What this forum needs... SEX FANTASIES!
 

I'll be honest. When I get home tonight, I want to read this thread and get aroused. I want everyone who reads it to start rubbing their loins. So do your best!

Everyone's got tons of sexual fantasies. Fantasies are not always possible to achieve, but they are super-hot to think about. I want you to share one.

I'll start off with a rather odd one of mine, just to get the crazy stigma out of the way. This fantasy is impossible, but the idea of it is really hot to me.

I like my body and all of its little (and big) features. I am the only man I find sexually attractive. I have this fantasy where I am on my knees, sucking myself off. I, being myself, would know exactly what to do, where to lick, where to rub, how to stroke, how to suck. I'm sure the other me would be totally in heaven.

Now, in the past, I've *tried* to come on my own face before. I'll let you imagine the circumstances and positioning, but I'll just say that everything about it was unpleasant. I'm almost certain, though, that being on my knees, doing this to *myself* and knowing exactly how to pleasure, I would enjoy just that. I'd make myself come on my face.

A lot of fantasies are about receiving pleasure, but I like this one 'cause its about giving pleasure and knowing exactly how to do it. Of course it'll never happen, but I dig it anyways.

Lets hear your fantasies - normal or not!

I've always had fantasies about a rape-like sex (except not rape of course!)...sounds kind of perverse but...
Where he comes in unexpected, grabs and pushes me against the wall and starts ripping my clothes off exposing my body and just has his way with me wherever, the wall, the floor, basically dominating me completely. Handcuffs or ropes could be included, hot hot hot...

Another one, I'm a big fan of shower sex.
Imagine A much larger shower stall , imagine a 5' x 7' rectangular box with mirrors. The water would be coming out from the ceiling and several sides, making it appear almost like waterfall, there would be a waterproof piece of furniture inside.To go inside with a guy and just have a good romp session would be hot, water everywhere, steam.
The floor wouldn't be tile, it would be heated carpetting of that sort so your knees/feet didn't get scratched up. Boxes for candles would be imbedded in the mirrors in the walls to allow illumination throughout.
Spot for a video camera to record inside also, hot. Special little waterproof doors would shield the objects from the water.
Sounds like heaven.
Makes me want to take a shower now :-p

Now that is hot. The rape thing is very pervasive... I know all too many women who just want to be... *handled.*

Now the shower thing is interesting. Gets me thinking about custom showers. ;)

One thing that really gets me going is sweat. Any hint of moist, shiny skin and I am in full gear. One of the common fantasies I have in my head involve trying to grasp my girl by her hips, and my hands are slipping all over because she's working up a good sweat as we're fucking like mad. Oh, and do I love it when it does happen. Thats one of the reasons why I keep my room almost sweltering hot.

I may be bordering on "not contributing" here.


but just having any kind of sex at this point would be nice.


just saying.... :)

keep it up guys, haha.

Did you mistype here? Play rape (for lack of a better term) is one of the most common female fantasies I've heard / read about in my Human Sexuality psych course.

Unfortunately I don't have any sex fantasies except meeting someone who is single, sane, and sexy. Two out of three simply isn't good enough for me. :)

You are correct - that was a typo.

My girlfriend and I have had EXTENSIVE discussions about what our perfect shower would be, but I think I'll have to take some inspiration from ghoast's description of her dream shower, too. I think what would be absolutely ideal would be to have a large shower space-5x7 seems delightful that has two walls that are actually walls made of a smooth black stone and have the other two walls be glass. In some crazy ideal world, they'd be a glass that you can change the darkness of-from perfectly clear to totally opaque and the insides of the glass would be a 50% mirror. So you could see something of a reflection when the glass was clear, but when you made the glass dark, the reflection would be much more prominent. Very cool idea to put a video camera and candle holders in the wall. I'm not totally sure what to do with the tile/carpet problem.

To accompany the shower, of course, we'd require a very large tub. It's not exactly a sex fantasy, but taking a hot bubble bath with one's SO is a truly delightful experience at the end of a long day and often leads to blissfully slow sex afterwards.

I have unintentionally come on my face several times. Not totally covered but I've had the first or second spray hit me. Always comes as something of a shock, but my girlfriend likes to laugh at me about it.

My current fantasy is to get to take pictures of my girlfriend. She would spend the whole night dressing up and posing for me and we'd round it out with some action videos. Fortunately, my girl loves her lingerie, so there's tons of material. Too bad it's finals time. Can't wait until January.

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WOW.
You've got yourself some good ideas up there. I've got a few but I'm much too tired to write them right now. I will do it tomorrow.

Just wanted to say that hot, steamy, slow-and-sensual shower sex is AWESOME. Even in my old-fashioned, tiny bathtub... we had one HOT session in the shower, a while back. Seriously incredible. I can't wait until we have a decent bathtub and try all kinds of sexiness while naked and wet... :love: Damn, got me thinking, now...

my fucking god, I started to write this, and it wouldn't stop. this is probably way too long. but i wanted to get everything in there. :) It'll help me for when it actually happens.

I've had this elaborate fantasy in my head for a few months now. Writing it out should be fun. It involves a girl who I've been involved with recently. I've done bits and pieces of this fantasy to her before, but nothing as elaborate as what I'm going to describe. I had full intentions of doing this to her, but, well... the situation has changed. Anyway, here it goes.

It starts as we come back to my place after a night out, perhaps from a night of dancing at a local goth club. We've been flirting all night, each of us eagerly anticipating a night of passionate sex. After we get into my apartment, I pull her close and kiss her. I pull my lips away, move them slowly to her ear, and tell her, "I'm going to go into my bedroom, and count to 20. When I come back, I want you in nothing but your panties, sitting on my couch." Without saying another word, I let her go, and walk into my bedroom.

Even though I say I would give her twenty seconds, I wait longer. Perhaps a couple minutes.

I walk into the living room, holding a blindfold. I see her wearing her bra and panties, sitting in the middle of the couch, looking innocent and perhaps a little reluctant. I lean down, kiss her for second, then pinch her nipple very hard through her bra. She winces, grits her teeth and breathes a bit unsteady from the sensation, and I tell her, "I said nothing but your panties. You still have your bra on. Take it off." She waits a moment, then slowly reaches behind her back, and unfastens it. I help her remove it, and set it aside. I then put the blindfold over her eyes.

Then, she listens. She hears me walk to the kitchen, open a drawer, and pull something out. I walk back into the living room. She hears me strike a match. Using the matches I got from the drawer, I light candles in my apartment. They'll be used later.

I then walk back into my bedroom. She hears me open a drawer in my dresser. I shift things around inside it, looking for what I need. She hears the metal on metal clinking, what a chain might sound like. I walk out of my room, and set my things next to the couch.

Then she hears me walk close to her. She thinks I'm going to touch her, but instead, she hears me start to clear things off the coffee table, which is directly in front of the couch, and her. I set aside whatever was on it, then she hears the table slide along the carpet as I move it to the center of the room.

I go close to her, put her hand in mine, and tell her to stand up. I guide her to the coffee table in the middle of the room. I tell her to lay down, face first, on the coffee table. I hold her hand and help her lay down. She breathes in deep as the cold wood of the table touches her stomach, her chest and her breasts.

She hears me go to what I set beside the couch and pick something up. I go back to her, and begin to put something on her wrists. Restraints. I then get a rope, which I lace through the hoops on the restraints, and underneath the face of the coffee table, where I tie it to keep her arms in place.

I then straddle her, and sit on her ass. I begin to rub her lower back, lightly at first, gradually more intense. Slowly, I make my way up the back of her ribs. Then to her shoulder blades, and finally her shoulders and neck. This gets her very aroused, as I know exactly how she likes to be touched. I lean in as I rub, so she can feel my breath on her back. As I get up to her neck, I slowly and deliberately get a firm grip on her hair. I pull it back, slowly, forcing her to raise her head and arch her back. I reach my other hand around to the front of her neck, and begin to rub and squeeze her throat, choking her slightly. I've pulled her up so far, that she feels my mouth very close to her ear, my lips barely grazing it. The hair pulling, the slight choking, and my lips on her ear are getting her extremely wet.

I go through these motions for around twenty minutes. She's so aroused, she can't think straight. I stop rubbing her, give a kiss on the middle of her back, and stand up. I begin to rub her ass, and down the back of her thighs. I spread her ass as I work my way down. My hand occasionally grazes between her legs, on her thong covering her pussy.

From time to time, she feels the flat of my hand rubbing one of her ass cheeks, in small, slow circles. My hand pauses for a moment, then I quickly raise my hand, and spank her. I occasionally reach up to get another firm grip on her hair, make her raise her head and arch her back again, and spank her more. This goes on until both her ass cheeks are good and red.

Now I go to my pile of toys, and get my whip. It's small, with many thin laces. I run the edges of the laces down the middle of her back, along the crack of her ass, between her legs. I suddenly pull it back, and give her a solid hit on the back with the whip. Not too hard, but it surprises her. I pause, let her take the sensation, and rub the edges along her back again. I keep this cycle going for a while, until I begin to whip her again and again, one after the other. Not too hard, but it stings just enough.

Next, I undo the ropes, and tell her to flip over. She does so, and I refasten the ropes together. I straddle her again. Her arms restrained at her side, I begin to rub her hips, and run my fingers along her stomach. The sides of her tits. And her nipples.... which are incredibly sensitive. I stop my fingers on one of them, and pinch. Hard. I let go, and give her a moment to recover. I begin the cycle of grazing my fingers along her body, then pinching her nipples, then letting go. I pull them. I twist them. I know her body so well, that I know exactly how far I can go. She finds this immensely erotic, and her pussy is dripping. She has to crane her blindfolded head to the side and bite her bottom lip to contain herself.

I get up again. She hears me walk to the side of the room where the candles are. They've been burning long enough to have a good amount of hot wax in them. I pick one of the candles up and walk back to her. She's breathing pretty heavy, her heart is racing. With my free hand, I gently use my fingers to rub her inner thigh and the outside of her pussy, over her underwear. After a minute, I drip a bit of hot wax onto the middle of her chest. It catches her by surprise, and she gasps, pulling at her restraints, pointing her tits in the air. I continue to gently rub her pussy. I drip more wax on her stomach. Her tits. Her nipples.

Then, I stop. I kiss her on her lips. I take the wrist restraints off her, then the blindfold. I help her stand up. I get her clothes for her. I tell her, "Get your clothes on, and go home." I sit in another chair, and watch her. She's dumbfounded, but she gets dressed. When she's dressed, I go to the door, open it, and wait for her to leave. She does so, and goes home, skin covered in wax underneath her clothes, with a very wet pussy.

