....or maybe my belly's already bare.
You get the idea...and ideas....LOL. And the men reading the thread will not object to me going 'off topic' a bit from your question....but not really!
I like amazon themes....I was an athlete, so RAW, animalistic female competition appeals to another mood of mine. I often play fantasies against other female athletes past and present. The 'looks' that tennis players and others get with bodies extended are often VERY much like 'the moment of penetration'....or the thrill of victory....OR...the agony of defeat. People have provided me some GREAT 'photo manips' of those images of athletes.
That's the short version of the answer, Dalila.....physical struggle, therefore, is VERY erotic to me for another mood....over a knife or a gun.
Bye for now! Ciao...I'm sure I said something among all these words that appealed to someone!
Oh, I'm a tall blonde, Dalila....5"10', ballooned up to 135 pounds.....not 'chiseled' and muscular athlete, but a lithe one, no washerboard abs here...lol. Blonde hair...natural.....hangs straight mostly, shoulder length. I'm far too lazy (coming from athletics days) to ever work on my hair so I keep it simple, since the hair's straight. Blue eyes.
I am extremely familiar with "I The Jury" as it is one of my core fantasies.
I played that exact scene in my well known "Dreams Like These" series.
I press my belly up against his gun and seduce him while I go for the little pistol I have strapped to my thigh by a garter.
He shoots. The bullet passes throuh my gut and out my back. I am stopped just for a moment, but then I continue my seduction as though the wound will not kill me.
He shoots again, this time through my stomach. I am too wounded to continue to stand. I slide down his body onto my knees.
But I still am full of fire and lust.
He thinks that he can leave me but I won't let him. There is no killing and running in my world.
He must stay and prove himself to me by making love to me as I die slowly.
I struggle to speak as I grab hold of his coat and drag myself up to him. Blood begins to trickle over my lip....I say "I wouldn't leave if I were you" but he throws me to the ground in disgust and walks out of my hideout.
Now I am furious. I didn't mind being shot. I deserved it because I too have killed, but to abandon me sexually? That is too much.
I drag myself along my carpet and find my gun. I force myself to my feet, throw a trench coat over my skimpy red tap pants and white blouse, and head for his office.
I am stumbling though the streets. Neon signs mock me. My belly aches with a deep smokey lustful pain. I moan and growl with each step. Fury and passion are my crutch.
Finally I arrive at his office, but I find only his hapless secretary.
I let her have a couple of hot slugs, exactly where he shot me. She is stunned. She does not share my thrill of being wounded, but she knows that she is as good as dead already. She stares up at me, knowing that the next slug with finish her. She seems very intelligent so i cannot resist putting the final slug right between her eyes.
She falls dead onto the type writer in front of her.
I manage to make it ino an office chair and I wait for him.
He arrives, sees his dead secretary, and knows that I have the jump on him.
He is afraid of his passions> He refuses to allow his libido to give into me, but he is not afraid of death,
He draws his pistol but I fire first.
He drops to his knees, and is mortally wounded, but manages to get off a shot before he falls dead.
As if by divine order the third bullet hits me in the belly, and multiplies the deep ache already raping my guts.
I am still too thrilled to die just yet. I orgasm as I die slowly, wondering when I will finally cross into the darkness of eternal slumber. Each new wave of pain causes me to orgasm more furiously than the last.
I try to speak but only blood pours out over my lips now in a thick cascade, match the crimson between my fingers in color, and the volcanic flow of feminine lust now moistening my tap pants.
After what seems like a enternity in blessed purgatory I fianally lose sight. I feel that my eyes are bulging, but I see nothing.
Then I feel nothing.
My heart pounds slowly once...twice...thrice...and no more.
That is an example of what I think about when I come up with the scripts for my films, and when I play the scenes themselves.
I would welcome playing this same type of scene with an all female cast.
Dalila....I told you we could easily agree on scenes we find mutually erotic.
That was THE HOTTEST, WETTEST, MOST like an IDEAL Sandi fantasy I've ever read!!!!!!!!!!
That's ME! Every sensation you described....LORD! It could have ended easily, and many times does for me, in the original location where the first bullet was delivered....YES to pushing your belly AGAINST that barrel....of COURSE we, the women, lean INTO the penetrator....and it exCITES us even before it ENTERS us......WOOOOWWWWEEEEE!
um....that means Sandi likes it.....lol. Maybe you know the old black and white Barbara Stanwyck movie called "The Strange Loves of Martha Ivers".....she's a real bitch and in the end, when her husband has the gun trained on her belly and she's right in front of him....SHE....repents......and SHE.....the camera pans down to the belly area, side view....her own hand slides over his and pushes the barrel into her belly....we see her finger move over his on the trigger....camera pans to the faces....BLAM! I do not have that clip because I just lost all my clips, but it's a classic...for me, anyway.
But then you ALSO added the ideal second part! Struggling the entire way even just to MOVE or put on that coat and to GET to that office.......gawd, that entire sequence was so well-written I was playing the scene....I knew just where you were going and I WAS you! You added another touch I also would have added...the secretary....YES! And though I'm not a head-shot person generally, it was the PERFECT way to finish her off after your beautiful description of her 'look' and 'mood' after the first ones. SPLAT....onto the keyboard she falls like a statue.
