Aussielicious

I’ve posted in the past about when I think I developed my “type” that I’m attracted to. All the evidence points towards my very early teens or it could even be anywhere in my childhood. Growing up spending summers on the beach, swimmers and surfers were always around and have left a lasting impression.

My family are very much of the “get a hair cut and get a real job” kind of family yet this guy pictured totally pops my cookies. I’ve always been the rebel of my family, even if it is a very minor rebellious streak. I grew my hair to nearly this length at about 21 and looked fucking ridiculous for doing it but I loved it at the time. I didn’t have his body, nor his hair.

Maybe this shot takes me, in my fantasy land, to a tropical island like Blue Lagoon and I’m sliding down waterfalls and swimming naked in crystal clear water with this guy, my own version of Christopher Atkin and I’m a very different version of Brooke Shields, although about the same height. Can’t you just imagine kissing the salt water off his chest after fooling around in the water, then after making love in the dappled shade under a palm tree, falling asleep with your fingers curled gently in his hair? No? Well, I can.

Since we’ve switched back to our old gym routine I’m actually enjoying the workouts and have been good about going 4 mornings per week.

I wonder, is it reasonable and ok to use a fantasy to get you out of bed and to the gym? Years ago in my early/mid teens, I did the swim leg of a triathlon as part of a team. I was a very skinny little thing but a strong swimmer. The water was cold so, as soon as I was out of the water and handed over to my team mate, I headed to the showers.

The sight that greeted me (once I’d stopped shivering enough to focus) was to become a lasting fantasy. There were 4 or 5 communal showers at the end of the room and long open benches and the room was full of men happily stripping off and showering together and chatting while they were completely naked. These were triathletes, so there were a lot of good bodies around. Ever since, I’ve loved the idea of sex in a changeroom.

So, with that in mind, I will haul my butt out of bed in the morning and get myself to my workout. I rarely see sights that equal the fantasy, but that’s what fantasies are all about.

Jeff Slater has just done a fine job of proving once again why I have a severe twin fetish. I don’t know where this fantasy of mine came from but it is here. Nearly 18 months ago when a long distance dalliance was falling apart around my ears, the American asked me if I would be comfortable never living out some of the fantasies I have if I end up in a monogamous relationship (definitely my aim). I said of course. Fantasies are great, and it’s fantastic if you get the chance to live them out, but a lot of the time they don’t end up as hot as they are in your imagination. So if I never get to sleep with twins, that’ll be fine. In the scenario in my head, they are brilliant anyway!