I like to imagine being abducted by men and being sexually aroused with a variety of dildos until I'm begging for sex. Bondage usually enters into it. Repeated rape. People watching. Dirty words. Threats.
Shauna, age 35
Bisexual
Steady relationship, not live-in
Children
Master's degree
Psychologist
California, USA
My fantasy themes generally revolve around being tied up, spanked, nipple torture, flogging, anal sex, sex with strangers, sex in public, and sex with specific co-workers (damn, this one guy just exudes sexuality!). I think I'm more sexually sure of myself and am not afraid to ask for something that I want. Do this, do that . . . Also, I'm more willing to try new things and to have frank discussions about sex.
I have this recurring pirate fantasy where I'm held captive by a pirate and tied to the main mast. The captain flogs me and tortures me, and then fucks me using every available hole.
He lets all the other pirates use me and abuse me, and then takes me to his cabin and treats me like the lady I am, making love to me gently and lovingly. The only thing holding me back from fulfilling my fantasy is the lack of a pirate ship. Found the pirate!
Christina, age 41
Bisexual
Single, very sexually active
Children
Post-secondary education
Paramedic
British Columbia, Canada
I'm turned on by people that are kind and make me laugh. I have to admit that the sign of a large bulge in the front of a pair of tight jeans is also a big turn-on. Giving a man oral sex is an extreme turn-on for me too. I used to be very shy and very reserved. When I met my husband things were good and then after my kids left home I was just not happy. I was becoming more and more sexually frustrated and he was not interested. Now I'm single and find I am the opposite, almost to the extreme. I am very sexually active and just can't seem to get enough. I have also approached men directly for sex, which I would never have done.
I have had some tremendous sex and the size of a man's penis is not only a turn-on, it does make a di-erence, though I have had sex with one man who was very small and it was absolutely wonderful sex. I think one of the reasons sex with the smaller-equipped man was so good was that he spent so much time just having fun, making me laugh and he was a marvellous kisser and kissing is huge for me. He was also incredible at giving me oral sex to the point that intercourse was almost just a little something added on at the end. On the other hand I have had sex with big men that took time as well and the submissive feeling of submitting myself to a man that's big is intense for me. I was very well prepared by this one man, who was also a good kisser. He laid me down and moved up between my legs, which I opened willingly. He sucked on both my nipples, which was incredible, and he kissed me and looked at me and told me he was going to fuck me and come in me. The way he said that made me melt and, without waiting for a comment, he entered me slowly, but all the way, and he was very well hung. Feeling that big penis invade me and fill me was awesome. When I felt his balls pressing against me, he moved down again and kissed me fully and began slow short thrusts . . . my first orgasm was almost immediate. He picked up the pace and alternated from short to long deep strokes and talked dirty to me. The combination of all this was extremely intense, and he looked at me and told me when he was going to come inside me and that alone made me orgasm again.
I have also had sex with women. I find that to be very soft, very slow-moving and very erotic. I wouldn't say I prefer it to male/female, but it is di-erent and it is very erotic. I enjoy kissing a woman and, while I'm more submissive with a man, I seem to be a little less so with a woman. I'm not dominant, but more equal I guess.
I have also engaged in sex with a dog. A girlfriend of mine does it all the time and I finally watched. I think it was the amount of semen that got me as I do seem to be fascinated by semen. When she finally talked me into trying it, we had been playing with each other so I was very excited and 'horny'. She helped prepare things and got me relaxed enough to try, and I thought 'what the hell', so I got on my hands and knees and she got the dog up onto me. She guided him into me; at first it felt very hard and almost sharp, poking me. When he pushed a little harder, I felt his penis swell inside me and it was shocking. As the dog began to pump, he grew in me and I was beginning to feel very excited. The thrusting only lasted a few minutes, but at one point his penis felt huge; the 'knot' near the end of his penis penetrated me, and the dog pumped like mad. The entry of that 'knot' and feeling the penis swell enormously in me did make me orgasm and, shortly after, I could feel the dog coming in me, as a dog's semen is much hotter in temperature than a man's. Feeling all that 'hot' semen being injected into me caused multiple orgasms and I was out of control. When the dog stopped pumping, he remained in me for a few minutes and I could feel the hot semen oozing out of me, and I continued to orgasm. When he withdrew, my friend collected almost half a cup of semen that ran from me. Those were the most out-of-control orgasms I have ever experienced, but I don't tell very many people about that one!