Mmmmmm, very nice, Moskie...very, very nice...:love:

Like ghoastgirl said earlier, Halx coined and Moskie elaborated on so well just above...most of my fantasies involve being "handled" in some way...not rape per se, because I am always willing. I consider myself sexually very submissive, but not quite so in other areas of my life. And I do think that's very common among women. Perhaps it has something to do with needing to give up control in some areas of our lives. But I can remember having these thoughts and fantasies for almost as long as I can remember. I seriously think Star Trek corrupted me. Even though it stresses the equality of women in many ways, especially in work roles, take note of the way Kirk "handles" women. Or Khan...I can still remember way back when when I first saw the episode of Star Trek where Khan manipulates that historian chick into helping him take over the Enterprise with his display of erotic dominance. Yes, it is all Gene Roddenberry's fault. Not that I'm complaining mind you...

Guess that's not a fantasy really, just me rambling again...I promise to contribute a real fantasy soon.

Mine very simply involves a 19 year old blonde girl, my closet, and a cage... I want a pet.

I have two kinds of fantasies. Fantasies I would like to live out (and have)...such as the previous one I mentioned. And those I would not.

One of my fantasies that I don't think I would ever want to be real is the thought of having spontaneous sex with a total stranger. That's pretty common, too, especially in porn. It doesn't appeal to me in "real life," but it recurs very often in my fantasies. And sometimes, going about my life, I will see a man that I picture myself engaging in quite an indelicate, spur of the moment bout of insuppressible fucking - it has nothing to do with looks...it's just an unanticipated impulse. I've always heard that men do this alot. I'd be interested to hear if many other women do this, too.

My most recent thoughts/fantasies involves me, my wife, Sweetpea, Calilivchick, Sugahbritches, and xxsquirtxx.....I don't even think I need to explain....lol.

I have these thoughts too, you are not alone. Usually it's not so much of a fantasy as just a passing thought.


I'll be back to contribute fantasies when I get more time.

Most men (and by "most", i'm accounting for gay men, and men so whipped by their women that they can't even look at other women) don't see a hot chick and think "DAMN I bet she could really help me with some interior decoration!" ... we see a hot chick and imagine sexual activity with her. I think it's safe to say that "do this a lot" is an understatement. lol

All I need is a kiss on the neck, beautiful eyes, and the smell of shampoo on her soft scalp and my fantasies are suited.

tall girl sex also for the win!

Been with pretty much all you want to be with, but the best is 5'10" plus!

Right! And I've yet to discover a rhyme or reason for when it happens.

So do you never imagine sex with women that you don't find particularly "attractive"? I only ask because, for me, I have these thoughts about all sorts of men...different ages, races, lifestyles, livelihoods...including men that I don't find attractive. Maybe it's just different for women.

Nope, it's for just random people at once. At times, you catch yourself like...did I -really- just think that about that person?

But it's normal. You don't need to be attracted.

I've heard (just hearsay) that the average male thinks about sex about once every 4 seconds and the average female once every 17. There aren't -that- many attractive people out there, so either we're focusing on the same ones repeatedly or pretty much whoever happens to be in front of us when the thought crosses our mind.

First Taste
 

This is the text of one of the first emails I sent my lady back in September of '05, before we ever met, or even spoke on the phone - sort of an introduction if you will :suave: I think this was the ice-breaker. I sent her a couple more, and then real-life took over and I just don't spend my time doing this any more. But it sure was fun. And such a positive reaction :thumbsup:

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You are beautiful in the soft light of the candles. Their subtle scent almost masks your own musky arousal. Laying supine, a pillow beneath your rounded hips, arms above your head, you watch me kneel at your feet. My own chest is tight. I feel the cool night breeze on my naked body as I throb with a hard passion. The presence of you ready to my hand. Your flesh clear and sweet calling for me to surge forward and take you. I will do so when I have done tasting you. And you are already stirring - your belly taut with need.
"Oh beautiful woman," I say aloud, eating you with my eyes. I take your right calf in my one hand and brush your left with the back of my other. You sigh aloud through parted lips as you draw up your legs slightly, opening yourself further to my regard. I move forward and look again upon the length of you. Your tight nipples call for my caress. Your exposed, tender throat stretched as you turn your head from side to side is leading my mind to possible futures to explore. I hear you swallow and my breath escapes me in a rush as I grip myself in tenuous composure. Not yet the knowledge of your questing mouth. I can restrain myself awhile yet.
Taking your ankle and turning your leg further I cup the calf with my right hand. The quiet play of light and shadow make mysteries I want to delve into. Smoothing the rich skin I grip more firmly. Thumb pressing in the hollow beneath your knee I lean forward, my face a hairsbreadth separate from you, and draw your scent deeply into me as I inhale - then let air puff out my open mouth to touch the cool space of your lower thigh. Goosebumps pebble along your thighs, your upper arms, as you stir your hips in questing need. I put my cheek against the sweetness of that length and let my short, soft hair caress you.
Gentle rows of kisses lead up to your centre as I hold your legs still further apart. You reach to grip my head as you raise your own to watch. Your lips are parted, full, ripe with desire. They feel dry and hungry to you and you lick them with a tongue thickened and heavy. You want to pull me towards you but I kneel upright again.
"Not yet, I want you to hold your breasts for me now." I say in a low, hoarse voice. I take your wrists and put your hands to your breasts. You brush your nipples with the tips of your fingers, and thrill down to your core from the touch.Your need is rising to almost unbearable heights. I look into your eyes, dark and liquid. You find my own deep blue eyes draw you inwards. You are losing sense of place. We are joining in a manner beneath thought, beyond reason, linking with mutual knowledge of ecstasy yet to complete. You see the weight of my shoulders - you have felt the undeniable strength in my hands, and yet all you really have had of me is my exquisite, knowing touch on your leg and thigh. My cock is upright and pulsing with my heartbeat. A gleaming droplet catches the candlelight and holds your eye. You know how I want you. You wonder at my restraint. You will soon stop wondering. Awareness of this heats your belly and leaves you with a demanding hunger. You squeeze your breasts tightly and the hard nipples react to your fingernails as you grip yourself. "Please" is the shape your mouth takes, a begging that empties my mind of reason for a moment. Now I kneel with the tops of my thighs propping your own up. The cool curve of your buttocks soon warming against my knees as I again draw in the sight of you.
Running my hands down the flesh of your inner thighs I knead the length of muscle - pushing the heels of my palms into their tender contours and lightly raking my nails back up them again. This is a time where all sensation runs together. You are now moaning with each exhale, gasping with each inhale. Your pupils are enormous in the intimate light that collects around you. You are amazing. You are ready. You are need. And I am there, with hands and eyes upon you. Breathing with you.
Peripherally aware of your smell, your texture and your movement I hear the soft moist sound of your slit as your lower lips swell out and ripen in their helpless response, as you stir your ass against my knees in mute entreaty.
For the first time I touch more than your legs and wrists. With a slow circular motion I smooth the curve of your belly. It jumps to my touch. I reach further around and rest my palms against your hips. Pressing inwards slightly and cupping my hands I feel the bone and flesh of you move. Thumbs aligned along your abdomen I lower my head and kiss your belly. I look again into your eyes. You are all heated need. I am trembling. I lower my face to you and breathe in your scent. Wiping my cheeks against your tender thighs and belly I cup your one thigh with one hand and place the other directly on your mons. I press down and squeeze it lightly, my eyes inches away from your vagina. As I press the pad of your womanhood upwards I see your slit open and the tip of your clitoris peek out. It will not be much longer now. You are almost crying out with need at this point. I adjust my hold on your thigh and as I squeeze again the flesh of your slit opens up exposing your vagina to me. It is damp, and the juices have run down past the bud of your anus to make a darkened stain on the pillow you are rocking on.
This is when I pool my tongue with saliva and in one smooth movement draw it up the length of your ass to above your clitoris. You buck with the surge of unexpected, complete sensation. The pit of your belly is a deep pool of surging currents. As I completely spread you and cup your ass you are beginning the series of orgasms that will wring you for an endless time. I am kissing and nibbling your pussy lips while you cry out. The wet pad of my thumb strokes the tender bud of your ass as I press your mons downwards. You are clutching your breasts. We are now into the next level.
There will be more to come.

Ok, I'll play. This is fairly mundane, but I've always wanted to have a girl give me head while having breasts rubbed in my face. Since this would obviously require two girls, I'm sure I could think of other things to do with them, too. ;-)

Oh! This reminds me, I have very often had fantasies about being with two guys. But this is another one that I just don't feel like I would enjoy that much in real life. I dunno, I'm kind of on the cusp with that one...

Which also brings to mind, do men have fantasies that only seem really hot in their minds? Or is virtually everything you fantasize about just a reality waiting to happen?

I think that seeing my girlfriend having sex with another man is hot in my mind, but I'm sure there's no way I'd let it actually happen.

Yes, guys love the stranger sex! Or at least this guy does.

My fantasy? I would meet a couple women that are good friends with each other. A big winter storm hits while we are out having drinks and I can't make it home. They invite me over to stay at their place. I accept. We have some small talk and laughs before we all decide it is time to go to bed. I fall asleep on the Lazy-boy recliner.

Next thing I know am awoken to kisses on my chest and my manhood at the same time. I open my eyes and say, "Hello!" The first lady puts her fingers on my lips and says, "Shhhhhh!" and smiles coyly at me. I nod in understanding and smile like I have won the lottery. We spend the next few hours pleasing each other over and over in many various ways, without saying a word, as they aren't needed.

Or if you don't like that one,

A nymphomaniac billionare who worships the ground I walk on.:D

Eating an entire tube of Original Pringles and then goin to sleep. Oh yeah, that's the stuff. :love:

It happens to me because I have a penis. :lol:


I do. I think Ron White hit it right on the head with his comedy routine about seeing women's breasts. "If you've seen one set of breasts, you want to see them all."

Do you want the guys to be bisexual or only focused on you?

I am not sure what you mean by this. Are you asking if they only fantasize about things that could possibly happen? If so, I would say that we do fantasize about impossibilities. Whether it be twin sisters, mother/daughter(of age), or other taboos of the oedipus nature. If you can think of it, it is on the internet. Nobody is admitting to visiting websites out there that are way out of society's boundaries. Somebody's keeping those websites running.

