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"What would be your ultimate fantasy?"
Love you, too
I'll roll it back with this in case any one wants a stroll down memory lane.
https://umd.net/forums/ultimate-wam-fantasy
For me, not much has changed since then, except my user name.
https://umd.net/forums/ultimate-wam-fantasy
For me, not much has changed since then, except my user name.
He's more potato now than man. Twisted and evil.
Go into the pie pod and get hit with several pies.
Have a big WAM session with Jayce.
Pie fight with Kaydens.
Just to name a few.
Have a big WAM session with Jayce.
Pie fight with Kaydens.
Just to name a few.
To wrestle Amy from MessyGirl in the mud for a few hours, then have a pie fight with Penelope!! Also a pie fight with CreamMeAgain!! There are several others on here that I'd love to be with, wildone, muddyprincess, MudVixen, Justine, Ariel and Jayce, just to name a few!
just let me live out a scene straight oughta messygirl blowjobs with a lovely milf or mature, and Id be happy.
Well, to quote myself from Michaela's thread from nearly three years ago:
I'm happy to report my mundane fantasy has now been achieved (god, you do not properly appreciate hot showers until you've been without them for a year), so let's have a new (somewhat less mundane) one! I started thinking about this last weekend and I might script it out as a short comic and commission an artist to draw it.
A gunge tank stands in the middle of a chalk circle, surrounded by candles and runes. The summoner completes their incantation and a succubus appears on the inside of the tank. She becomes increasingly confused as the summoner informs her she will be asked three questions there are other kinds of demon much more often called for that sort of thing but when informed that correct answers to all three will earn her freedom from the tank and the circle, she jumps at the chance and takes her seat. She doesn't even really listen to what will happen for incorrect answers how could she possibly fail against a mere human? Well, she handily answers the first question about mathematics and the second about potion ingredients, but the third is about human pop culture and "uh... what?" isn't a valid answer, so the gunge tank does its thing and covers her in colourful goo. She attempts to seduce her way to freedom by using the gunge as lubricant to masturbate, but all she gets for her trouble is banished back to hell, still covered in the stuff, where her sisters are very interested to discover what the fuck just happened to her. Which, shortly afterwards, the next of them does, as she too is summoned...
Well, to quote myself from Candy's big survey thread at the beginning of the year:
And now I shall describe a fourth, one that doesn't require magic but would require some very unlikely combinations of personalities and more money than I'm likely to see in my lifetime:
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
I'm going to describe three. There's my fantastical fantasy, my theoretical fantasy, and my mundane fantasy.
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My theoretical fantasy, the one that might come true if I ever drag my brain out of its depression hole and learn to like people and allow myself to believe that someone expressing anything other than hatred towards me is lying for nefarious purposes, would be messy sex with someone with whom I share a mutual attraction.
My mundane fantasy, the one that I'm actively working towards, is to have enough spare time and money to get my boiler fixed so I can have hot showers again and WAM with custard once more (I've been "dry" for about half a year).
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My theoretical fantasy, the one that might come true if I ever drag my brain out of its depression hole and learn to like people and allow myself to believe that someone expressing anything other than hatred towards me is lying for nefarious purposes, would be messy sex with someone with whom I share a mutual attraction.
My mundane fantasy, the one that I'm actively working towards, is to have enough spare time and money to get my boiler fixed so I can have hot showers again and WAM with custard once more (I've been "dry" for about half a year).
And now I shall describe a fourth, one that doesn't require magic but would require some very unlikely combinations of personalities and more money than I'm likely to see in my lifetime:
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
I'm happy to report my mundane fantasy has now been achieved (god, you do not properly appreciate hot showers until you've been without them for a year), so let's have a new (somewhat less mundane) one! I started thinking about this last weekend and I might script it out as a short comic and commission an artist to draw it.
A gunge tank stands in the middle of a chalk circle, surrounded by candles and runes. The summoner completes their incantation and a succubus appears on the inside of the tank. She becomes increasingly confused as the summoner informs her she will be asked three questions there are other kinds of demon much more often called for that sort of thing but when informed that correct answers to all three will earn her freedom from the tank and the circle, she jumps at the chance and takes her seat. She doesn't even really listen to what will happen for incorrect answers how could she possibly fail against a mere human? Well, she handily answers the first question about mathematics and the second about potion ingredients, but the third is about human pop culture and "uh... what?" isn't a valid answer, so the gunge tank does its thing and covers her in colourful goo. She attempts to seduce her way to freedom by using the gunge as lubricant to masturbate, but all she gets for her trouble is banished back to hell, still covered in the stuff, where her sisters are very interested to discover what the fuck just happened to her. Which, shortly afterwards, the next of them does, as she too is summoned...
I'd like to go for a swim with a WAM model, she's wearing her t-shirt and shorts. Maybe never knew the hotel had a pool, never brought her bathing suit, but the staff are quite relaxed. She's just taking her time, sitting on the poolside, dangling her bare feet in the water, and everyone there is wondering if she's really going in.