While I have several fantasies, the one I seem to think of most often is a 'mock' rape where someone I don't know (but who is safe and friends with close friends of mine) takes me out and is very dominant with me. He seduces me until I am highly aroused, then forces himself on me, tears my clothes, blindfolds me and rapes me over and over. This man is also very wellendowed. While I am actively pursuing my fantasies, the 'rape' fantasy is one I have to be very careful of because I would have to know the person and script it out first. While I dream of a stranger, I know I could never relax and enjoy that.
Name withheld, age 51
Homosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Some college
Drug/Alcohol counsellor
West Coast, USA
I'm turned on by watching other people 'play': whipping, flogging, fisting . . . the aroma of sweaty leather, the feel of a whip . . . Control and overpowerment are the themes running through my fantasies. This has grown thanks to the inclusion of sex with a twist in my BDSM lifestyle. Experience and maturity have also made a di-erence in the way I approach life and sex. What holds me back is the fear of enjoying it. It's a matter of trust, and the desire to have it come true. Sometimes fantasies are best kept a fantasy.
In my favourite fantasy I'm being held against my will in order to be sexually seduced by three to five women . . . to get fisted, fucked and made to come until I can no longer come, totally spent . . .
Love Hurts
Name withheld, age 51
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Bachelor's degree
Writer
Oregon, USA
I'm currently turned on by rape, bondage and S&M with female tops. My fantasies generally involve two males. In my favourite fantasy, one man's face is between my legs, while the other is taking him in the ass. Preferably the man getting sodomised is straight. One or both is marked by my whip. The only thing holding me back from acting out my fantasy is that I haven't found the right second male.
Marilyn, age 47
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Some college
Writer
Ohio, USA
I was always very erotically attracted to older girls who had bad attitudes, or misbehaved somehow (but not tomboys, I always liked very pretty girls), and I was always erotically turned on by ideas of discipline, humiliation, and being dominated by them. This goes back to even when I was six or seven years old, and then just continued being part of my sexual make-up forever, only it eventually included men. Any time I saw pretty older girls in movies or on TV who were at all provocative in their behaviour, I fell in love with them. Pamela Franklin in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie comes to mind! I was hopelessly in love with her. But there were so many gir
ls I had crushes on back then, and also girls in real life – I was in love with most of my babysitters and privately wished they would punish me; I fantasised about it almost constantly. Yet, in reality, I was extremely well-behaved.
I have recurring fantasies about my girlfriend, where I relive B&D sex we've actually had together that has been really, really great. I fantasise about being able to take time off with my girlfriend (who I don't live with, btw; I live with a man), go to Paris and stay in my other girlfriend's apartment when she isn't there (!), then just have a ton of sex with my girlfriend. In real life, she is an insatiable top, and I am an insatiable bottom. So I fantasise that we have all the time in the world to exhaust ourselves with B&D scenes (and drink wine). I don't know why I always imagine that we do this in Paris, though! Or why it has to be in my other girlfriend's apartment when she isn't home. And I imagine there are all kinds of handy sex devices in the apartment too, like slings, B&D contraptions and stu-. My other fantasies frequently involve gang-bang-type scenarios, but not really brutal. More it's about being with five or six men at once of all di-erent physical types and races, who all instinct ively know every nuance of my sexual needs and desires. There's no need for any kind of talking. The communication and sexual rapport is instantaneous. There is a lot of domination because I am submissive, but the fantasy is not about brutality, it's about satiation without having to ask for it or justify what I want.