Or are you asking if we are delusional in thinking our fantasies actually could come true? If you are, the answer is yes. ;)

nevermind.

precious :lol:


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Uhhhh...I never considered that. I don't think it would bother me...and it's kind of hot now that I think about it. :)

That's like a whole 'nother fantasy. I must...dwell on it a little.

No, I'm just asking if you fantasize about things that you wouldn't want to really happen, whether it is taboo or not.

Mixed Media: Yes, I phatasize about things I wouldn't really want, and probably wouldn't enjoy in reality. Mostly, I fantasize about dominating a woman, usually including spanking, and anal sex. But I know that truly loving relationships need equality, and I know that G*d loves His daughters as much or more than His sons, so I don't think I'd really be comfortable taking away my lover's freedom by dominating games. And I know that anal sex isn't half what my fantasies about it are, just a tiny bit tighter and a nice variation. But in my fantasy life, anal is SO HOT! I think because a women really has to surrender to invite her man into her back door. I confess to really enjoying the way women surrender to sex. Surrender is a part of a woman's sexual experience to some degree, and so "taking her" is a part of a man's. Only I get off on it like a power trip. My wife and my ex were both strong women, and I don't feel that I dominated them in reality, except maybe that little surrender in sex. So that power over the pussy king of scene is my fantasy.

Well, if your lover wanted to play those games, too, then you may find you like to play domination games. It's all in fun and, of course, your lover wouldn't really be giving up her freedom. Albeit, there are folks who enjoy taking it much further, as well, and if it is consensual then more power to them. Sharing that kind of intimacy can be very empowering to both of you and to your relationship.

And anal sex is very hot, dude. And not really uncommon or taboo. If you want to try it, talk to her about it. She may be interested, too.

As long as you have a good grasp of where your partner's boundaries are when it comes to D/s sexual activities you can both have a lot of fun with it.

I feel like I'm taking this thread off-track...sorry.

I am always attracted to the men
 

I fantasize about. Always. I can weave an erotic story very quickly if I see an interesting man. Sometimes the scenario stays with me all day, and by bedtime, I've got all I need to rock my husband's world.

Thank god no one has developed the ability to read minds yet. can you imagine?

KRAMUS... Oh, holy fuck... that is the hottest thing I've read in a while. I get off on words VERY easily. Keep it coming, man. Don't make us wait!!!

Do you really believe what you are saying? Has your wife (or pastor) told you this verbatim, or is this your own conviction? Because I'd have to say, brother, that anal sex and/or domination games have NOTHING to do with freedom (or being God's children, for that matter). It really comes down to the turn-on... what gets you hot, and what gets your wife hot. That is all there is to it. No morality needed... just two consenting adults. I guarantee you, if God made these bodies, he knew exactly what ALL the parts could be used for, and it would be a shame to not explore the possibilities. Just my opinion. :)

:thumbsup: The OP touched one of mine right on the head, and thank you very much!
Another one involves being in an unusually comfortable room surrounded by large numbers of unusually attractive people where anything goes. I feel inadequate for not being more expressive: Not one has any clothing and all of them want their turns with everybody else. No inhibitions, just a lot of insatiable lust. It might be a wish for that "collective ecstacy" thing.
And while this is a place I'd like to be, I don't know if I'd go there: I don't seem to have the fortitude to do whatever I'd like anymore.;)

I'll add a little something to this. A three some, or four some, where all the attention is on my wife, and she is totally into it. That could be dudes and chicks, or dudes, or chicks, this sort of changes. Another is just watching my wife enjoy another man, pleasing her, making her feel special, etc. The final one is my wife having sex with someone else, and me not knowing about it. Her coming home, and telling me all about it, and then reliving it with me.

I guess I'm into the pleasure of my wife.

I have lots of fantasies, many of them would be impractical to actually do and some of them just flat out wrong... but thinking of them is fun.

I have actually been able to live out some of my fantasies, one of which was a three some with my girlfriend and one of her coworkers(male). It was pretty basic stuff, but watching another guy play with her and fuck her really got me going.... It especially got me going when she was sucking on his cock while I was fucking her. Too bad the guy had bad hygeine and apparently tasted really nasty(something she didn't let me know until after we left), that put a real damper on doing it again anytime soon, right now I'm still working on getting a threesome going on with another woman involved, something I definitly want to do before I die.

Most of my fantasies to involve taking a woman by force (something I would NEVER do in reality), many of which include lots of rope, lubricant, a fucking machine, butt plugs, candles, needles, and various strangers walking down the street. For some reason the idea of just being able to offer a woman to another man gets me going, must just be a power trip deal.



Me too, except I want a red head and brunette too, for variation :thumbsup:

Golden age Hippolyta (Wonder Woman's mother) said it best: The only real happiness for anybody is to be found in obedience to loving authority.

My most intense fantasies tend to revolve around submission and bondage. I fantasize about being a full time sex slave to a loving mistress or couple, to be used for her/their pleasure at their discretion, to be told what to wear and when, what to do and when, and to be punished frequently and harshly, both physically and sexually for any kind of non-compliance.

TH12: As a woman who quite thoroughly enjoys submission, bondage, and is a bit of a sexual masochist, I can tell you that a good D/s relationship is about meeting the needs of both partners. It's OK to feel the way you do--there are many more women out there like me who do want their sexual partners to take a strong hand and enjoy being the object of exactly the type of relationship you describe. There's nothing disrespectful about indulging in activities you both enjoy, so long as it's fully consensual on both ends and you're careful to keep her needs in mind as well as yours.

I've been watching too much Scrubs lately, I fear.

My fantasies of late have been of subduing the mean Dr. Cox via my sexual wiles before finally giving in to his naturally dominating nature, my body shoved up against a glass window in the hospital where I can watch all the comings and goings of those below me.

It's even been happening in my dreams...so weird.

God, I love that. :love:

When I was younger, I had trouble accepting the fact that I had these sorts of fantasies because I was raised with a strongly feminist ethic. But as I've grown older I've learned that they can easily co-exist. One has nothing to do with the other. Because it all starts with me and my desires, it is not being imposed on me. I found that all I had to do was accept it.

Nice post, Gilda.

Wow...some of these fantasies are so elaborate and well thought out. Kudos to your imagination.

Mine are fairly simple and straight forward:

-Me sleeping, waking up to her sucking me off and then ride me as I'm half-sleep half-awake.

-Her sleeping, me doing her whilst she sleep. Maybe even put my cock in her mouth as she sucks me off while sleeping.

-Her doing chores around the house, then I sneak up behind her and just have my ways with her. To which she happily obliges, albeit very surprised. Say she's doing doing the dishes, I stealthily sneak behind her and quickly pull down her pants, rub her pussy for a little bit and then just fuck her right there in the kitchen.

-Me coming home. She waits for me at the door. Without saying a word, she unzips my pants and starts sucking me.

-Sex in the woods. Sex by the freeway with cars driving by. Underwater sex. Sex 30,000 ft in the air. Sex on a boat. Sex in a horse carriage in a winter wonderland. Sex in a cabin in the middle of the woods with snow falling down and animals outside peeking in.

-Sex while free-falling from the sky. This is impossible but hey....

-Sex in space!!! I wanna see what it's like to squirt on her face in zero gravity. I wanna see the splooge floating/flying in slow motion to her mouth. Now THAT'S hot!!

Uhhh, Kelly, I think you left out love in an elevator and fuckin' in a chicken coop. :p

Nice list. And your obvious enthusiasm is very engaging. :thumbsup:

Thanks :)

Love in an elevator would have to be as followed: We're in an elevator, 40 floors up it suddenly got stuck. It's night, no one's there. We scream for help but no one responds. We're fucked, so we get fucking. bow-chicka-bow-woww...To top it off, the security camera got all the action. I'll ask for a copy. :D

No Mexican apple thieves? ;) Still, that's pretty hot...

Two have been dominating my thoughts lately.

1- There's a woman--and it could be any woman as long as I don't know her--that I find so attractive I can't control myself. I have to have to--and pardon my French--fuck her. Not make love, not have sex with....Fuck her with a capital "F." Outdoors and in public. However, no one notices us. We're both screaming and flailing around like wild animals and everybody else just ignores us.

2- There's a woman--maybe someone I've seen around, maybe not--and she's sleeping. I start touching; touching turns to petting; yadda-yadda-yadda Eventually, she's naked and I'm pleasuring her--in all sorts of fun ways. And even though I'm having my way with her and her body is responding--writhing, moaning, back-arching--she's still asleep. When we're finished, I disappear as she slowly wakes up. She remembers, but she thinks it was all a dream.

Well it may not be in the sky, but it would feel like free falling... :) Sky Ventures

xD.

For the exhibitionistic type.

#1: Sex in front of others--at a sex party (partnered, not nec. an orgy, heh). Others can watch, or be involved with their partner.

On the hood/windshield of a car (in an isolated parking lot). People standing around, watchign. Possibly with another couple inside the car. Of course this car would have to have an unusually comfortable hood and windshield. :lol:

Me tied up, bound standing (with some room to move), wrists above head, legs spread.

Him tied to bed in a similar manner.

In a room just like my bedroom, but tidy, dusted, and vacuumed. :lol:

MIRRORS all around. They don't have to be on the ceiling, even in a fantasy I'm afraid of them faling down on me, HA.

I'm sure these sound rather vanilla, but I've *never* talked about my sex fantasies before, except for the mirror one. *blush*

And these are all things that under the right circumstances, I'd do. Those circumstances actually happening though, is the real fantasy, heh.

About the only thing I haven't done that I have often thought would be fun although awkward would be to have sex on the back of a horse, bareback of course. Ive always liked the thought of that. I don't know how well that would work though, I don't have horses nor have I ever really been around them much.
Can this be done? would the horse mind if it had two people screwing on its back?

Here's one that I've been developing lately...

We're at a football game. It's a boring game, hard to pay attention to the field. My wife catches me checking out the cheerleaders, and starts to tease me about it. "Is it the tits?" She unbuttons her shirt halfway, letting me see her cleavage. She pinches her nipples (no bra) to stand at attention through her shirt, still teasing me about having to look elsewhere.

She lets her hand rest on my knee, and over the period of a few minutes, slowly works her hand up the inside of my leg. Eventually, she begins to rub my cock through my pants. She grabs her jacket, drapes it over my lap, and unzips me for better contact. As she jerks me off under the jacket, she readjusts her shirt to give me flashes of her nipples.

Her modesty drops further, and she drops in front of my chair to suck me off, the jacket gone. I unbutton her shirt and let her beautiful breasts swing free. In the middle of sucking me off, she stops and tells me that the guy next to us is watching, rubbing his cock through his pants. I suggest that she give him a hand with it, and she unzips him while returning to blow me.