And then waiting.....oh....more foreplay.....knowing the BIG climaxes, the FINAL ones...are COMING.....
that was the hottest thing I've ever read, Dalila. Because that has EVERYTHING I enjoy and all in one role.
I'm going to go away and copy in just the death scene part of a commando story that 3 women wrote. My death scene part, that I wrote (and that one is NOT 'long', Smudger!!!! who is not really complaining at all, of course ).....but, Dalila, rather than tell you how I felt at each moment as I wrote it, I'll let the words of the scene hopefully convey the picture.
THANKS!!!!!
Sandi
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Dalila....I'm not trying to post something here that belongs at the Pulp Fiction forum, but I'd use as many words to describe this as I'm pasting in here.....this is another favorite mood of mine, as a commando......
we are in a warehouse, having climbed those 'see-through' metal stairs that warehouses have, green.....a 180 degree turn with a landing halfway up....a door at the top.....that opens into a long hallway......Only Karin and Sandi are left now, as their third companion had been killed on the stairway. We are in spandex, that's what Karin wanted....lol....very tight, you could see my navel outline totally, long sleeves, like a body-suit, almost. And this is what I wrote from there, and I stop after I'm finished.
This is another of my favorite moods, Dalila, to get ROCKED into submission and multiple orgasms, again by total SHOCK at first to the ex-athlete who only entered this line of work because nowhere else could she find the thrills of competition after she had retired, and this was the ULTIMATE competition that stirred her every time she had a gun in her hand!
We each have Mac-10s in our right hand, and a Baretta in our left.
The doorway opened into a hallway and Karin bolted across it. Sandi spun and took up a position across the hallway from Karin. Karin stared down the hall. It was about 50 feet which made her positive that at least this part of the Intel report was right. Sandi's eyes registered every detail of the picture. It was identical to the diagram with which they had been provided earlier. There were 3 offices along the hallway, one halfway down on Sandi's side, with the door open. Just before that office, against the wall, sat a rather expensive-looking credenza, semi-circular in shape. Its 5 foot back was straight and against the wall, and then from each back corner it curved outwards into a semicircle, so the sides and front were rounded. Above it, on the wall, was a four foot high, gold-gilded mirror. The sides of the hallway were walls, before the office, and solid. But for the length of the office, there was only glass separating it from the hallway. There were no offices on Karin's side, but a huge potted plant sat on Karin's side about 20 feet down the hall. The entire decor up here in this hallway was different, more subdued, less warehouse-like. Sandi guessed these were the executive offices, though they seemed out of place up there.
There were two doors at the opposite end of the hallway. The hallway ended at that end, with solid wall. The two offices faced each other across the hall.
Suddenly a redhead with tight curls, aged about twenty-five, jumped out of the office on Sandi's side, and an older, very trim brunette, probably forty or so and wearing a very short skirt popped out of the office on Karin's side. And both had their guns blazing.
Karin and Sandi returned fire, looking desperately for some cover for themselves. Sandi made for the credenza, which would get her 25 feet down that hall, as Karin jumped behind the huge potted plant.
Sandi stood with her legs spread slightly and fired with her MAC10 against her right hip. Bullet holes appeared along the wall behind the redhead. The redhead turned and squared off against Sandi but the tall blonde had already made it to the cover of the credenza. Slugs from the young guard's Beretta punched into the hard wood of the credenza. Sandi popped up enough to get a bead on the redhead and fired another burst from her MAC10 until it clicked empty.
(some more action as we take out a couple bitches coming out of those offices...then, picture the credenza on that left hand wall, and I am crouched behind the right side of the curving credenza, having to work my way around its curved front and other side to enter the open office door that will provide me safety and good firing position on those end offices)
Sandi looked at her partner briefly admiring the good work. She was definitely attracted to Karin and this was a particularly striking pose, especially in the body hugging spandex and leather. Sandi could feel it. They both knew it. The thrill of the climax.was at hand.
It had all been a long foreplay until now, including the minor players along the way they had had the pleasure of killing, but now there was only one left, and she was trapped down there in the corner, with no way out. It was a shame about Cat, but they all knew the price of failure in their occupation.
There was only one price for failure.
And the punishment was swift - and final!
Sandi rose from her crouch behind the credenza and moved around to the front of it, yelling across to Karin "Cover me!"
Karin immediately began to strafe the corner office door that protected the brunette.
Sandi advanced, MAC in her outstretched right hand, Beretta in left, as she also strafed that doorway from the wood that began half way up, to the slim remains of the glass in the upper half of the door. They still couldn't see the brunette, but some bullets had to hit her. Keeping her body facing the corner office, Sandi reached the edge of the open office door that would provide her protection.
And then time went into slow motion, frame-by-frame mode for Sandi. Her eyes registered the sight of an outstretched arm along the FLOOR leaning out of that corner office with a Beretta that was levelled upward at Sandi's midsection. Her brain knew even as she trained her own weapons downward, that this time it was too late.