Name withheld, age 27
Bisexual
Single, moderately sexually active
No children
Degree
Housing
Glasgow, UK
In my favourite fantasy I'm in an old wooden house. Its doors and windows are broken and unhinged, the mosquito screens torn. The paint is old and peeling. The floors are unfinished wood and there's very little furniture. What's there is old and damp and ugly: a 1970s couch and Formica kitchen table, an old iron bed in each upstairs room with a mattress and no sheets or pillows. The house is out in the middle of nowhere, and grass is growing wild on the lawn.
There are a couple of versions of this. In one, I'm stranded there with several men who talk harshly to me. There is always one man who's talking, telling the others what to do. The others are silent, except for occasional observations about how I'm reacting to what they do. I'm dragged upstairs, tied to a bed or held down. I'm whipped and scratched. One man is ordered to pinch my nipples, one is ordered to scratch my thighs, one is ordered to whip my stomach, etc. The man who's the leader forces me to come, usually with his mouth. Just before I do, someone kisses me roughly, first on the neck, then on the mouth, so that I can't breathe. Sometimes it's this same scenario, but with only one man.
Another version is more playful. I'm in the same house with several people, women and men. But this time it's like a game to see how I'll react to what they do to me. There's always one person watching, usually a man, while it's usually the women who stroke my breasts, lick me, tease my pussy with their breath. Sometimes it's like a punishment for something, but I don't know what I've done. I can hear them talking about how hard I'm going to come.
Deanna, age 33
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Bachelor's degree
Writer
Texas, USA
I never considered lesbianism as an option until college, so I was always turned on by 'hair bands' and new wave acts. Actors, celebrities and rock stars were my turn-ons then. I envisioned sex within marriage or a long-term, safe relationship. Now my husband is a turn-on. Just being with him makes me excited, sharing our lives together and our family.
I love bondage. I am fine being the submissive or the domin ant. I have 'controlled' rape fantasies concerning beautiful female celebrities. I enjoy role-playing like naughty schoolgirl and hunky teacher. I also have a lot of lesbian fantasies as I'm married to a man and don't get to sample that aspect of my sexuality any more. I had that experience only once but have wanted to revisit it again and again.
In my fantasy I am in a dungeon, looking like Salma Hayek with overflowing breasts and long curly hair. I'm wearing a black leather bodice, flowing skirt with nothing underneath, and thigh-high boots. The area is dimly lit, with long black, red and white candles. There is a musky scent in the air reminiscent of patchouli. A beautiful Angelina Jolie-type woman lies on a table, naked, with her legs and arms spread apart. She is bound and gagged with red silk scarves.
I walk over to her and run my cat-o'-nine-tails along the length of her body. My husband is watching, breathlessly, in the corner. He is naked and bound to the wall. I am in complete control of the situation. I rub the whip against her breasts and thwack, thwack, thwack three times each. I then take my left glove off and knead her nipples, one by one, between my thumb and forefinger. She begins to moan and bites her scarf. I see the pleasure in her eyes so I bring my tongue to meet each nipple. I put them in my mouth and nibble, gently at first. I suckle her like a newborn babe and then bite down hard.
I release my grip and whack her again with the whip, this time harder and faster. She arches her back and pushes her back down. I step away from the table and return with clamps, which I fasten to her breasts. I twist them several times. Afterwards, I run the whip down to her lower abdomen. I strike her gently. I kiss and lick around her belly button and pelvic area, avoiding (on purpose) her genitals. I'm not ready to release her yet. I knead the soft flesh there and move my hands downwards. I reach her labia and gently open the folds with my fingers. I take my fingers and explore her insides. I find her clit and move my mouth down to nibble on it. I suck on it and lick it and run my tongue all over it. She urges me onwards so I stop.
