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A fantasy consists of images, images in my mind, evoked by a scent or event. I don't want to let my fantasy float forever in space, only in my mind. I want to share it, and ideally, I want to act it out. My fantasy is now taking shape as it's written down word by word, letter by letter, and I share it. On the one hand, it's scary, but on the other hand, it's wonderful because I can see if there are other people who share that dream/fantasy. My fantasy is taking photos or making a film while role-playing, while experiencing wonderful sex. One that starts with foreplay, massage, and delicious licking and sucking. That's what I want, that's what I dream of; now all that's left is to make it a reality.

I like to go karting on the kart track.

Old and cast aside, that's how I felt for months. I've thrown off this heavy backpack; I only want to fill it with beautiful memories.

I'm single again, and I never thought that would happen. I thought we were happy, but apparently, my husband wasn't. I have to find another man, the man who will be my sweetheart.