I wrote an ?advert? to fulfil a fantasy on a piece of paper and placed it in the male changing rooms of the shop where I worked on Saturdays it read:
?I do not know who will find this but you can fulfil a fantasy of mine. I am a fit, sexy 25 year old and at 8.30pm on the 12th Mar I will be at a picnic area off the A4233 just past Fisherby village, Suffolk. It will be obvious who I am; all I require is someone to complete my fantasy. Turn up and fuck me, no money to change hands.?
On the day in question I pampered myself and got mentally prepared. I drove past the site in the afternoon, stopping to take in what I was about to undertake.
At 8.30pm I got ready which did not take long, and drove the 20 minute journey. Passing the entrance of the picnic site I parked in a small lay-by, I did this as I wanted to appear from nowhere, so if someone had turned up, I would just appear out of the night suddlenly. It made me feel in control of the situation somehow. I started to walk the 50 yards or so towards the entrance to the picnic site, before returning to my car, I had not changed my mind, but for some reason decided to place my keys ontop of one of the wheels. I then started off again towards the site. There was a small wooded track leading from the road and the air was still.
I entered the site and walked to the far end of the secluded carpark. A short way between the carpark and a lightly wooded area was a picnic table. I headed straight for it passing one lone car parked. I presumed someone had come to make my fantasy a reality. I had always wanted to be fucked by a stranger and now that was going to come true, a shiver ran through my body. As I approached the picnic bench, my heart started to beat faster at the thought of what I was about to do. At the same time I was excited and turned on. I heard the sound of a car door closing as I reached the table. I now swallowed hard almost in awe that someone was actually here in reply to my note. I did not want to look behind as I did not want to see who was here the excitement as far as I was concerned was for the whole event to be about me. I stood for a moment looking out towards the sea, visable a short way off in the distance through the trees, it was a mild evening and the sun was low in the sky.
?I do not know who will find this but you can fulfil a fantasy of mine. I am a fit, sexy 25 year old and at 8.30pm on the 12th Mar I will be at a picnic area off the A4233 just past Fisherby village, Suffolk. It will be obvious who I am; all I require is someone to complete my fantasy. Turn up and fuck me, no money to change hands.?
On the day in question I pampered myself and got mentally prepared. I drove past the site in the afternoon, stopping to take in what I was about to undertake.
At 8.30pm I got ready which did not take long, and drove the 20 minute journey. Passing the entrance of the picnic site I parked in a small lay-by, I did this as I wanted to appear from nowhere, so if someone had turned up, I would just appear out of the night suddlenly. It made me feel in control of the situation somehow. I started to walk the 50 yards or so towards the entrance to the picnic site, before returning to my car, I had not changed my mind, but for some reason decided to place my keys ontop of one of the wheels. I then started off again towards the site. There was a small wooded track leading from the road and the air was still.
I entered the site and walked to the far end of the secluded carpark. A short way between the carpark and a lightly wooded area was a picnic table. I headed straight for it passing one lone car parked. I presumed someone had come to make my fantasy a reality. I had always wanted to be fucked by a stranger and now that was going to come true, a shiver ran through my body. As I approached the picnic bench, my heart started to beat faster at the thought of what I was about to do. At the same time I was excited and turned on. I heard the sound of a car door closing as I reached the table. I now swallowed hard almost in awe that someone was actually here in reply to my note. I did not want to look behind as I did not want to see who was here the excitement as far as I was concerned was for the whole event to be about me. I stood for a moment looking out towards the sea, visable a short way off in the distance through the trees, it was a mild evening and the sun was low in the sky.