I typically satisfy myself by writing fantasies in which I am hanged by female or male cannibals while I am wearing a white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt and a necktie. After they have hanged me, they cook me and eat me. I have posted some of those stories here, but I save some of them for myself so I can read them on my laptop with hopeful anticipation while I am sitting at my desk wearing a white shirt and a tie, and I fantasize contentedly about being hanged, cooked, and eaten.
Does anyone have a new fantasy to share where he is a knowing or unknowing, willing or unwilling, hapless piece of man-meat? As an eager, hungry chef who professionally and eagerly cooks that meat while anticipating a delicious meal? As a cannibal who lovingly and ravenously eats that meat meal?
If not a fantasy, then a new role-playing experience? I live--so to speak--to be hanged, cooked, and eaten (in fantasy). I would love to hear of your experiences of being cooked and eaten, too. Thanks!
