The women I fantasized about

First there was Karen. I introduced her in one of the earlier posts as my friend, David's wife. She was dark, a little on the plump side, full breasts but slender hips. She was always drawn to some social movement or the other and was utterly un-self-conscious about her way of presenting herself. That added much to her earthy appeal. I would not call that as her sex appeal. Of course, there were women who made snide remarks about her tendency to flaunt her cleavage. But I wasn't one of the fortunate few. She and I struck instant rapport because of the identity of our ideological positions. We were both so fond of each other that her husband, David, encouraged her to get close to me. I was too straight and proper to get into an affair with my friend's wife. But I did fantasize about her after she left him. I openly admired her spirit and determination to pursue causes which were dear to her heart. But it remained at that level.

Years later I met Maria who was tall, fair, young and well endowed. The most I liked about her were her exquisite lips, tender, red and dancing. I have never seen a more beautiful pair of lips. I would simply gaze at them when she talked, hardly listening to her words. But when I did, I found she was quite intelligent and knew the ways of the world. She came from a very aristocratic family and had studied design. She too shared an affectionate bond with me though much younger to me. I liked her quite a lot and she would sometimes demand a hug from me. That was a very pleasant experience for me initially, but later I found it turned me on. I wasn't comfortable with the arousal. The other problem was that she suffered from a rejection anxiety and would go into long periods of self imposed isolation. She would remain out of contact and would not think of informing me. I got a little scared of her temperamental ways and opted out of her way. I did fantasize about her and me being together. But it didn't last too long.

The most recent one was Vida, a divorcee woman in her late forties. She had grace and dignity and she had borne the pain of being thrown out of favour by a younger and more modern woman who took away her husband. Vida was a typical housewife who had taken up a job and done well in it by sheer dint of her determination. She was trying hard to overcome her limitations for the sake of her daughter. She initially turned antagonistic towards me thinking me to be another domineering male. When she realised I wasn't that way, she fell for me completely. She asked to join me on a long walk in the woods. I enjoyed talking to her. She was dark, tall and heavy below the waist. Her hips rolled majestically when she walked, despite the great care she took to cover her ample proportions with loose fitting garments. I got attracted to her majestic symmetry and fantasized about how the inside of her loins must look. That was a big turn on for me. Then she moved back to her home town and we lost contact, except through the social networking sites.

All the three women I fantasized were tall and well proportioned. They all were warm and affectionate towards me. I didn't flirt with them for different reasons in each case and had to be content with my fantasies.