And, yes, she even registered that the excitement she felt was just as intense though she was the one about to receive the bullets.
The first shot tore into her lower midriff, two inches directly below her navel. Her navel was perfectly-defined and outlined by the spandex, and now there was another indentation below it. Sandi froze in shock, mouth open slightly, eyes wider. Both gun hands were useless: there was no message being sent to them to fire. Her body jerked with the impact, but remained in place.
The second bullet ripped into the right side of her navel. This time Sandi screamed in agony and threw both hands to her stomach, weapons still in hand, as she was doubled forward. Even as she came upward, the third bullet buffeted her left lower belly, three red roses now visible in the spandex, with small pieces of it beginning to tear from the impacts. Her ass slammed back against the left side of the credenza, arms now flailing wide out, back arching away from the brunette, as her primal scream of surrender matched the intensity with which her body limbs all splayed and stretched to their very limits!
BLAM!
Another bullet tore into her chest, right between her breasts. Even as Sandi began to flop backwards, her head lolled to the left and she caught a brief glimpse of her yielding and arching body in the remnants of the mirror.
BLAM! BLAM! The final two impacts, one into each breast, sent Sandi's back crashing down on the credenza, on top of the thousands of shards of broken glass from the huge mirror that TORE into her back, head lolling back all the way and seeing Karin ever so briefly before she bounced, arms now directly over her head and ARCHED as her head slammed back on the credenza. Her body slowly slid forward as her legs collapsed. Her ass thumped straight down to the floor, with her back straight up against the credenza side. As her head began to slide over the edge and follow her body, her arms still above her head but beginning to raise into the air as her body sagged, a final bullet slammed into the middle of her navel....it only increased her arch at that point....because Sandi was finished. The unbeatable one....riddled into submission and total surrender. Gravity brought the arms along and they gracefully slid off the credenza, twisting her body slightly so that her legs were spread and facing the office door she had been entering. Her head lolled to the left, facing Karin.
Dalila....that's my example of as 'in the moment' as YOU WERE with that prior story. I'm still hot. Oh...and very wet.
Bye for now...I have some more free time and I'm putting on some lingerie and playing fantasy. There's nobody home....except Sunshine the German Shepherd, and he's aware of this act for a few years now.
thanks, Tokie, but that's definitely not the one. Operation Crossbow I know quite well. And Sophia is a good girl and has no weapon.
This women was dressed in fatigues or black or something, in a building, with a gun. But thanks! Sophia is so, so beautiful, and one who just carried it and still does!
Given some of the long winded flame wars that have been carried out here recently I am pretty sure that Blue and the fellows who post here have nothing against an extended interactive site between two women, even if it includes some logner stories.
Another type of fantasy I enjoy involves anything to do with Ancient Rome, Greece, Carthage, etc.
Oh my goodness Sandi. If I were rich I would have a custom made of the garage chase scene you described as your fantasy and would NOT change a single thing- SO SEXY. As far as I'm concerned you two girls just "have at it" as I am sitting here quite enjoying it!!!
TenderFlesh wrote:Oh my goodness Sandi. If I were rich I would have a custom made of the garage chase scene you described as your fantasy and would NOT change a single thing- SO SEXY. As far as I'm concerned you two girls just "have at it" as I am sitting here quite enjoying it!!!
You see Sandi? No one will mind your stories no matter where you post them.
You may already be aware of Olaf's raw, but beautiful site. All girls, no sex - but VERY arousing! They are usually topless and always in fights to the death that end with arrows and knives and swords and spears penetrating their lean, bare, wet flesh.
What is your main fetish?: My personal fetish is 'bellybutts', the idea of a woman who for her own pleasure, to sate her own lust and fetish, wants to be stabbed or shot in her belly, ideally during sex. She begs for it incessantly, encourages it to happen and then when the moment finally comes, enjoys it thoroughly and begs for more.
Why do you want to join this forum?: My interest in this community has less to do with my personal fetish than it does professionally from a community building standpoint.
Referral: I have no recollection. I've been around pretty much since it's inception.
Since the subject of the gun or knife as cock has been brought up here allow me to submit the self stab as the ultimate masturbation sequence.
I am a wicked hit woman (what else would I be??)
I am out of time. The cops are coing to get me at any moment.
I can surrender to them, go through an extended trial, and hope for life in prison as opposed to lethal injection, or I can go out in style and kill myself.
I decide that the latter is far more desirable than the former.
I think of my past crimes as I slowly shove a Nazi dagger into my lower belly.
It feels just like a lover.
I extend the dull agony as long as possible. I bring myself to climax over and over again.
Only after I can no longer take the orgasmic pain I draw the blade up and then out.
I have disemboweled myself, happily so, coming even more furiously than before.
I die with a look of intense pleasure upon my face.
That is exactly how the authorities will find me.
I know that Peter loves guttings and that Sandi does not so much, but on the whole I hope that this kind of fantasy is in keeping with the thread.