She wiggles out of her pants, stands up, turns around, and sits down on my lap to fuck me. The other guy stands up, and she begins to blow him while riding me. The heat from us is spreading, and a number of other couples and groups around us are starting to have sex as well.

She tells me that she wants to try the other guy out, and so she rides his lap while she licks her own juices off of my penis. After a while, we switch back again, and I finish inside her pussy as she swallows the other guy's load.

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Still working out the details, but I'm going to be simulating this with her soon. It'll be in our basement, with her blindfolded to enhance her imagination. I'll narrate the whole thing and have her follow along. I'll have folding chairs set up for the seats, a dildo to be the other guy, and I downloaded an "away game" broadcast of the college football team from the school where we met.

That's awesome! Now, if only I can convince them to let live out my fantasy in there.

Ok, this is the last one. (This thread gots me going crazy :D) A little background story: there was one time when we were going at it pretty crazy, particularly me, I was really REALLY into it. It was also my first time doing anal with her and damn that felt good. So there I was, pounding her ass away when I suddenly realize that her vagina is empty so I tried to fill it up by fingering her. Basically, I want to fill both holes but my fingers aren't sufficient enough and there's no dildo (we're pretty tamed as you can tell). Thus begins my fantasy/dilema, I want to fuck all her holes but only one penis. Dildos will not do. And no way in hell am I going to share her with another guy nor do I want it. So my fantasy would be to have two or three of me fucking her at once. Two of me would be double-penetrating her and she'd be sucking off the third me. If she uses both her hands then it'd go up to five of me. And we'd all finish on her face.

I've often had fantasies about having spontaneous sex on a busy sidewalk (usually with me leaning over a car :suave: ) while some people stop to watch and others go about their business like we're not even there. The thought of being watched and the taboo nature of having sex in a public place are both huge turn-ons.

I had a fantasy for years about having one a particular one of Dave's friends chained up in a basement as my submissive. I never wanted to have intercourse with him, never even wanted him to lay a finger on me, but there were times that I couldnt think about anything else but having him in a kilt, arms chained above his head and giving him the longest most agonizingly teasing blow job he'd ever gotten. It got where when Dave and I were having sex he would "talk" to me telling me he knew what I wanted to do with this guy, to get me extremely worked up.

In july of this year, on my birthday......it happened...one of the best hottest 3 hour bj's I've ever given. (and just so people who dont know what kind of lifestyle Dave and I have, Dave WAS THERE and watched the whole thing so I wasnt doing anything behind his back...got some pics somewhere of part of it hehehe)

I havent had a new fantasy take its place yet

<b>I do realise this post is very long, but bear with me!</b> :)

I have a recurring fantasy where I make arrangements to have a large number of anonymous men turn up to a specific place outdoors at a specific time one morning, to silently follow instructions I shall give them there.

I arrive nervously a few minutes earlier with an audio recorder, two blindfolds, three strong ropes and an assortment of whips, ticklers and intrusive toys. I strip to my underwear, tie the end of one rope tightly to my right ankle, and tie the end of the second rope to my left ankle. Finally I conceal the tape recorder a short distance away and press record, tie one blindfold tightly on myself, lie down on the grass and leaves and wait, heart pounding with anticipation. The remaining blindfold, third piece of rope and toys remain untouched on the floor beside me.

After a few long minutes, I hear them arrive and walk over. They are not supposed to talk, but there are a few gasps, and a few whispered WOWs. When they settle down, I break the silence to instruct one of them to tie the remaining blindfold over the top of the one I am wearing, ensuring that I cannot see any of them. Unseen arms perform the task swiftly and firmly. It is pitch black, and lying there in the cold, I can feel the heat from his body and hear the rest of them breathing with anticipation and excitement. When the blindfold is secure, I instruct him to use the third rope to bind my hands together over my head. Once again, he is gentle but ensures that my wrists are inseparable, and then I hear him step back.

I struggle to hide the mixture of fear and anticipation of what is about to happen, and it takes several starts before I manage to explain that the only rule is that my blindfolds must remain on and my wrists tied together, and otherwise they are to have their way with me, and to continue until they are done with me, no matter what I might say or protest. A silence then falls over while the gravity of what I have just said sinks in.

Eventually one or two come forward and begin touching me, caressing my skin, my hair, running down my neck, my bra-line, and stomach. Over my feet, up my calves, thighs and hips. Two more hands, then another, and another, until my body is covered with a swarm of crazed palms and fingers. My breathing is getting heavier and more laboured. Underneath my thong, some attempt insertion, I am getting wet already and initial resistance is soon replaced by slick ease. One finger becomes two, then three, then fingers from several participants. Other orifices are found. I try to hold back but I can't keep the moans in.

I am flipped over, I hear buckles being undone and jeans being removed. Before long my lingerie is torn and gone, and I am being penetrated from behind. They are groping my breasts and pulling my hair. Slow, gentle strokes are replaced with deeper, harder, faster and more aggressive strokes. The hands caressing my buttocks are slapping them with increasing energy. I am dragged by my hair over the body of a man who is lying on his back waiting for me. He enters me, and then another pushes firmly into my ass. I hear myself crying out, the tightness is almost unbearable. They fuck me as hard as they can, it feels like I am being slowly ripped apart. The one in my ass is ready to come, he withdraws to my relief and comes around to spill himself into my mouth, but the taste and smell of him is sharp, and the respite is brief as the next man in line takes his place behind me.

Another man steps up to enter my mouth, and he starts thrusting. I gag but nothing comes up, and he takes that as his cue to make his strokes longer and faster. After a while he pushes himself as deep as he can and comes in my throat, then pulls out. I cough violently and beg for it to stop, but another quickly and forcefully takes his place.

I am beginning to realise just what I have let myself in for, and try to distract myself by imagining what they look like. I can feel that one I am lying on top of is soft, hairy and rotund, and the one behind me has a boney pelvis which hurts almost as much as him violating me. I imagine they have dark blonde hair and pasty-white skin. I have no idea what the one I'm sucking off looks like, but from the smell of him, he's probably greasy and unkempt. But it is difficult to think about such things for long when you have to time your breathing between his thrusting.

Those standing around have discovered the whips, I can feel the sting and hear the crack of them landing on my flesh but the two are somehow disconnected. The men fucking me at either end are getting rougher and rougher, and it becomes difficult to isolate the acute individual feelings in the different parts of my body. The sensual information is overwhelming and I wonder just how much more I can take.

The ropes tied to my ankles are taut, and my tired, parted legs are unable, despite desperate attempts, to fight the strength of those holding them down. It continues for what feels like an eternity, and my mind wanders between the burning soreness of my holes, enjoying the total loss of control, to the biting cold of the breeze, to helplessness at the agonising pain, to orgasms that have me spasming and shivering with an intensity I have never experienced before. I lose count of how many men have been inside me, ejaculated and retreated only to have another take over where he left off.

I lose track of time, as if I have gone numb, but eventually I realise that there are only two men on me, then only one pounding me, and then there is no longer any flesh resting on mine. I begin to wonder if it is over, but a touch of cold metal between my legs makes me flinch and I realise that although they were done fucking me, they had discovered the dildos and were still curious to see what my body could take.

They try them out on me, quickly moving to the thickest and longest ones, pushing them so deep and hard that I gasp out loud. They start inserting multiple toys into both of places down there, my flesh stretching reluctantly and painfully. I shriek and writhe in discomfort, but they persist, eventually pushing a whole hand into me. A few take it in turns to see what it feels like to feel around inside me. My blindfold is damp with tears.

Eventually, they become bored of me. Raindrops begin to fall. The breeze is already cold and clearly they would rather be warm at home now that they've had their fun. I hear their numbers begin to thin out, and eventually I hear no one else. They have forgotten my bonds, forgotten me, and I lie on the ground, bound, sobbing silently. I struggle to free myself from the rope, but it is tied too tight. I get to my feet, and strain and pull, but succeed only in burning my already sore wrists. The icy rain is now falling with force, and after a few minutes I begin to lash out and cry in frustration and bewilderment.

Suddenly a hand cradles my head, and a pair of lips touch my ear and say, "Shhhhh." I have no choice but to be still in the presence of this strong, reassuring voice. He sits behind me, and I lean on him with his arms around me. Slowly, he picks apart the knots in the rope, one by one, until the rope falls off my hands. He runs his fingers soothingly across my chapped wrists, then raises them to his lips and kisses them gently. He stands me up, then I hear him turn to leave.

"Wait," I whisper. "Who are..." but his finger is upon my lips, stopping me from saying any more. He takes me in his arms and I melt into his body. We stand there for the longest time, the stranger I cannot see and I. After a few minutes, he steps back, kisses me gently but deeply, and begins to walk softly away.

"Wait!" I cry out, desperately trying to tear off the blindfold to see the mysterious stranger who, even in my defiled and dirty state, would perform this tender act. But it is tied tightly, and when I eventually remove the blindfold, I see that it is night, and I am once again alone. My audio recorder and other items are in front of me in a neat pile, and atop them is a single rose and, surprisingly, a card with my name on it.

But the inside of the card is blank, and as far as I know, I never again saw the mysterious stranger who knew my name.

Just a quick outline here, I took a ride on a ferry the other day with a friend to pick his daughter up from his ex wife. well, the water was a bit choppy, nothing too bad but it reminded me of an unbalanced washing machine. that got me to thinking I want to have sex on a ferry. preferably when the water is a bit rough, sounds fun. I talked it over with the girl I am seeing and to my surprise she also thought it was a good idea! one of these weekends.......!
Has anyone living around ferry's done this? there are allot in Washington.

Just a quick outline here, I took a ride on a ferry the other day with a friend to pick his daughter up from his ex wife. well, the water was a bit choppy, nothing too bad but it reminded me of an unbalanced washing machine. that got me to thinking I want to have sex on a ferry. preferably when the water is a bit rough, sounds fun. I talked it over with the girl I am seeing and to my surprise she also thought it was a good idea! one of these weekends.......!
Has anyone living around ferry's done this? there are allot in Washington.

In my experiences, the horses seemed to like it.:thumbsup:

Ok, I guess I'll add in my most recent fantasy. My ex and I broke up about 4 weeks ago, on not exactly friendly terms. I do not wish to get back with her in any way, but I've been having this fantasy lately which I've been contemplating carrying out. Sorry it's long, but hope you enjoy.

