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This is a question Acting out your fantasies

A friend one told me: "Don't believe a word what people say about threesomes. They're too much like hard work." Have you ever tried acting out your fantasies (sexy or otherwise)? How did it go?

Thanks to D.R and Quinch for the suggestion

(, Thu 13 Feb 2014, 14:21)
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I'll be Ted if you want me to
Living in the dorms in college days, I had a roommate named Ted. Ted got an off-campus apartment, and moved out.

One day, about two weeks later, I took out a hunting knife, fiddled with it, and left it in the middle of Ted's empty bed. I went out in the evening and upon returning fell immediately into a deep sleep. Unaccountably, I had failed to lock the door to my room.

About twenty minutes later, the door opened. Fluorescent light from the hallway spilled in. Confused, I said, "Is that you, Ted?" The entering stranger said, "What?" Squinting, I could see he had curly hair much like one of Ted's friends. So, I said, "Ted's not here anymore. He moved out."

The stranger replied:

"I'll be Ted if you want me to."

I sat up and struggled to awaken. The stranger closed the door and sat beside me. I could smell alcohol. He grabbed the covers on my lap and swooped them down to my ankles. I reached down and pulled the covers back. Again, the stranger grabbed the covers and swooped them down, and again I reached down and pulled them back. I asked him, "OK, what do you want?" He said, "What if I told you I was a flaming faggot looking to get fucked?" I said, "Then I'd say you are in the wrong place."

What to do? I was worried about the hunting knife left out on Ted's bed. Did the stranger see the knife? In the darkness, apparently not. Could I get to the knife first? Very risky. I would have to jump over the stranger from a sitting position. There was no reason he couldn't get to the knife first. Violence wasn't the answer. The fellow was clearly living out a fantasy of some sort. I had to pop his fantasy bubble, and fast. But how?

So, I began talking to the fellow in a dull monotone about all manner of tedious things. Mostly about computer programming. After a while, I noticed the stranger's shoulders slump in fatigue, his stubbly jaw slacken, the tension slowly disappear. Suddenly, he stood up and left.

Too bad. I was just getting to formatting.
(, Fri 14 Feb 2014, 18:34, 2 replies)
This is a work of genius
Send it to HBO and see if they'll let you work on a pilot
(, Sat 15 Feb 2014, 5:40, closed)
All queers are rapists - fact
Oh no, he wanted you to top him. Christ man, any holes a goal!
(, Sat 15 Feb 2014, 9:46, closed)

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