Many people ask me what my fetishes and fantasies are. I thought to myself, why not share one of my fantasies with everyone?
We’ve had surprisingly warm weather here in the midwest (which makes me very happy!) It’s brought up a particular fantasy of mine, which I have tried on occassion, but I still love to think about in my fantasy life:)
The fantasy first arrived the first and only time I tried hot yoga. Working out so vigorously with the temperature turned up to 100 plus degrees, was invigorating–but I had to stop going because it was a little too invigorating if you catch my drift. I was sweaty, yes, but it also made me quite wet, watching the others working so hard sweating intensely. It was especially arousing to see the men in the class, the sweat building in their crotches, perfectly outlining their cocks. I went home, turned my own heating system way up, and rubbed my little clitty into a frenzy thinking about it.
In my fantasy, it is the middle of summer. My home is already a sweltering 98 degrees, but I push up the thermostat even higher. I turn to the man in my bed and tease him mercilessly by strippind down until he’s sweating bullets. I make him run back and forth, fetching one item at a time out of my closet for me to put on: stockings, bra, panties, garter belt, one shoe, then the other. His job is to keep any of my own sweat from contaminating my pretty things by licking it up hungrily, worshipping my body as he does so. Finally, I lay him down on the bed and instruct him in how to stroke. Only when he’s gotten so hot I think he may pass out do I slide on top of him. I think you know how the rest goes:)
And that’s just one of the many devious things that happen in my brain:) I can’t wait for you to call me so I can hear what your pervy little fantasies are!
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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