Felicity's Fantasies

Heya!

Thought I'd share with you all a little about my fantasy life...  the sexual side of me.

I am very much a sexually submissive girl (duh!) who goes weak in the knees when I'm being sexually dominated.  I've always been a touch shy in real-life, at least as far back as when I started 'developing'

My boobs came in a little sooner than my friends  did  and of course caught attention quickly.  To add to the matter, they seemed to keep coming in...  an of course being that age I was a bit more self-conscious than I was thrilled with things.  The boys looked, some of the teachers looked, it kinda felt like my breasts were constantly being analyzed.

It didn't help that they also got way more sensitive when they filled out.  I can remember a time when I wasn't always aware of every little skim and rasp on my nipples, or the full, achey weight of my boobs bouncing when I walked.  Not anymore.  Now it's like every little move seems to make them feel SOMEthing.. and being aware that everyone was aware of them only made it harder to ignore all these new, distracting sensations.

At first I did the typical, wearing baggier clothes to hide them a little, but they kept filling in, and they were drawing a lot of attention anyways.  You know that weird tickle you can get when you feel like you're being watched?  Imagine that tickle buzzing around your nipples and you get the idea.  They were almost always hard, to the point a few of my gf's took to calling me "highbeams", their favourite way of making me blush.

Of course the "accidental" brushing of fingers, arms, elbows only added to my situation.  It shouldn't have felt so...  thrilling... but it gave me that sweet, warm buzz even when I was blushing because... well, I shouldn't being getting hot and wet so easy.  It's both annoying and humiliating at the same time...  Which of course makes me more focused on that tingle/tickle/heat...  aaaaaand you get the idea.

I became a girly-girl during highschool, got in touch with my inner Hello-Kitty and all that, and kinda, sorta (not really) came to terms with my distracting physical assets.  I was becoming a bit... addicted to the attention.  Not in a snotty, bratty way, but more in that "I won't admit this under torture and it's embarrasing" way.  My closests friends I think figured me out, tho.  That picture going around the net I've seen.. Epic Boobs make girls into lebians or something... well, at least true with some of them.  Or at least mean mean mean torture bitches....LOL

If you gave any or them the slightest bit to drink...  they seemed to think it was really funny to spend the rest of the night (usually a party) grabbing my boobs or trying to show them off by yanking my top up or down, and tickling me every chance they got (I am VERY ticklish of course... grrrrr ), leaving me hot, bothered and thoroughly embarrassed.

(This was for a Birthday Party.  Of course they MADE me wear the shirt and you can guess what my night was like...*blush* )


---More to come.  Let me know what you'd like to know about me and I'll see about including it in my next bit...

-Fliss

Co-Ed Wrestling!

Just thought I'd share a little tidbit of a fantasy of mine as a co-ed erotic wrestler... 


I am a newbie wrestler in a small company that, unknown to me, specializes in erotic domination matches featuring men and women...  Thinking I'm just going to be doing a small exhibition bout as a bit of cheesecake for the fans, I'm told to get ready for my bout with a "mystery opponent"...

When I get back to the locker room to change, I notice that the outfit laid out for me is less than functional, a simple cut-off tank-top in powder pink and a pair of low-rider butt-hugger bottoms in powder blue with matching boots and fingerless gloves. 

I strip down to change, and although I know I'm alone in the locker room, I can't help but feel the prickly feeling of eyes on me as I pull off my street clothes.  Naked, I begin to squeeze myself into the outfit they gave me, and am shocked to find that the cut-off tank-top is a lot... smaller than I had anticipated.  Even with my arms down a full quarter of the bottom of my GG breasts wobble out from underneath it.  The bottoms aren't much better, tiny but stretchy.  It takes a good amount of tugging to finally pull them high enough on my hips so they cover everything.  They cling tightly, nestling in between my round pert cheeks, and more embarrassing, clearly divide my soft lower lips in a way that makes me feel even more naked than were I wearing nothing at all.  Even the seam seems to gently but insistently rub against my clitoris, since tights like this means I can't wear any panties at all.  My face flushes catching myself in the mirror. however I want the opportunity they're giving me to showcase myself, so I steel myself and lace up my boots.  When finished I seem less a wrestler and more a bimbo girly in soft pastel colors clinging to her curves.

