Hey thought this might be fun.

Since we all fancy the pants off Kaka, we must all have fantasies of him. Share! I'm not asking for like dirty accounts, keep it clean! i.e if you want to say you ahem you know what with him, just trail off like so .... :lol:


Have fun x

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For me, no. He's married & has a child. I would feel weird :lol: Nah, I would never dreamt that. But I'd love to kiss him, like this :kissing:

:D

" Since we all fancy the pants of Kaka..." OMG! i love that :lol:

um....no i dont think i'd like to do that with him...*shudder*

um....i dont know really....never fantasized about him like that...i'd like to hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek....i'm so lame...but still its something

Yeah, it'll feel & seems VERY weird to me. I would feel very guilty! :lol:

Ok, well in my fantasy world he does not have a child or wife so all is well. :) Nothing wrong with a little fantasy right? lol.Why is it wrong? :lol: It's all in your head so no one can get hurt, right?


Here's mine :lol: :wub:

I'm in Italy, with my friends exploring Milan, when I spot a gorgeous man, with thick brown hair, dark eyes, and lovely milky skin. (ha) I delibrately stand next to him, just to get a closer look. He's a lot taller than me, I find, as I sneak glances up at him. My friends say he is the footballer Kaka, I can see definite resemblence but still don't really believe it. So I stand in silence, looking at fountains before moving forward towards them, knowing I would never have the balls to actually say something. To my surprise, he moves forward too. He is directly behind me now, as I dip my hand in the cool water, and giggle with my friends. I turn, and smack! Right into his chest. I stand absolutely still for what seemed like an hour, but was really a split second, not believing my foolishness. I hastily apologise, as does he. But then we bring our eyes to meet, and it was like magic. He has those most beautiful eyes I have ever seen I thought, struggling to remove mine.
"I'm Ricardo" He held out his hand for mine, and I slowly placed mine in his, feeling the warmth of it embrace my fingers.
"I'm Claire". I smiled wryly, uncertainty flowing through my body, knowing full well I was blushing, and turning a horrible shade of puce. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt with the word BOXE on it. I noticed that our hands were still holding, and he leaned in slowly, kissing my cheek gently. I could smell his Armani aftershave, a subtle, sweet smell which made me smile.
"So Claire, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?" His smile was so sweet, and his eyes looked so sincere, I knew my answer before it left my lips.
"Yes, ok." Damn! That all you can say? A little voice taunted me. (yes I have voices lol)
"Good, well how's about I meet you here, at say, 7'o'clock?" I could only nod in response. How had this gorgeous guy named Ricardo, come to find me, a small, blond english girl attractive enough to go out to dinner?

>>>>>>>>> Forward to Half 6 in the evening.
I'm ready, dressed in a white dress, skimming my knees, embroidered with beads. It clung in all the right places, and highlighted my holiday tan. Silver shoes sparkled on my feet, but I knew they were going to kill me. Heels +Claire are not a good mix. Grin and bare it, all in the name of vanity. My blond hair is loose, in waves, the dark brown bits hanging lower around my collerbone. I was definitely dressed to kill my friends said, lightly spraying me with perfume.

Waiting beside the fountain was painful, was he going to show? Then I spotted him. He was wearing a light cream shirt, black trousers and he just looked so good. He kissed me on the hand and on the cheek. He looked good enough to eat. :drool:

We talked as we made our way down to the restaurant, a quiet little place, secluded so it never got too busy but the food was the best in Milan, or so he told me. Conversations of career paths confirmed my friend's firm belief in him being a Footballer, and I suddenly felt completely inadeqaute. Me, a student from England, and him a footballer. See the difference? He told me of his religion, what it meant to him, and I couldn't muster the response I knew he was seeking. I am not religious, I replied, that was met with a rather confused expression. So I took this as my place to "shine" or disgrace myself. I explained I had been baptised in a Christian church, when I was a baby. My mother, was catholic but not devout. My father, well I never knew. Religion was never imposed on me, I explained, and so on. He seemed to lighten a little way after that.

Dinner was lovely. I sipped on water, as did he, whilst we discussed funny films, who was the best actor etc. We seemed to have so much in common. Except our lifestyles. I drank, he didn't, he was religious, I wasn't. The end of the night was drawing near.

He walked me to my hotel, hand in my hand, we made a detour to the beach (is there a beach lol) I slipped my shoes off, breathing a sigh of relief and he laughed. We walked across the soft sands, and then we were back at my hotel.
We exchanged numbers, then we kissed. It was gentle, his lips so soft, his hands on my lower back and mine around his neck................... :grinn:


Shame it can never be..... :cry3:

awww....we're all daydreamers and fantasy keeps us alive!!

Nice Claire, but maybe it's better as a fantasy...what would you dream about if it becomes true??

I don't think I've ever had any fantasy of/with Ricky even when i actually was a real big fan of him...

But now that i think about it, it would be something like a hot night in the lockerooms...after a Milan game...it's a place that always fascinated me...God knows why! :rolleyes:

Yeah, I like it as a fantasy :lol:

Yep, hot night, locker rooms, sweaty Kaka, ok...I'll stop there.


x

pfiou just top think about it...

please someone a drink of water, phiou it's suddenly hot in here, I need air!!

:lol: *hands Lilas a glass of water*

Hot, seaty, smelly kaka after a game in a locker room sounds disgusting....

I quite like my men dirty. :lol: Not too sweaty, just so I can see it glistening. Mmmmmmm edible :lol:

Yeah! That sounds lovely.... :blink: ..... :P

mmhh..it's even hotter now Zar!!and there are shower in locker rooms...*making the scene in her head*...arf!

Claire do you have another glass please?

*hands another glass* x

thanks you're adorable! :hug: :beers:

:lol:

No problem!


Bars in service! :lol: :beers:



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Another question....it kind of fits in with the topic of fantasy (now ladies don't be shy :hyper: ). This is a scenario, and I'm not saying we have judge by moral standards so really I'm asking you to work with your imagination, and not necessarily what you would really do in real life.

You are a single girl, Ricky is married. Not happily married. Married in the sense that he didn't really marry her because he loved her, more because it was the 'right' thing to do. Ok, you meet Ricky. He is the man of your dreams, with one hitch and that is that he is married. Married men are a no-no :NO: and have always been that for you, but he is so different. He fits every bill, makes you happy and well soon, he says he loves you. And you love him. Do you?
a) tell him you love him back and run off with him?
B) tell him if he leaves his wife for you, you will be with him but not until then
c) tell him it is not the right thing to do, and cut off all contact.

What is your honest, gut reaction to this? Mine is, I would probably choose b because if I truly loved him, and he truly loved me, I wouldn't want to give up that sort of opportunity to have happiness. And I would want to do it in the most honest way possible.

Probably b :) it's the best solution..
But even A works good :winner:
but well..I guess it should be b.. <_< B)

well,, c) cus I'll never marry a married man and specially if his wife adores him

i dont think i could ever do that to anybody...bcoz there would be this tiny voice in my head going "imagine if u were his wife and he wanted to run off with someone else?" that would kill me and i dont think i could live with the guilt....tearing somebody's life apart wouldn't be worth it....God Lilas!...u are right.....i am a killjoy lol

I haven't had a fantasy like that lol, but i have dreamed he gave me a hug, now i want to hug him lol... and maybe a kiss on the cheek now I'm thinking bout it lol.