My Top Ten Sexual Fantasies

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1.       Having sex in a public place.

2.       To have an orgy (more than 4 people)

3.       To have a threesome with two women

4.       To have a threesome with two men

5.       To have a one night stand with a stranger

6.       To watch another couple have sex.

7.       To have someone watch me have sex

8.       To have a stranger watch me masturbate

9.       To be spanked while giving a man a blow job

10.   To be dominated by a woman.

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