Just for fun, I thought I would write a bit about what I call my wild fantasies.  These are fantasies that exist in my mind but don't (or can't) be done in role-play.  Often these are linked directly (or indirectly) to film scenes, so if you recognise the film...

I am wearing a tight silk blouse, pencil skirt and high heels.  I am a secretary to a criminal mastermind, but I have made a silly mistake and put some of his plans into the hands of the police.  I go to his palatial pad (complete with inside swimming pool!) to apologise to him.  I'm a bit thick. so I giggle coquetishly all the way through my speech.  I also waggle my hips a lot as I giggle.  My boss is feeling kind today though, and says that I'm a silly girl and that I mustn't do it again.  I thank him for being so understanding, and he asks one of his assistants to escort me back to my car.  As we go to leave we walk past the swimming pool, and the assistant suddenly pushes me in.  I am confused and tread water as I look up at my boss sitting in his enormous chair.  He tells me that in fact... he is certain I won't do it again and presses a button on the arm of his chair. 

I look a round me frantically sensing danger and then I see a sharks fin break the surface and swim around me.  I scream for someone to rescue me, but they just stand and smile.  Suddenly the fin turns and heads straight for me and I am lifted up in the water.  I scream out in pain and terror, my breasts straining at the blouse as my back arches... then my terrified face is dragged underwater to be quicly followed by my hands clawed in desperation.  The boss looks down and smiles with satisfaction at the bubbles of my last breath breaking the surface... and then all becomes still.

Second one...

I am a (military woman ;-) who is interrogating prisoners in an experimental rocket plant.  I am wearing a white shirt with a black tie, a knee length leather skirt, riding boots and have a long black leather coat draped over my shoulders.  Before I begin my interrogation, I remove my coat and slowly put on a pair of short leather gloves.  Just then a siren sounds and the sound of running feet are heard outside the room, but I turn to the prisoner and tell him that nothing can save him, and that our defences can easily withstand anything his friends can throw at them.  I take great delight at the disappointment on his face, but my laugh is cut short as an explosion rocks the building.  Dust falls from the ceiling and the lamp shade swings violently.  I order the guard to go and find out what is happening and turn back to the prisoner.  Then the sound of a bomb whistling comes from overhead and I look up at the ceiling, a feeling of doom sweeping over me as the ceiling is blown down on top of me.  The heavy rocks fall on me as I scream 'Nein!!!'  My body is seen mostly covered with debris.  One riding boot can be see sticking out sideways, one gloved had sticks out after its futile attempt to hold back the carnage... and between the rocks, one wide open eye can be seen... lifeless.

And finally...

I am a professional killer sent protect a drug dealer holed up in his apartment building.  I am dressed in a shirt and buttoned up jacket with tight trousers and short heeled shoes.  Suddenly, the surveilance monitors in the apartment go dead, and I am ordered to go and find out what is wrong.  I draw my gun and go out onto the landing.  I look around.  The lift is stationary, so I go to look over the bannister to check the stairwell.  Suddenly a cord is wrapped around my neck and as I try to draw in a gasp of air I am hoisted up so my feet are 4 foot off the ground.  My legs shake violently and I croak loudly as I search for air.  My legs part as I try to get purchase on something, and my hands go to my throat, clawing at the cord.  My feet shake and my gun falls to the floor, closely followed by one of my shoes which lands with a clatter in the concrete floor.  Then as my arms go limp at my sides my bracelet and my watch both fall to the floor as well, and gradually my leg spasms become less frequent.  As they slow, my urine runs out over my stockinged foot and splashes onto the floor... then finally I become still.  My job over.

Based on scenes from three films.  Any guesses...? ;-)