The Ultimate Nerd Fantasy
Picture this. I am standing before you. My long, smooth legs spread in front of you. I am wearing nothing but my glasses and a brief gold string bikini with heels. Being the nerd you are, it takes but mere seconds for you to grasp that is my interpretation of the Princess Leia and the Gold Bikini Fantasy. Yes, apparently Princess Leia and her gold bikini rank quite highly on the global geek spank bank charts. What am I talking about? The Ultimate Nerd Fantasy.Everyone has one. But maybe yours is the sexy schoolteacher you longed, as a boy, to teach a lesson. The teacher you envisioned bent over the desk, skirt hiked up around her waist and bare in front of you. Whatever it is, we all have that Ultimate Fantasy. But perhaps maybe yours isn’t as innocent as that. Perhaps yours is more along the lines of a Kate Beckinsdale in latex, bound and gagged in front of you., completely at your mercy, fit with whips, chains and paddles. What gets people off, is what has always intrigued me. Fantasies, and their construction, design and execution, all with one end in mind – pleasure, has always captivated me. The power of the imagination is always far more infinite than the power to capture simulated pleasure on film and release it for public consumption. The power of the imagination, and pleasure wrought in words., is far more immense than the pleasure brought by visible manifestations of pretended sexual acts.
The long and short of it? Erotic literature is far more intense than porn. Far more personal, intimate and accessible. Or maybe it’s just me. But I’d choose erotic story over a slap-bang flick any day. Unless they discovered a way to film my ultimate fantasy in a way that wasn’t entirely cheesy and lame.
And until then, I’ll continue to have my little ultimate fantasies in my head. The cute little geeky boy, irresistible with blonde shaggy hair, blue eyes behind black-rimmed glasses with his arms and neck covered in tattoos. The one who comes to install programs on my MacBook and give me a few lessons on how best to use it. The one who lands up on top of my desk, instead of behind it. The cute little geeky boy that teaches me about an entirely new world of pleasure, vitality, persistence and supple fingers. A simple fantasy, but a powerful one. The best fantasies, like the gold bikini, are the simplest ones. And the simplest, and the best, are the fantasies worth sharing.
And are also deserving of reward and prizes. So go on. Share your Ultimate Nerd Fantasy with me. Because I’m dying to know. What’s your Ultimate Nerd Fantasy?
Best fantasy shared gets a super-sexy super-surprise prize. Go on. You know you wanna.
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Start entering people!!!
Waking up to a blowjob while you’re checking your Gmail and Facebook on your phone… straddled to completion while writing code at home…
this is so gonna go south, prepare to have nerdmag listed as porn on search engines.
The new girl, young and sweet and so gorgeous gives me a call just as I’m leaving for the evening. I go to her to sort out her PC but it’s not her PC – it’s her boss’s PC. In her boss’s office. She shuts and locks the door behind me. This beautiful woman that I have not managed to get the courage to even talk to yet locks the door behind us. And she’s so good. A convent girl from a strict home. Doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t even swear!
“What’s wrong with the PC, Thandi?” I ask.
“Nothing”, she says with a smile on her face. “I read the email you sent to your friend Grant.”
“The email to Grant?” I think. And then I remember! Oh shit! The one where I told him (none too politely) how gorgeous Thandi was. In intricate detail. And what I’d like to do to her. How deeply embarrassing.
Except that she’s standing there smiling at me …
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I’ve always been weird in that porn has never done anything for me besides make me laugh (for the rididculously bad ones) or give me ideas of what to try.
My own nerd fantasy? Always always the librarian. White blouse, black skirt, stockings, and low black heels. Wire-rimmed glasses hanging low on her nose. Bending over the front desk or backed up against the book stacks, not quite out of sight.
So here’s a though. Men are stimulated visually. Women are stimulated mentally and emotionally. This of course is a generalisation of noteworthy proportion, so I don’t mean to imply that men can’t get turned on through words with their conveyed emotions and woman don’t get turned on by images… I’m merely saying that our wiring is different.
We all have fantasies.
The beauty of the fantasy is that it is a fantasy and no one can take it away from you. Paint it or write it, use whatever skill you have at your disposal. If it is making it real by pursuing it… I hope it is all it can be.
One of my favourite quotes: “The problem with your dream girl is that she becomes real.” I don’t want to ruin my fantasy by putting it down on words, I want it to evolve in my head as my perception of the world changes. I don’t want it real. It is labeled as “Fantasy” for a reason.
Ed’s comment: As much as we love feedback to our articles, we don’t wanna be known as a pornomag either, so please email all your fantasies through to ExMi personally on expensivemistakescheapthrills at gmail dot com.
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