Women you've fantasised about since childhood

[morganistic]

I was thinking the other day of the top 4 women in my all-time list, and how all have been mainstays of my masturbatory career - Raquel Welch, Maria Whittaker, Vicki Michelle and Deborah Shelton. I've been imagining having sex with all of them since my teens. They've all been there by my side, metaphorically, sadly not literally, for the past 27 years. Others come and go but these four are for keeps. Do you have a hardcore of fantasies, women who you know you'll still be knocking one out over on your deathbed?

[bigalbert2904]

interesting topic.
gaynor bell
solange hop
jamie summers
maria lind

[floridasean]

[seldomseen]

Gillian Duxbury and Tracy Dixon


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[jawbone]

The delightful Julie Ege & incomparable Maddy Smith

[tygrkhat40]

The lovely June Palmer.

[DTravel]

All I can say is if you guys were really fantasizing about these women when you were pre-teen children, you were very pervy little rug rats!

[dutchman063]

In 5th grade i wanted to venture up my teachers miniskirts...she was 26 smokin hot and miniskirts were the natural attire back in the mid 70's.. my first mastubatory chick was the neighbor chick Nan was her name, she was 3 years younger than me and always on middleschool/highschool cheerleading team sorry no pics

[goodl]

Helen mirren, holy fuck she's sexy

[USBPepsi]

Adrienne Barbeau



When Maude first aired in 1972, I was only five years old. By the time it went off the air, however, I was eleven. At some time between the beginning and the end, I had suddenly noticed that the women on TV had actual breasts.

I know, it sounds like I was a real dummy. The thing is, though, I had started looking at an older brother's porn mags when I was, like, seven. I liked what I saw, even if I was too young to do anything about it. All I knew was that the women in the magazines were hot in a way that the girls around me weren't. (of course they were; the girls around me were freaking seven-year-olds! ) But in my young mind there was a dichotomy between what I saw in the magazines and what I was seeing in the real world. The women in the magazines had big breasts, and were always lying around apartments completely naked. In the real world, I never saw women naked! All I could figure, with my young naive mind, was that the magazine women were some separate type of breed.

And then came Maude. (hey, that's kind of catchy!) Bea Arthur didn't do anything for me, but her daughter... Wow. She didn't take off her shirt and show her breasts on TV, but they were sure as hell there! In fact, at that time I don't think there was anyone on the air whose breasts were more "in your face" than Adrienne Barbeau.

That was that, then. I had Barbeau on the brain. I was fascinated by her, and when I hit puberty I learned how to, um, handle my feelings.

Then when I was about fifteen, I saw one single photo, in a magazine that I can't even remember the title of. In that photo Ms. Barbeau was topless, and her breasts were more awesome than I could ever have imagined. Sadly, I couldn't actually get hold of the magazine for myself, (I saw a quick peek of it in a convenience store) but just the memory of the pic got me through a lot of nights (and several boxes of Kleenex).

When I was old enough to get hold of nude Adrienne Barbeau pics, of course I scooped up every one I could find.

I finally met Adrienne Barbeau four years ago. It was the usual deal, convention, signing autographs, posing with fans. I bought a picture and had her sign it. I had my picture taken with her. I even arranged to interview her, before the magazine I was writing for suddenly went under.

By the time I met Adrienne Barbeau I was 39. She was 61. She was still one of the hottest women I've ever met.

My name is Polartrade, and I am a Barbeau-aholic.