She calls me up one day saying she has stuff over here which she wants me to bring over. Make-up and other bathroom stuff which, while I do not want, I do not perticularly want to go over to her place because of the breakup. A few weeks pass as I attempt to make excuses, but her pestering gets to me and I head over. She answers the door in a linen skirt and a button up blouse, one of the outfits she knows always got me. Even though dressed nicely she is visibly angry still, as am I. I want only to drop the crap off and leave, but while I carry in the last of it we make eye contact.

Suddenly I can't stop myself, I force myself upon her, pushing her against the wall. She struggles, confused, but I overpower her and hold her hands above her head. She starts asking me what I'm doing and to get off of her, but is met only with a deep, passionate kiss. Even though she continues to struggle, it is obvious that she does not want me to stop. Holding her hands above her head with one of mine, I caress her thigh and slowly move up and down the outside of her leg. I can tell she shaved, and in my head I know she shaved everywhere as she knows I liked. As my hand moves to the inside of her thigh she looks deep into my eyes while she continues to weakly struggle. I can feel the heat through her panties, as she becomes wet with anticipation. We passionately kiss as I move my other hand down. Her hands stay where I placed them as I tear her panties, and I feel how wet she has become. She lets out a moan as I tear them, and quickly goes back to telling me to stop. I hear a man walking down the street as I realize the door is still wide open and she continues to tell me to stop. I don't care, however, as in my state of passion I rip open her blouse to realize she is wearing no bra. Her nipples quickly erect as they are released, begged to be sucked. As I start to caress her breasts, she starts to slide down the wall onto her knees. She was without a doubt gave the best head out of any girl I've had, and she knew this well. Within minutes I'm about to cum, but that is not what I wanted, and she knew this.

I pick her up and bend her over the couch. Lightly I rub her clit with my fingers, teasing her pussy. I whisper into her ear the nasty things I'm going to do to her, as I feel her pussy get wetter. I start to flick her clit with my tongue, bringing her to the point of orgasm, and then I stop. Three times I bring her to the point without letting her cum, until she finally says how she wants my cock inside of her. With her still bent over the couch I slip inside, plunging all the way inside of her. I can feel the very top of her pussy, and while I know it hurts her I keep plunging deeper. Her breasts bounce as she moans in pleasure and tells me to stop. Finally I feel her pussy lips tighten down as she is about to cum, she lets out a scream as I feel her juices over my cock. She lets out another scream as I cum hard inside of her bringing her to a second orgasm. We collapse together onto the couch, as her pussy continues to convulse in extacy. We look deep into each others eyes, as we kiss one last time. Then I get dressed and leave without speaking a word.

Seaver, that's HOT. Of course I'm not certain that's how it would turn out in real life, but that sure got me a little bothered. I love rough sex. :crazy:

Woo hoo! Now that's a nice break-up story.

Very hot, Seaver. Who knew? ;)

I don't know how it'd turn out either, that's why it's a fantasy not a sex story.

Damn people, you have some dirty thoughts!!! Pretty hot though, keep 'em coming, they make my fantasies seem so boring.

I was going to say "can I come?", but of course the answer would be "eventually... :suave: "

I've a number of fantasies, thankfully our lifestyle allows us to fulfill many of them. I still think about tying her up and blindfolding her. Perhaps I'd like to put on headphones as well so she cannot hear what's going on. I'd start out in bed with her, working her up and getting her turned on, and then some guys and couples that we've been with before would join in, one by one. I'd like to film this as we proceed to ravish her thouroughly. Eventually, it would end with her covered in come, (hard to do with condoms, but it's my fantasy) exhausted lying on the bed. After everyone chatted and relaxed, perhaps we'd go at it again. She is not to be able to see or hear anything until everyone is gone. After that, I'd remove the blindfold and have her one final time, fucking her wet pussy, and rubbing the come in on the wet skin of her belly and breasts. Afterward, she could watch the video.

She's expressed an interest in the activity, seems the logistics are more than a bit of a pain... Ah well, it gets me pretty hot to think about it anyway.

Another game I'd like to try that I came up with, I call it " on the nines" It's because an alarm clock will go off every 9 minutes if you hit the snooze. I'd really like to cut it to more like 5 minutes, but 9 works. It involves getting 2 other couples, again that we've already been with, and putting people onto and off of the bed in timed intervals. I'd vary the group in a timed fashion, starting with 2 people in the bed, others watching in another room on a video monitor. When the alarm goes off, you add another person for the 9 minutes, then another. Room 2 can begin their own light trysts, but the main action stays in the bedroom. once there are 4 in the room, a person comes out every 9 minutes, with another cycled in. This would provide a constant change of the mix, varying between 3 women and 1 man, and 3 men and 1 woman etc. After the maximum number of combinations has been reached, we keep adding people at a shorter interval until everyone is involved for the finish.

Once again... sigh, logistics of getting everyone together, it seems... cross your fingers.

One that we have done with another couple that we see about twice a year involves making cards. It started out with coasters at a bar and evolved, so we still call it coasters. Everyone has to write out 3 fantasies on cards and put them into a hat ( bucket, box, whatever) it cannot involve names, so it has to be "watch someone (do something)" "(Do something) to someone" "(have something) done to me". etc. except that you don't know know who will draw the card, so you get to live out someone's fantasy or maybe your own together. It can be something you've done before or otherwise. In this game anyone who draws a card has the option to put the card down and draw another if they do not want to do what is on the card, but the unused card is returned to the "hat". Anyone always has the option to say no. We've never had anyone refuse, and it can get extremely wild.

Feels kind of weird posting this here, hope I'm not too twisted. :-D

toxic - your fantasy sounds like mine, except you'd be watching. Very hot... and I like your other two ideas too.

Okay, Deltona Couple, and what are you doing about this thought/fantasy? ;)

I fell like a voyeur (ALL OF A SUDDEN) - LYA.

Okay, I never contributed to this but here it goes:

I always love it when my boyfriend surprises me. One time he sneaks up behind me when I am bent over and grabs my hips. He pushes his hips into my ass and moves his hands up to grab my breasts. I try to push him off because I am busy but to no success as he begins to have his way with me from behind. I never see his face but I know who it is.

And of course: I am tied down by my hands and feet. He gets out an assortment of our toys along with ice cubes and a candle. He has his way with me for a while, teasing me for what seems like forever and then gets up and leaves. He comes back with someone, could be a girl or a guy and for the rest of the night they "torture" me. Pretty simple.

Then there's the fantasies that just consist of places that I would like to have sex:
-I like to be outdoors and I do alot of camping and hiking. There are some very remote areas that are beautiful in Colorado and Wyoming.
-On the roof of the high school we went to (oh wait we already did that! haha, but it has a great view of the city and is something I'd like to do again)
-In one of the drive through car washes (would have to be a quicky)
-with a bunch of other people (monogamous group sex)

My ultimate fantasy...

The cable guy! He comes over whether or not my cable is working "Hello ma'am I'm here to fix your cable" I don't question it, I let him. Next thing you know we're kissing and rubbing and ripping our clothes off and he bends me over the arm of the couch. When we are done he grabs his tool belt and leaves without another word

So that's what the cable company means by quoting a window of time. :lol: Between 2 and 6 my ass!!!:D

I don't know if this counts as a fantasy, but lately, well, since I got a laptop and a webcam, my fantasy involves stripping and masturbating for someone I don't know who's watching. I want to be able to see their reaction while I do it. I know this is really 'vanilla' as Sultana says, and probably some of you have done this, but I'm pretty new to this technology stuff, and I'd like to try it. Maybe my fantasies will get a little crazier once I try this one...

PS...any TPF takers...PM me.:icare:

I've always wanted to have sex with a woman who had wings. Angelic wings, batwings, what ever, as long as they weren't slimy. Just to have her wrap her wings around me . . . yeah, what? :)

It was worth it!

:thumbsup:

I'm touched that you read the whole thing. Thank you. :icare:

I guess I have realities and fantasies. Stuff I would want to do in real life, verses stuff that is fantasy.

Stuff I would like to do:

-She initiates sex in the morning by putting me inside of her and thrusting as a wake-up call. But, it has to be random and not planned out the night before or anything.

-She lets me explore her body inside and out. This is kind of an early on in the relationship one, but I need to know that it is ok to touch her anyplace on her body. Even hotter would be to get a speculum and look inside.

-Sex on a deserted, middle of nowhere beach in the summer. Maybe our own personal island.

-Semi-drunk spring break sex with girlfriend. Have fun and party during the day, dance and drink at night with her all over me, and then have sex where ever we can seek off to.

-Sex with a virgin where it is both our first times. We would have to be in love with each other and kiss and cuddle afterwards until the morning. I'm not sure it will happen that way or not, but I can hope it does.

-Shaving a girl 'down there'. Either into a heart shape or completely bare.

-Eating various fruits and candy off her body.

-Apply body paint to her and take pictures of her naked on a beach or a pool.



Stuff I fantasize about, but won't happen:

-Group sex, Me plus a different young woman/teen from each continent all at the same time. Blonde from North America, Asian, Middle Eastern, European, Australian, African, South American. I would get to put my multiple orgasm ability to the test, and bring world peace as well. I might make 7 babies as well since I would finish inside each one of them. I should add in a Russian and Indian girl for good measure. It would make a great porn video. (I would be available if any porn directors are reading this)

-I think domination might be interesting, but there would still be safe words and she would know it is me. If she just had a fantasy of being 'raped', I might take it a little too far and emotionally damage her. I would have made up an excuse to leave and had to be someplace early that morning, she would want to sleep in a little longer. I would drive away and park someplace, and sneak back into the house. There would be no safe words, she would lose all power, she would get blindfolded, gagged and tied down. You would have sex with her, keep her tied up, then leave. After an half hour or so, the guy returns and is screaming "what happened?" and "I'm so sorry" as he is untying her. Now, if you had planned this out with her ahead of time and were videotaping it, it would be one thing, but I would be worried about jail time for real rape if it was a surprise, even if she had told you about her fantasies.

-Sex under the bleachers during a football game or basketball game. There would be less chance of getting caught at my old High School basketball bleachers that you couldn't see down under them. But you had to sneak through the girls locker room to get to the entrance. I couldn't take a change of being caught like that however.

-Sex in a girls locker room. For added points, there would be naked girls taking showers around us, but we are just in the middle on a mat with steam everywhere.

This is TFP right? I want to hear some more fantasies that you guys have or have done.

Second Taste
 

I was asked to write a follow-up to my first erotic email to my lady. I responded with .....

