oh Tom... ;)

I've got these crazy fantasies about Tom, our butler when we go to Atlantic City. He's an older guy(well, to me, at least), late thirties, early 40's maybe, hard to say.. married and divorced, two kids, definitely in the realm of being one of my parent's peers.But oh my God do I want him to bend me over and teach me a lesson. When my parents are around, everything is polite, proper conversation. When they're not and it's myself and my friends, it's a whole different story.We were walking down to the club one night and even though he was off duty, he escorted us to meet the night butler, linking his arm through mine, sauntering through the casino, pretending he was my sugar daddy. We pretended to peruse the roulette and craps tables, me planting smooches on his cheeks and giggling up at him, acting like a complete airhead, him trying to keep a straight face.My friend finally made the comment, in jest, of how it was past "baby's bedtime" He winked at me and in this husky bedroom voice, said, "well, you know, if it was up to me, I'd have you in bed by 12, and you'd just sleep the whooole night". ::melts::Anyway.I have so many fantasies about him it's hard to keep them straight. Fucking in the hot tub, the bed with the mirrors on the ceiling, the wide, marble window sill, the elevator, on the bar in the living room. I imagine him creeping in my room in the middle of the night, using one of his master keys and slipping in bed with me, when he brings breakfast in the morning, I mean really, I'm just a fount of imagination when it comes to him. He's fucked me in the shower, I've given him countless blowjobs in the butler's pantry, the backseat of limos... he's fucked me silly all over Atlantic City, lol. He sat next to me at a Bocelli concert, briefly, and I almost had to sit on my hands to stop myself from grabbing his thigh. It's always raw fucking too, hard, fast, I imagine him choking and spanking me, being completely in control. I want him to completely dominate me and tell me what to do. He probably knows exactly what I'm thinking about him. He tells me off color jokes and makes raunchy remarks when no one else is listening. I've caught him checking out my legs unconsciously. I think he revels in the idea that a girl almost young enough to be his daughter is drooling over him. Forserious, the next time I go to AC, I HAVE to get laid. That might be this weekend, hopefully. But that place oozes sex. I need someone to fuck me up against the window on the 50th floor before my 25th birthday. That's my goal for this year, I've decided. (Heh.. bonus points if you know why I'm listening toThe Clash right now!)