I love to play games.... especially ones involving fantasies and role-playing....

It is not possible for me to make love dryily to someone.... The ritual has to be resplendent with colourful imagery and emotions.

I often coax my hubby to play some games with me before we engage into hot excitement. I give two of these below. I shall be grateful if you apply your imagination and expand these fantasies. I shall love if you place yourself and me in the lead roles. And please do keep visiting these pages for more of such fantasies.

I am his secretary in the office. He is trying to seduce me. One day I am in the mood to let him have his way. It is late in the evening and everyone has gone home. He has asked me to wait for some overtime. He has an Internet connection in his cabin. When I enter his cabin for taking dictation, he is busy watching a porn site. I am interested. He offers to show me more if I sit in his lap. I do that, as I have also been wanting him for some time. His face is ensconsed in my silky hair smelling deeply my fragrances. His hand moves to encircle my breasts and he begins to caress me.

I want to reduce a little weight and he is a doctor. When I go to consult him, he wants to see my figure to judge where I need to reduce flab. He wants me to undress. I am agreeable, as he is handsome. I am wearing a sleeveless blouse and saree. It is a hot afternoon in Delhi, there are no more patients, his assistant has gone for lunch and the traffic on the road is negligible. We are in his well-protected air-conditioned cabin. I undress slowly doing sort of striptie for him, down to my brassiere and panties. He looks at my figure and says that I do not need to reduce any weight and that I am perfect. He then wants to check up my general health and asks me to lie down on the bed. His hands do a thorough examination of my tummy, breasts and thighs. At this point he can no longer resist meri nashili mahak and gives in. I welcome him in my arms.

I am young wife of an old man who is very rich. I was his secretary before. He was a widower. He proposed to me and I married him. Of course for his wealth. He has very prestigious position in the society.

I knew he would not be able to fulfil my desires. He knows that too. He therefore does not mind if I get satisfied form some sourse as long as his position in the society remains intact. So that is the care I have to take.

You are the caretaker of our stud farm in Gurgaon. You have a great physique.

I have noticed you.

Every weekend we come to the farm. There is a huge swimming pool there. I swim when my husband sits by the pool sipping his beer. You do the bartending for him. At such times you keep watching me in my sexy bikinies.

This Saturday Hubby had to go out of town and I am alone.

I decide to go to the farm. You notice me coming alone and your eyes grow bright with lust.

I ask you to prepare a few drinks and head for the pool wearing a black costume. I notice you watch me intently.

I come out of the pool and relax on the chair. You bring me a glass of beer. I have a sip and ask you to sit and have a drink too. You are honoured.

I ask you about your family and background. You tell me that you are well educated but are doing this job as you couldnt find another. You also tell me that you were a wrestler in your college days. I ask you if you know masage. You nod.

I request you if you would massage me. You agree readily.

I lie down on my belly and ask you to give me an oil massage.

Yours now....

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