"I can handle that. Self indulgent sybarite musing on the pleasure his little lady can wring out of him. You will be put to work. I like the idea of a hot woman demanding to be put through her paces so to speak. Makes me want to develop scenarios to play out in their variations for a looonnng time to come. A bit of this. Oh, that's very nice. Ooops, I'll try to hold off longer next time. I didn't know you got such a rush out of that. Here, stay with this for a while. You look so beautiful and so sexy when you are doing that. And you sound incredibly hot. Just go with it. We can try more later.

I'll put something together for you to read as you relax from your day. I imagine you loosening the waist band of your pants, and dipping your hand down to touch yourself. I see you brushing your breasts with your fingertips as you fill your mind with how imaginings are merely a first step to creating our realities. I see you tracing your own lips with a finger as your mouth opens in a silent sigh. I see you slowly turn your head as you imagine the warm smooth rigidity of my cock brushing your face . . ."

............................
My email with the actual follow-up read thusly.

Service - a game of restraint

You are hot, hungry, eager to please.

I ask you to kneel beside the great chair. You pace towards where I am standing and put your hands against my chest, stroking me with your palms as you smile into my eyes. Your dark nipples stand out on your sweet perfect breasts. I look down at you full of the rich knowledge that you are there to please me. I ache with tension. You slide your palms down my belly to cup my testicles and cock. Now your head is bowed. You go to one knee and begin to address my body with your mouth. I feel the knowing pull of you as you suck me into you and lave your tongue against my shaft. You are working your fingers along my scrotum and cupping me, pulling my balls lightly while making quiet, moist sounds. You are breathing around a mouthful of cock, and you moan as you stuff as much as you can hold into yourself. You are now steadily moving your head up and down, gasps muffled as your throat opens and closes on the head of my cock. I take your head in my hands and stroke into your mouth as you suck. I am gasping with you. You are exquisite.

One hand begins to move around my thigh. You tilt your head up to look into my eyes. Drawing your mouth away from my cock slowly, your lips trail sensation that thrills through me. A thin rope of saliva still joins the head of my cock to your tongue. You begin to lick up my shaft and swirl your tongue over the head of my cock. Pursing lips into a kiss, you work them all around my cock. Pushing your tongue firmly into the root of my cock where it nestles in my scrotum you stroke me with a womanly hunger. Knowing I want to prolong this time I draw back from you so that my erection fills your view.

"I love what you are doing, lady. I want you to show me what you can do with your hands no longer free. Stay there a minute."

I go to the special kit I brought, and pull out a length of thick braided rope. You stir yourself as you smile in anticipation of what is to come. Drawing your arms behind you I quickly loop the rope to hold them each individually, with a play of about 8 inches separating them. The trailing end of rope I then use to tie your ankles together. Passing the rope between your knees and up in front of you I tie it about your waist, and draw it down around your pussy, up the crack of your ass, and all the way up and around your throat. Now, when you move your arms or rock too far the rope will pull up against your pussy and ass, rubbing your swollen clit with its soft slick surface.

"Now woman, you will show me what you can accomplish using your mouth. I am ready to be pleased."

I sit in the great chair and you dip your head. You begin to suck me sweetly. Pulling back a moment you look up into my eyes and tell me how sweet I taste. Then you again address me with your mouth.

That's excellent. You are a great writer. :thumbsup:

well, there's this music video called 'soccer practice" by gay pimp, which has these two very beautiful transsexual black men in it in green cheerleading outfits. You can watch the video on youtube, it's actually pretty amusing, although a few years old.
anyways, i would love to have a 3some with those two transvestites. they are like gorgeous, tall women...but with penises.
that's one of my fantasies. of course, there's virtually no chance it could happen, but i have been toying with the idea of having my bf dress up as a woman...

I've been writing erotica for a lady of mine lately, here is just the tip of the iceberg, and the tamest.

That was fucking HOT dude! I need to go take care of myself now...

I think we need to get these people to keep posting this stuff. It's just that awesome right? :thumbsup:

man...this thread IS freakin' hot.
i would love to be having sex with my girlfriend while two other gorgeous ladies observe us and cheer us on. the girls spread their legs and rub each other's loins as dirty thoughts run through their imaginations. i'd like for this setting to take place in a shower but i think a sauna would be nice too! :-)

friend joins in
 

As I was fumbling for my keys at my front door, you sidled up beside me, and whispered in my ear, "I've got a surprise for you." We are just arriving home after a comfortable dinner at a nice restaurant. You take my hand, the one that isn't trying to open my door and hold it in yours. You squeeze it hard until I look at you. You are so beautiful, wearing a pretty sweater and a long skirt. You slide one hand down the front of your skirt, pressing it to your thighs. When you've reached as far as you can, you bunch your skirt up in your fist and pull it up your legs. I watch, transfixed, as the hem rises above your knees to reveal your stockings.

You take my hand and press it between your legs, where I'm delighted to discover that you've neglected to wear any panties. You gasp as my hand slides between your lips and tickles the wetness between your legs. I'm torn between wanting to explore more between your legs and wanting to take you inside the house. I leave the keys in the lock for the moment and turn to look at you. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. I can see your eyes flicking between my eyes and my lips as we draw closer. I run my free hand up the back of your neck and into your long hair; you moan as my hand cups the back of your head and I pull you to me. I graze your lips with mine and pull back, stretching your lower lip out in between mine. Your eyes are closed now and you are swaying slowly. My hand is still stroking your lips, and you are leaning into me, willing my hand to explore more of your pussy. I kiss you harder, and your tongue flicks along my lips, and I suck it into my mouth, where I can nibble on it slowly. I pull back and watch you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at me. When you do, I open the door, and push you through it backwards, my hand still busy between your legs.

I drop my coat on the floor and kick the door shut behind me. You walk backwards down the hall towards the bedroom. The streetlights shining in the kitchen window show you pulling your sweater up over your head to reveal your beautiful breasts encased in a lacy bra. I take two long strides and reach you while your sweater is still over your head. "Not so fast," I whisper, "we've got a long way to go yet tonight." I maneuver you into the bedroom with your sweater still over your eyes and open up the bedside table for the blindfold. You pull your sweater off, and I can see a beatific smile and you keep your eyes closed. I slip the blindfold over your eyes and take the opportunity to kiss your ears and neck. I reach around behind your back and unclasp your bra, slipping the straps over your shoulders. You know how I like to do this, and you hold your hands over your breasts, slowly letting the bra slip off revealing your hard nipples. I kneel before you and you press your self into me. I can lick your nipples, and the juicy crevice under your breasts. You moan and lean over me, urging me to further lick you and caress you.

I stand up beside you and unbutton your skirt and slide it down your legs. You step out of it and stand in the moonlight wearing just your stockings and the blindfold. Standing beside you, I whisper in your ear, “You know what I want to do, don’t you?”

Mutely, you nod and move forward onto the bed, stretching languidly out onto your hands and knees. You move your head down and raise your hips, spreading your legs apart. I can kneel behind you, and for a moment, I just look, prolonging the anticipation that you are feeling. I can see your lips spreading apart, and the wetness from your arousal glistening in the moonlight. I lean in and slowly lick you, using my tongue to spread your lips out further. I slide my tongue as far as I can inside you, licking and sucking. I move up and lick your ass until you are as wet there as your pussy is. You love it when I do this, and you push back against me, urging me to lick you more. You reach your hand back between your legs and use your fingers to rub your clit, reaching inside yourself to make them wet. I quickly strip my clothes off and kneel behind you; your fingers brush my cock, and you hold your lips apart for me to slid inside your pussy. You moan and I can feel your pussy clenching on me, so much so that it’s hard to push back inside you. I move in the long deep strokes that you like so much, pushing as deep inside you as I can, and then pulling out almost all the way. I reach into the nightstand and find the little jar of astroglide and the thin vibe. Uncapping the bottle with one hand, I pour it in drips on your tailbone, where I watch the drips running down into your ass. You moan and shiver at the coldness of the drops, and in anticipation of what is coming. Taking up the thin vibrator, I switch it on, and sl-ow-ly slide it inside your ass. I can feel the vibrations on my cock from inside your pussy. I can feel your fingers brushing my thighs as you frantically rub your clit, looking for release. I can feel my orgasm building up like a sneeze, and just as on cue, you throw back your head and cry out, and just then, I feel myself explode inside you.

Lip Service (a Fantasy held by Charity Jones)
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The room lights have been turned off. Through the
shuttered blinds the amber glow of sunset slips into
the room, bathing all in a soothing chiaroscuro of
mellow golds and greys. Music flows softly from the
stereo: the slow, sweet, silver rhythms of a Spanish
guitar, rippling like the waters of an azure pool just
kissed by an evening breeze.

You sit relaxed and peaceful on the sofa, your head
resting on the the soft crushed velvet, gazing up at
the flickers of twilight on the ceiling. Your tie has
been unknotted, the top two buttons of your shirt
undone; the stress and weariness of the business world
at last are slipping away. There comes a merry
jingling at your waist; the whisper of leather on
fabric; and your belt is loosened by hands other than
your own.

You lift your head from the deep padding of the sofa
back and look down at the brunette sitting on the
floor between your legs. I smile up at you as my
fingers find the latch of your zipper and pull it
down. I spread the fabric, seeking the slit in your
boxers that will enable me to free your cock; my
fingers and hands rub against the bulge of your groin
and your arousal quickly becomes apparent as a
stiffening protrusion begins to rise beneath the
cloth.

At last I find the slit, lifting it with difficulty
over the now-stiff member which springs free from the
confinement of your pants. I gaze at the immense
organ, so long and thick, crowned with its swollen
purple head... the shaft is so hard it's throbbing,
pulsing slightly with each beat of your heart. Your
cock is so powerful and majestic... so beautiful and
strong... it fills me with such awe and reverence for
you... I want to adore it, worship it and its owner:
my Lord and Master.

My fingers rise to touch the shaft just beneath the
rim of the head. You sigh softly with delight. I let
my fingers slide down, feeling how hard and unyielding
your flesh has become -- I can barely make an
impression in the skin. The bulges of veins pass under
my fingers, adding texture to the otherwise smooth
surface. With the palm of my hand I rub the underside
up and down, smiling at your groan as I feel the
pressure in your enormous organ, how it pushes back
against my hand. My fingers slip back down to your
lap, pressing against the base of your shaft to hold
it steady for the work I am about to begin. I note
with pride that there is ample room for all eight
fingers.