Splash me
Still love Slimewave per my thread from a couple years ago.
My latest one is to be on constant threat of being wammed or messed up. Like, I just come down for breakfast all dressed and I get pied and destroyed right there with no warning. Or we're out walking in a park and we encounter a pond with mud and someone just shoves me in and I'm a muddy mess in my normal, unscripted clothes. Or I answer the doorbell and someone opens my pants and pours a bucket of chocolate into them. The spontaneity of it all and not knowing when I get dressed whether my clothes would live the day would just be sooooooo hot and fun!
My latest one is to be on constant threat of being wammed or messed up. Like, I just come down for breakfast all dressed and I get pied and destroyed right there with no warning. Or we're out walking in a park and we encounter a pond with mud and someone just shoves me in and I'm a muddy mess in my normal, unscripted clothes. Or I answer the doorbell and someone opens my pants and pours a bucket of chocolate into them. The spontaneity of it all and not knowing when I get dressed whether my clothes would live the day would just be sooooooo hot and fun!
I suppose since I started the thread, I should also have a say. I guess one idea might be to have a large padded pool, like 20 feet long, with inflated sides and floor. Add ten inches of various colored semi-transparent slime, top with golden syrup, then add about 20 naked girls in their early twenties. Mix thoroughly for five minutes. Naturally, nobody can stand up, as it's just way too slippery.
Y'all aren't thinking big enough, lol!! He DID say "ultimate fantasy "!
My ultimate fantasies, for starters, involve Mrs. Bee's Wild WAM Circus. Trapeze WAM, anyone?
I would love to produce, direct, and possibly star in a major production! Would love to be the ring mistress of a WAM Circus...
For many years, I've driven past an abandoned industrial warehouse on my way to work. I often sigh with longing at the lost/wasted potential of that concrete beauty. I kept telling the Shipper that we needed to buy it and transform it into Mrs. Bee's Wild, Wonderful WAM Warehouse. It would have been fitted out with conveyor belts, WAM hooks (not as menacing as they sound), vats of chocolate and other goo, chocolate waterfalls, game show wheels, mud pits, sound stages, champagne coolers, proper dressing rooms for the models along with
showers equipped with industrial sized water heaters...sadly, that old building has been gentrified recently. But still, fantasies abound...
I'm talking BIG. Like, sound stages. Dancers. Piano. Ok, orchestra. Live studio audiences along with what's his name, Bash, from GLOW. Heck, I'd have a bona fide wrestling ring, too! Which, of course, implies possible stunt doubles...
Wardrobe, lighting, props, music, choreography...if only I had the budget!
Bee
My ultimate fantasies, for starters, involve Mrs. Bee's Wild WAM Circus. Trapeze WAM, anyone?
I would love to produce, direct, and possibly star in a major production! Would love to be the ring mistress of a WAM Circus...
For many years, I've driven past an abandoned industrial warehouse on my way to work. I often sigh with longing at the lost/wasted potential of that concrete beauty. I kept telling the Shipper that we needed to buy it and transform it into Mrs. Bee's Wild, Wonderful WAM Warehouse. It would have been fitted out with conveyor belts, WAM hooks (not as menacing as they sound), vats of chocolate and other goo, chocolate waterfalls, game show wheels, mud pits, sound stages, champagne coolers, proper dressing rooms for the models along with
showers equipped with industrial sized water heaters...sadly, that old building has been gentrified recently. But still, fantasies abound... I'm talking BIG. Like, sound stages. Dancers. Piano. Ok, orchestra. Live studio audiences along with what's his name, Bash, from GLOW. Heck, I'd have a bona fide wrestling ring, too! Which, of course, implies possible stunt doubles...
Wardrobe, lighting, props, music, choreography...if only I had the budget!
Bee
mrsbee said: Y'all aren't thinking big enough, lol!! He DID say "ultimate fantasy "!
My ultimate fantasies, for starters, involve Mrs. Bee's Wild WAM Circus. Trapeze WAM, anyone?
I would love to produce, direct, and possibly star in a major production! Would love to be the ring mistress of a WAM Circus...
For many years, I've driven past an abandoned industrial warehouse on my way to work. I often sigh with longing at the lost/wasted potential of that concrete beauty. I kept telling the Shipper that we needed to buy it and transform it into Mrs. Bee's Wild, Wonderful WAM Warehouse. It would have been fitted out with conveyor belts, WAM hooks (not as menacing as they sound), vats of chocolate and other goo, chocolate waterfalls, game show wheels, mud pits, sound stages, champagne coolers, proper dressing rooms for the models along with showers equipped with industrial sized water heaters...sadly, that old building has been gentrified recently. But still, fantasies abound...
I'm talking BIG. Like, sound stages. Dancers. Piano. Ok, orchestra. Live studio audiences along with what's his name, Bash, from GLOW. Heck, I'd have a bona fide wrestling ring, too! Which, of course, implies possible stunt doubles...
Wardrobe, lighting, props, music, choreography...if only I had the budget!