I'm told to wait by the curtains while they get rready for my match.  When my music hits, I lift my head and begin to strut through the curtains and down to the ring.  My "theme song" is a light girly-pop tune that makes me feel like a teenager walking out to it.  Without a bra to hold them, I can feel my heavy full breasts bobble and sway under the tight tank-top, and my face flushes as I hear the cat-calls, wolf-whistles and shouts that would make even a hooker blush.  I try to ignore them, concentrating instead on making sure my heart doesn't beat right out of my chest.  Stepping into the ring even gives me pause, since bending through the ropes threatens to make my breasts tumble out from under the skimpy top that is barely holding them in as it is.  Red-faced I gather my arm around them to hold them in as I bend, seeing and hearing flashbulbs go off as the fans all try to get a few juicy shots of me bent over at the waist.  At last I'm in the ring, waving to the crowd, blowing kisses and trying not to show just how embarrassed I actually am.

Then another song hits...  an aggressive hard rock tune you'd expect to hear at a bike show or cage-fighting event...  and then I see ....  HIM....

My opponent is a man!...  And not just any man, but a giant hulking mass of muscles that bulge and ripple with every move he makes...  He strides to the ring, gesturing to the crowd as I just stand there like a deer caught in headlights.  He wears only a simple pair of shiny black tights and matching pads and boots, his massive body glictening with oil and pulsating with power and animalistic ferocity.  His eyes are locked on mine ina hungry way that makes my heart thud even harder in my ears.  He leaps up to the ring in one jump and then bounds over the ropes, all without ever taking his eyes off me, roaming over my body like a lion looks over a fresh kill.  It's all I can do to keep my legs from shaking.  I had expected maybe a sexy girl match or something fun, not this...  this powerhouse.

Then the speakers sound off with the promoters voice

"Ok fans, up next is what we here at EDW call a Climax Match!...  No time limit, no discqualifications and no count outs...  anything goes here tonight, folks, but this match can only be won by forcing your opponent to climax...  and for you neanderthals out there that mean cum...  until he....  or she *laughter* gives up.  I'm hoping for a spirited match here tonight, between our own Powerhouse, and newcomer PowerPuff!"

The audience laughs at my name...  NOT the one I told him to use, but at that moment all I could think of was the massive 6'2" man glowering at me from the other corner.  A Climax Match???  What in the world....?  Adrenaline rushes through me, and I feel an odd heat well up in my lower belly and a deep tingle settle into my stiffening nipples.  Even my breasts seem to begin to ache slightly, that subtle yet potent throb that I find hard to ignore...

Without warning the bell sounds and the absolute brick of a man before me charges...


What should happen next?  Should I be able to hold my own for a bit, using my smaller size and speed to keep this monster away from me?  SHould I be caught so off-guard that he is able to catch me and begin his assault?

Let me know how you'd want to see me dominated, humiliated and beaten down ...  I'm your busty bimbo plaything...  ;)

Meet Bimbo Star!

Meet Bimbo Star!

Name: Felicity Sweet

Occupation: College Student, Adventurer

Powers: Super strength: can press up to 1 ton
              Flight: up to 100 mph
              Energy beams: Approximately equal to 1000 volts in power, fired from eyes or hands

Weaknesses:  Breasts:  Bimbo Stars powers are held in her breasts, which swell up to 2 cup sizes when her powers are activated.  Because of this, Bimbo Star's breasts are extremely sensitive (50 times more than the average woman's)and are very vulnerable to everything from simple groping to full-blown attacks.  Bimbo Stars nipples are even more sensitive, and due to a change in her DNA when acquiring her powers are capable of orgasms, where a form of "milk" ejaculates from them.

Extreme Arousal:  Another side effect of Bimbo Stars powers is the extremely heightened nature of her erogenous systems.  Much like her breasts, Bimbo Stars other erogenous zones are incredibly sensitized and respond very quickly to the slightest attention, but are able to withstand extremely brutal treatment. When thoroughly aroused, Bimbo Star weakens to the point of immobility.

Inexperience:  Bimbo Star relatively new to adventuring and has absolutely no training or indeed much skill.

Likes:  
Descriptive, paragraph style role-plays
Rough combat
One-sided fights (where I lose badly)
Erotic torture
Sensuality mixed with brutality
Humiliation
Spanking
Focused breast torment
Forced Sex

Dislikes:

Bathroom stuff (ick)
Animals (real kinds, demons etc ok)
God-moding
Hypnosis