I lean forward, my tongue emerging to tickle the
gathering of skin just beneath the head. You flinch at
my touch, sighing, your hands reaching behind me to
stroke my hair. The strength of your large hands fills
me with pride and security. I feel safe in your
presence, protected and sheltered by your power, and I
want to show my gratitude and devotion by pleasing
you, by worshipping at the temple of my Master's
cock...

The underside of my tongue swirls up over your bulging
cockhead. You shudder. I let my tongue play with the
head, licking it, circling it, sliding over the
depression where the single eye waits to spurt forth
its treasure. I could play with the head for hours,
loving the taste and feel of it, loving the sight of
the swollen purple oval so taut with the pressure of
your excitement... the rigidity of your cock tonight
is so severe that it seems it must be painful, and I
want to make love to it, goading it until it bursts
forth and all the stress and pressure that you feel
erupt to flood into the soothing wetness of my
mouth... let me soothe you, Master... let your adoring
slave offer you her body, that she may give you
peace...

Your hands come to rest over my ears, your fingers
cradling the back of my head. You mesh my thick hair
in your grip as you seize me gently but firmly. I
yield myself up at your touch, surrendering my will to
yours. Gentle waves of pleasure are washing through me
now: the joy of my submission to my honored Master; my
profound, unshakeable trust as I give myself up into
his hands, knowing that he has absolute power over all
that I am...

I kiss the head of your cock with lips puckered wide
-- long, deep kisses, wet with desire. You groan again
-- your hands push my head tenderly but irrestibly
forward. Your voice comes forth, a whisper rough with
passion:

"Suck me, bitch. Suck my fucking cock."

I open my mouth. Your cockhead wedges itself between
my lip and tongue, forcing its way in. You lift your
hips slightly and the head plunges inside, filling my
mouth with your taste as it bulges against my palate.
Pushing my head lower, raising your hips, you begin to
work your shaft into my throat. Your flesh is dry and
does not slide easily -- it drinks the moisture from
my mouth to lubricate itself -- but my mouth is
watering so, that you are soon slick with my wetness.

A long, low groan escapes from your lips as your head
pushes into the back of my throat. My mouth is open so
wide that it feels I might dislocate my jaw... I gag
as your head tickles the back of my throat and you
pull back.

"You want it all, don't you, slut?" you whisper with a
smile. "Tell me how much you want it."

You pull your cock out. It stands enormous and
glistening before my dazzled eyes. It seems even
larger than before, as if it has grown inside my
mouth. I look over the head to gaze up at you, my eyes
alight.

"Please, Master, give it to me," I beg desperately.
"I'm so hungry for your beautiful cock... I need to
suck it... it tastes so good... please feed it all to
me, kindest Master, please let me suck you... I want
to make you cum in my mouth, I want to swallow all of
you, every drop...."

You smile down, taunting me. I dart my head forward,
mouth open, trying to put you back inside, but you
pull away. I pout with frustration; you laugh and grip
your cock, smacking it once, twice, three times on my
lips and cheeks. Each time it lands I strive to kiss
it, but it is drawn away too fast...

"You're a whore, aren't you, Cherry?" you tease. "Tell
me you're a whore."

"Oh, Master," I agree, writhing now with lust and
passion. "I am such a fucking whore. Master knows what
a cheap fucking slut his bitch is!" My voice drops to
an intense, desperate whisper as I plead with you:
"Please, Master, won't you treat me like a slut? Treat
me like a fucking slut!"

"Prove to me what a good little slut you are, Cherry:
suck my cock... and make me cum."

I jump forward, I am so eager, and take your stalwart
tool into my throat, my lips locking around the shaft.
Bracing my hands on your thighs, I plunge my head up
and down, sucking you... I love the way your cockhead
rubs back and forth over my tongue and palate... the
salty taste of you in my mouth... the texture of your
stiffened flesh slipping over my rounded lips. Your
shaft slides silkily in and out, glistening with the
warmth and softness of mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you taste
soooooooo good....

Your hands are in my hair, holding tight, pushing me
down again each time I come up. I feel tension growing
in your fingers... you're getting close! I work
harder, bobbing my head even faster, my lips gripping
tighter to increase the friction. The sounds of your
joy fill my ears: deep, guttural, masculine groans of
delight. I love to make you feel so good...

A buck of your hips, driving you deep into my throat.
Your fingers lock in my hair, pulling almost
painfully. You bellow like a wounded bull... and the
sticky stream of your seed gushes into my throat. I
gulp frantically as my head flies up and down,
swallowing as much as I can, but some escapes my lips,
running down the sides of your pumping cock...

You sink back against the couch, shuddering, as I
swallow the last flowings of your ecstasy. My head
slows; I pull off, smiling at the gratifying sight of
your glistening cock: drained of its tension, it is
already starting to lose its rigidity. As you sigh
softly above me, stroking my hair, I think with pride
of the gift you have given me: it seems I can feel it
in my belly, suffusing me with its warm glow...

I bend my head to your lap, licking up what I was not
able to swallow. As I feel the limpness in your body,
your peace and relaxation, I know that this is a
service that I must perform more often....

Just before I begin my bath ,I remember how I was in
somewhat pain several nights ago. I had been forced
to work late at my job downtown and had not been
home to prepair Master's dinner or be ready for sex
when he was ready for me. When I came in breathless
and tired at 9PM Master was waiting for me in a dark
living room, the dog collar and leash in his hand.
My clothing was soon on the floor in a rushed dis-
robing and I was on all fours with the collar tightly
around my neck. Master walked me into the den where
I was given a severe butt spanking with his hand and
his favorite paddle: an old hairbrush of mine. My
ass stung for an hour and I had trouble sitting down
next day. Friday is a day when I am forbidden to wear
any underware to work and Master has altered my bras
with the tips cut out so my nipples show under all of
my blouses and tight tops but the bra does not count
as it supports my 34D breasts and is a means to
humiliate me at work. I was terribly embarrassed and
humiliated every day at first, as the male workers
seemed to hover around my desk and my face must have
been very red all day. Now I have gotten use to it
and most of the guys have stopped asking if I was cold
or just very excited. I suppose I have a reason for
acting mad at Master but I do not. Being submissive
and loving him and the humiliations he thinks up for
me gives me a thrill to hurry home to him and picture
the scene of me on my knees before his spread apart
thighs and my lips slowly sinking down his throbbing
erection and his look of pleasure that I am creating.

damn
 

damn........ all these stories are HOTT :hyper:

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i don't have fantasies at the moment...

does anyone else have stories??

Hockey and hockey players have always been a turn on for me, so my fantasy involves both. I'm at the game and my fave team wins. Somehow, my fave player ends up alone in the dressing room and I find myself there with him, in the empty dressing room. I'd start taking his gear of when he's sitting on the bench and then give him head. After awhile I'd end up sitting on top of him and riding until we're both on the brink. Then we'd move to the showers (which in my ideal fantasy are totally clean and germless hehe) and all the showers would be on and we'd have wicked sex on every position in the showers. The other variation on this is having the locker room not be empty, but full of other players. Maybe even mulitple players. Hmmm.

I also like the idea of sex with a stranger. Like you catch eyes with someone and it's like you both can't help yourselves and end up having wild passionate sex without even exchanging names.

*edit* As for sex in the elevator, I almost got away with this a nightclub/event centre once. We stopped the elevator and were going at it when the staff started it back up and kicked us out of the club. It was pretty hot though...

I hope this is safe to say considering the forum here...but...I think I need to go get a towel!

Hey my post was removed. Did I say something wrong? Here, I'll post it...once again...

About a semester ago at my college I had this really hot Asian teacher. One day I was finishing up my midterm and I was the last student in class, and she was just there at her desk grading papers. It was around 6:00pm and the classroom is in the basement of a building. It was kind of dark inside the classroom since we see a lot of slide shows of art history.

So I was thinking as I was finishing up my test, my fantasy hee hee. I pictured walking up to her desk with my completed paper in my hand and about to hand it to her. She looks at me, and I look at her for several seconds that seem like an eternity. Right in the eyes. And then we just start going at it. We start kissing vigorously. Everything is becoming intense so fast. I shove everything off her desk onto the ground and lift her up on the table. Then I take off her sexy blouse and rip off her enticing skirt. I tear my shirt off. Then I just straight up slam her right then and there. She moans as I proceed to penetrate her. She claws on to me with force, letting me know how she wants it. So that's how I give it to her. She smells so good it's almost unbearable. The experience is rough, but very pleasurable at the same time. It may be indecent of us since I'm 18 (at the time) and she's 29, but we don't care. We just want this one moment for ourselves.

This thread is qutie arousing I must say. My sexual fantasy was somewhat derived from a song though. The singer Edwin McCain has a song, "I'll Be." A part of the lyrics are "rain falls angry on the tin roof, as we lie awake in my bed." I have always liked the sound of that.

I would love to just have a guy who knew exactly what my sexual fantasy was and would make it happen.

He would lead me outside on a warm summer day while it's raining and lay me down in the grass and gently begin to kiss me and partially undress me. I would prefer to be wearing a dress in which case he could pull the upper half of the dress down and pull the lower half up for easy access. Pushing all of my buttons, kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear, caressing my breasts, sucking my nipples, the works. Then he would proceed to pull me near and begin having the most passionate love I have ever had. But as things progress I would want it to start storming and lightening in which case we would stop and go into the house, preferably a cute, little country cottage with a tin roof.

After we get inside, he would lead me to the bed where he would pull my soaking dress off and lay me down. There we would continue untill I have had multiple orgasms and am exhausted then he would finish and we would lay in bed togeter in each others arms and fall asleep listening to the rain on the tin roof.

A few years ago my boyfriend at the time was helping one of our friends get a field ready to plant some barley. I'd go out and ride the tractor with him and even drive it. This really turned me on, I got to thinking how hot it would be to have sex on a tractor. People driving by while you are plowing the field and having sex, the rows in the field are all jagged. I didn't ever build up the courage to do it though seeing as how it was a friends tractor. Lately though I've had the desire to do it on a tractor again. A few weekends ago I was up at my sisters boyfriends property for a bon fire and asked the guy I am sort of seeing if he wanted to do it on the tractor and he said no thanks. I was so bummed, one of these days my fantasy will come true

omg.where to begin......... ok
one of my bigest fantasies is to buy a full legenth trench coat the whole leather corset and panties whe big dimond fish nets and some black stripper thyhigh boots...... go to my boyfriends work with several goodies in my bag*handcuffs,whip cream, cherrys,ties and the no brainer blindfold* go into his store when hes working alone wearing all my leather wear uner the coat with my hair up and a pair of shades on walking up to him asking him for his help with something and right when hes not looking blindfold him and shove him into the handycapt dressing room shoving him on a chair with my heals not digging but enough to let him know whos the woman.....cuffing him down to the chair then whispering in his ear do u know why you are in here? ive been told that you are bad and thats not exceptable then whiping him lightly ripping off his clothes kissing and biting every inch teasing him with the cherrys and whipcream flickering my tounge and tounge ring....slowly removing the blindfold ripping off my treanch coat to reveal my sexy devilish wear! dancing and teasing him right in that dressing room not caring who or what costomer comes in..................DAm dam i must do that!

