I think that the best fantasies are the ones pulled from our own memories. Because really, they have already been our experiences and can be pulled out and re-examined at will.
And sometimes, it's really hot in retrospect, when my brain's actually functioning and processing events.
Like lying on my back on the floor with my knees curled to my chest as he squats beside me with an arm resting nonchalantly on his knee. My hair pinned by his hand or under his boot as he looks me over with that calculating self-satisfied gaze.
Thoughts about the way he lifts me up out of the bottom of the bathtub after doing filthy things to me, washing and inspecting every inch of me to his satisfaction. The way he dries my hair and wraps the towel around me when he is done.
The way he wraps his hands in my hair and says "Mine" as he shoves his cock down my throat.
Or any given moment when I don't like what he is doing and the realization hits that he can and will do anything he wants to me--and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
The look in his eyes when I am kneeling at his feet in total humiliation...
I like the warm fuzzy ones too, just because thinking of them makes me feel peaceful.
Like sitting at his feet as he absently strokes my hair while completely focusing on something else.
Or him whispering "good girl" in my ear as I cum at his command.
And the ridiculous joy that comes with being told that he is proud of me.
How he goes to sleep with his arm draped over me and his hand wrapped around my throat.
Oh yes, the best fantasies are definitely homemade.