Bee
My ultimate fantasies, for starters, involve Mrs. Bee's Wild WAM Circus. Trapeze WAM, anyone?
I would love to produce, direct, and possibly star in a major production! Would love to be the ring mistress of a WAM Circus...
For many years, I've driven past an abandoned industrial warehouse on my way to work. I often sigh with longing at the lost/wasted potential of that concrete beauty. I kept telling the Shipper that we needed to buy it and transform it into Mrs. Bee's Wild, Wonderful WAM Warehouse. It would have been fitted out with conveyor belts, WAM hooks (not as menacing as they sound), vats of chocolate and other goo, chocolate waterfalls, game show wheels, mud pits, sound stages, champagne coolers, proper dressing rooms for the models along with
showers equipped with industrial sized water heaters...sadly, that old building has been gentrified recently. But still, fantasies abound... I'm talking BIG. Like, sound stages. Dancers. Piano. Ok, orchestra. Live studio audiences along with what's his name, Bash, from GLOW. Heck, I'd have a bona fide wrestling ring, too! Which, of course, implies possible stunt doubles...
Wardrobe, lighting, props, music, choreography...if only I had the budget!
Bee Count me in as builder, model, camera man, maintenance, ticket taker investor whatever!
Always looking for friends... So dont be shy.
mrsbee said: Y'all aren't thinking big enough, lol!! He DID say "ultimate fantasy "!
My ultimate fantasies, for starters, involve Mrs. Bee's Wild WAM Circus. Trapeze WAM, anyone?
I would love to produce, direct, and possibly star in a major production! Would love to be the ring mistress of a WAM Circus...
For many years, I've driven past an abandoned industrial warehouse on my way to work. I often sigh with longing at the lost/wasted potential of that concrete beauty. I kept telling the Shipper that we needed to buy it and transform it into Mrs. Bee's Wild, Wonderful WAM Warehouse. It would have been fitted out with conveyor belts, WAM hooks (not as menacing as they sound), vats of chocolate and other goo, chocolate waterfalls, game show wheels, mud pits, sound stages, champagne coolers, proper dressing rooms for the models along with showers equipped with industrial sized water heaters...sadly, that old building has been gentrified recently. But still, fantasies abound...
I'm talking BIG. Like, sound stages. Dancers. Piano. Ok, orchestra. Live studio audiences along with what's his name, Bash, from GLOW. Heck, I'd have a bona fide wrestling ring, too! Which, of course, implies possible stunt doubles...
Wardrobe, lighting, props, music, choreography...if only I had the budget!
Bee
My ultimate fantasies, for starters, involve Mrs. Bee's Wild WAM Circus. Trapeze WAM, anyone?
I would love to produce, direct, and possibly star in a major production! Would love to be the ring mistress of a WAM Circus...
For many years, I've driven past an abandoned industrial warehouse on my way to work. I often sigh with longing at the lost/wasted potential of that concrete beauty. I kept telling the Shipper that we needed to buy it and transform it into Mrs. Bee's Wild, Wonderful WAM Warehouse. It would have been fitted out with conveyor belts, WAM hooks (not as menacing as they sound), vats of chocolate and other goo, chocolate waterfalls, game show wheels, mud pits, sound stages, champagne coolers, proper dressing rooms for the models along with
showers equipped with industrial sized water heaters...sadly, that old building has been gentrified recently. But still, fantasies abound... I'm talking BIG. Like, sound stages. Dancers. Piano. Ok, orchestra. Live studio audiences along with what's his name, Bash, from GLOW. Heck, I'd have a bona fide wrestling ring, too! Which, of course, implies possible stunt doubles...
Wardrobe, lighting, props, music, choreography...if only I had the budget!
Bee Now that is what I call imagination. Love the idea.
A gorgeous woman, dressed in a lowcut formal outfit complete with long gloves climbs out of the pool -- and gets hit with a thrown pie or two. Real pies not shaving cream.
A more complete scene: Two gorgeous women, dressed in identical lowcut formal outfits confront each other at a party. One shoves the other in the pool. She climbs out, goes to the inevitable dessert table, and slams a real pie into the face of the other woman. They then go at it. Not sure how it ends. I doubt I'd last that long.
And easiest to achieve or find: A gorgeous woman ect. gets hit with a flying pie out of nowhere.
A more complete scene: Two gorgeous women, dressed in identical lowcut formal outfits confront each other at a party. One shoves the other in the pool. She climbs out, goes to the inevitable dessert table, and slams a real pie into the face of the other woman. They then go at it. Not sure how it ends. I doubt I'd last that long.
And easiest to achieve or find: A gorgeous woman ect. gets hit with a flying pie out of nowhere.
I want to be tied to a chair, arms behind my back, teased and absolutely destroyed by a woman (women) in a "sexy santa" outfit! Wouldn't love some face sitting mixed in there somewhere.
I'd like to be stripped naked, tied to a chair and triple teamed with 200 pies by Mrs Bee, Piegirlkay and Messygirl
Definitely something involving kittenish
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