Wow, this is the winner in this thread for me. Something like that would be so hot to actually be a part of.

I have saved this story on my computer for future... erm, use. :thumbsup:

This sounds marvelous. I like that song lyric as well. There are always times for dirty, aggressive sex; but just now, tender and gently erotic is appealing. Good stuff.

Heh, I looked for this thread to give it a bump and I find I was the last one to post in it.

So now it's bumped. Let's hear some more, or some updates. :D

Firstly RonRyan85 that was sooo hot

I have a few so I'll just post them seperately.

Warning EXTREMELY long - also contains typoes and numerous grammatical errors

I walk hesitantly into the room not sure which is stronger the anticipation or the terror at what's about to come. I don't know what to expect except from his promises that I will be satisfied by the end of the night. I notice my hands are shaking and clasp them in front of me not wanting to show any signs of my fear or my excitement, by now being here knowing he is standing behind me his eyes examining my legs through the sheer stockings and the way my heels prop up my ankles emphasising the muscles in my calves and the tininess of my feet the two have merged so completely even I don't know what I am feeling any more.

"May I take your coat my dear"

His voice comes from behind me startlingly close as he reaches his arms around my waist, his hands pale against my black coat and the black sleeves of his shirt, and undoes first the tie then the buttons running down the front of my only real garment of the evening. I had ofcourse dressed as per his instructions my desire to please him greater then my fear of being pulled over on the way here. With his sliding the coat off my shoulders I'm therefore left in nothing but a black lace bra, garter and panty set, the lace and mesh so sheer that the size and shape of my hard pink nipples can be easily seen through the material. The black material combined with the dim lighting of the room makes my skin look even paler so I appear a study in contrasts the black of my clothing and hair against the white of my skin, the only spot of colour being the dark purplish red of my lipstick. His large rough hand trails down the length of my spine to cup my ass and squeeze gently

"Beautiful"

his breath whispers in my ear the words barely heard.

"You may assume the position"

I move forward knowing by now the way to his bedroom, while we have never taken things to this length before it is hardly the first time I have met him. Entering the room I approach the fourposter bed and raising my arms place them against the top bar visible as the canopy has been moved to the corners. He comes up behind me and shifts my arms so they are diretly above my head before tying them in place with the gold rope used to hold the canopy curtains, it's feels smooth and cold against my skin. Despite myself and my surety that I was ready to take this step with him I can feel my breathing start to quicken and feel my breats encapsulated in the bra start to move quickly, I can see he has noted this to as once my arms are firmly lashed he moves around infront of me for the first time that night, his fully clothed form makes me feel more vulnerable in my near nakedness. His hands raise and trace my features, eyebrows and lids slipping down the angle of my nose and my cheekbones to my lips where they linger, one finger seperates my lips and teeth to play with my tongue his flesh warm and salty in my suddenly dry mouth, the other continuing down to my collarbones. I don't know whether that hand is tracing letters or numbers or just random patterns but the goosebumps he leaves in his wake seem to amuse him a small smile twisting his lips.

"So very responsive"

His finger withdraws from where it had remained teasing my tongue and I can't help but follow it slightly with my head a small disappointed noise leaving my throat against my will at the loss. His hands quickly unsnap the front closure of my bra my breasts spilling free, his hands are just able to contain all of them with my arms raised above my this way. He toys with them tracing patterns around the aerole and flicking my nipples til I start shifting trying to ease the burning pressure between my thighs then dips his head to suckle and nip at them til every motion of his tongue or teeth or fingers draws an involuntary noise from me. He withdraws suddenly the air cold on my nipples, I swear they're hard enough I could cut glass with them aching for his touch to return, instead he moves over the other side of the room and rolls out a small table on wheels, as it comes closer I can feel my heartbeat and breathing icnrease. The table holds a variety of whips, dildos, clamps, even what appears to be a needle suitable for piercing. He waits watching my wide eyes letting me examine what he plans for me for the evening before stepping around behind me and tying something over my eyes, I can now see nothing but it feels like the items on that table are burnt on the back of my eyelids I cant stop seeing them.

"P .. please don't"

My voice is whispery and quiet knowing it will anger him if I speak without having permission and I can tell from the halt of his hands which had been leaisurely rubbing my ass that it has indeed done so.

"I see if you can not obey a simple instruction to keep silent I will simply have to gag you"

His hands now hard as steel grasp my lower jaw forcing my mouth open and inserting something, I can feel the strap going around my head and his hands fiddling with something at the back fixing it in place, careful exploration with my tongue reveals that the gag is ring shaped allowing me to make noise but not form words or close my mouth. The feel of metal against my hip make me freeze. it's slides along and up under my garter belt slicing through my panties, I can feel them drop on that side before the procedure is repeated on the other and the flutter to the ground. His fingers are suddely at my pussy, no warming up strokes no rubbing but a sudden intrusion and yet oh so satisfying.

"Why, you little slut you're positively dripping for me"

His hand withdraws and moves up to my breasts, ocne again wetness on my nipples makes them contract in the cold of the room but this time it is my own juices rather then his saliva. Once he seems certain that my nipples are as hard as they are possibly going to get he ceases playing with them. I'm left in the silent darness, I have no idea hwere he is, I didn't hear him leave but due to his hatred of footwear inside his own house, excluding the high heels he has a fetish for ofcourse, I very rarely ever hear him move. Just as I am about to move my head and try to raise the blindfold I feel a sudden sharp tightness on my right nipple, a small noise is wrenched from my throat barely dying before a similar noise escaes upon a similar sensation clamping down on my left nipple. It feels like they're being bitten, hard, but the sensation is not fading rather lingering til I can feel the consistent ache which signifies that blood circulation has ceased to those parts of my body, almost a relief until he flicks one and it come burning back into a burning sensation that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. His chuckle at my reaction, an instictive jerking away which ofcourse only makes my breasts move more and intensifies the sensation is quickly folowed by a series of burning trails upon my back felt before I hear the crack of the whip. This goes on until my breasts, stomach and back feel like they're on fire and I am sobbing though I can't tell whether it is from the pain or the knowledge that one touch to my clit at any time and I will orgasm harder then I have in my life to date. His hands rub my burning ass soothingly before descending to tease my entrance, I'm so close and yet so far, tears of frustration pouring from my eyes to wet my blindfold, I can hear myself begging for orgasm, for release, for pain, I don't even know anymore the words twisted by my gag

"Peez .. peez... oh peez uth 'et 'e cu'"

Something larger is slowly working it's way into my pussy, oh so slowly, no sudden movements which might start off an orgasm but a gentle insertion until it sits against my cervix, there and yet not enoough, despite the invonluntary movements of my hips, his hands work around my waist and I relise after a few minutes of him not touching me that he must have fixed it in place somehow as it stays lodged deep inside me. The ring of the doorbell sounds loud in my ears and I can hear him curse under his breath before he strokes a hand down my still burnign back.

"I'll be back shortly, don't go anywhere"

I can hear footsteps approaching the room, loud after like hours later to my tortured mind of the only noises being my sobs and the crack of the whip.

"Oh my God"

That's not his voice ... it's higher, not womanly definitely a mans voice but it doesn't ruffle my senses like velvet rubbed the wrong way the way the voice of my master always has.

"As for your tip, you can have a few swings at that delectable ass if you like"

A hand touches the ass in question gently, hesitantly, obviously not my master, running over the welts left by the whip and down the straps around my waist to trace a circle around where the dildo enters my body. It withdraws before it touches what I need most and then comes back down hard on my ass reigniting it making my back arch and my legs collapse in the sudden welter of painful pleasure my weight hanging purely from my arms. I don't know how long it goes on for but I know I have started begging again when the hand stops.

I can hear the two men exchanging words but my mind doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what they're saying. Shortly after my master begins tracing the patterns of the welts that liberally decorate my body

"So little one, do you want to cum?"

I answer him the best I can my voice broken from screaming and still muffled by the gag. He undoes the strap around my waist and eases the dildo out from me, I can smell my own arousal suddenly strong in the air. With a sudden thrust he's inside me, not as big as the dildo but warm and moving and alive, his breath is warm on my ear and I know he can feel my pussy clenching around him so close until his hand comes around and sharply pinches my clit and I'm there and it's pain and pleasure and everything is a hundred times more intense, the feel of him inside me the remaining burn from the welts and my still captured nipples, the smell of my arousal mixed with his and the wet slap of his loins against mine and my own voice harsh from continued use crying out in ecstasy, without even waiting for it to end while I am still at the peak of that wonderful terrible feeling his hands come up and release my nipples the rush of blood combining with everything else and it's all over whelming and everything in life that makes it worth living seems summed up in those few moments before it all fades to black.

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i personally have quite a few of fantasies but the one i favor most, i feel is a little bizzar. i know this forum was started by a guy but, its really a womans reply that i want. no to the point. i have always wanted to take part in watersports but, my g/f finds it a little strange and, so does just about n e other woman that i have talked to about it. but what do u guys think am i f*ckin weird, or is it ok? am i the only one or, have you heard of this before? :confused:

Now this is something I really enjoy reading general sex and swingers stories
I love stories of all kinds but I'm partial to the exhibitionist stories when written by real people. There is nothing that gets my juices flowing like a couple really good stories...wow

Very nice it got me going and now I want to read some more....LOL

Mine are fairly standard...

- Group sex with just me and other females

- MFF threesome, and watching my boyfriend fuck another girl

- Sex with another woman

- MMF threesome

I've had a threesome before but it wasn't EXACTLY a threesome. It was with another female.

I wanna touch a girl.

I've had three types MMF, FFM, MFM but I never did an FMF and I've actually had about 12 threesomes over the years

I'd love to have more but there's a lot of emotional aspects that I'm not ready for. It's so odd. I can fantasize about my boyfriend having sex with another female, yet I could never actually handle the reality of it.