I walk over to my naked husband in the corner, whip in hand. I strike him several times on the legs and hands. I then lean forwards to suck his hard cock. I lick him from tip to testicles and back up again. I take my hand, using a tightened up-and-down grip while sucking, until a little bit of pre-come flows into my mouth.
I release him and let him enter the beauty on the table. He is fully turned on and ready for action. I walk over to the girl, stroking her hair and breasts. I remove the silk scarf and kiss her passionately. After my husband spills his seed inside her, I get on top of the table and rub my hardened clit up against her. I leave my clothes on so she can feel the texture of my skirt. I lean forwards and kiss her again, undoing her hands. My husband undoes her feet.
Then we switch positions. They both bind me and strip me naked. They take turns exploring my body, making me come over and over again with their tongues and the various implements I have in my 'pleasure chamber'.
Ariel, age 44
Live-in relationship/marriage
Heterosexual
College
Writer
Nevada, USA
I think I've always been curious about women. They look like me yet every one is di-erent. On the other hand, I've always loved men and can't quite figure out how things would end up without a cock involved. My daydreams used to revolve around being hurt in some strange accident and saved by someone heroic (like in Starsky & Hutch or something) and falling into bed with my rescuer (which, having just been shot or something, seems unlikely now).
My first true sexual fantasy (other than dreaming about oral sex which I did for years before I ever imagined people did such things as 'kiss each other there') involved being kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, where people were touching me and undressing me and looking at me. I was a teenager and thought I was writing a short story. I got kind of alarmed at how it made me feel and got rid of it. But the idea of being out of control – when in real life I'm not usually – is still a distinct turn-on; it has just evolved into long, very detailed scenarios. After twenty years my husband still turns me on like anything. I love being spanked or tied up or told to do something. I love sex outdoors and don't get enough of it. I really love sucking on him and I like it when he just takes control. When I was youn
ger before we got together (we got together when I was 24 and he was 33) I was afraid of my fantasies. I thought it was weird to be interested in women when I was clearly fucking males (randomly in college for a while), or wanting to be spanked or punished or wanting kinky things like ice or heat or having someone use a belt on me. My husband is even more open than I am and we've explored a lot of my fantasies, though even after twenty years he has to pry them out of me slowly.
My fantasy is a kind of blend of domestic discipline and BDSM. I'm with a friend and we're talking about something I've done that I'm not supposed to have done, like buying something expensive or driving too fast (we live thirty miles out of the city and drive in together every day) and, as I'm talking, I don't realise that he's behind me. She suddenly looks over my shoulder at him and I freeze because I know I'm in trouble, but I figure he'll at least wait until my company goes home. But he doesn't; he tells me to come into the bedroom with him and tells her I'll be a couple of minutes. I protest and, even with him alone in the bedroom, I'm saying, 'No, you can't be doing this now, she'll hear us.' He tells me that I wasn't so concerned about him hearing my confession and that I have mere seconds to pull my pants down and get over his knee. I don't, of course, and he finally forces me, ripping off my shorts and panties and putting me over his knee and starting to spank me very hard. I'm squirming and protesting and saying, 'Don't. She'll hear us. At least wait till she goes home so she doesn't hear,' and he says too late, and I look up and she's there. I start shouting at her to go away, but she's curious about what's going on and comes in to watch and, of course, he lets her. I'm throwing a fit by then, calling her a bitch and swearing at him and he responds by restraining me, then turning my ass bright red. I'm thrashing so hard he says he has to calm me down and he has tranquilisers that are suppositories. She asks if she can put them in and I'm calling her a bitch and everything I can think of, but he restrains me and she slides them . . . slowly . . . into my ass and then, with his permission, gives me some stinging slaps. She says she doesn't like what I called her and can she wash my mouth out? He says yes, and she gives me a sliver of soap and he puts me in the corner to hold it in my mouth till it's gone and to stay there. The two of them leave the room together and when they come back for me, it turns out he's decided she's going to be my caretaker whenever he's gone; I have to answer to her. She's grinning like a cat that has swallowed the whole canary.
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