I confess that I have fantasies about my wife being kidnapped and mercilessly abused and tortured by a psychopathic sexual sadist or a group of them. I love her and would never really want it to happen but the fantasy makes me incredibly hard. I love to imagine her being forced to suck cocks while getting her tits and pussy tortured. Sometimes I ask other pervs what they would do to her if they could and there was no consequence and get off when they tell me their sadistic fantasies about her. THe most sick and depraved responses turn me on the most.

My adult daughter moved back home with me after years of being on her own. She seems to do allot of things that tells me she wants to make love to me. But then I try to return her attentions and that is as far as it ever gets. I wish I had the balls to just grab her and give her my love, but sadly I do not. This girl is driving this old man crazy. Have not been this sexually frustrated since I was a we lad. It is nice to know my unit still works but a nice warm wet place to park it for the night would be a fantasy come true.

I am a 21yo guy but I really want to be a OLD schoolgirl. Am I the only one?

My sexual fantasies revolve around being this slutty little chick in high school. In my heart I'm the girl who jerks you off under the desk in class, who sucks your dick at break, who gets her tiny cunt fingered by the older guys at the back of the bus.

I'd love to feel a guy's hand slide up my legs, under my skirt. Feel his fingers invading my panties, knowing soon my tights and thong will be round my ankles and my short skirt pulled up and my tight little pussy full of dick.

I'd want him to cum deep inside and leave me to pull my clothes back on and go back to class with warm cum oozing into my knickers. On the weekends, no underwear at all, just a tiny top and a skirt so small its more like a belt. Hanging round with older guys, drinking cheap booze, knowing I'll be waking up in a strange bed with cum in my hair and dried onto my face.

Heaven. But it's impossible. Hey, a girl can dream...

Sister-in-law crush

I’ve had a huge crush on my sister-in-law since not long after I married my wife. I didn’t think about her that way until one day we were walking up the stairs to her and her husband’s apartment and I got a clear view up her skirt and saw a cute black thong underneath. That was 8 years ago when we were 21. Since then I can’t stop thinking about her in a sexual way whenever she’s around. We stayed at their apartment once when my brother-in-law was out of town and she let me and my wife sleep in their bed. It turned me on knowing I was sleeping on the same side of the bed as her and I found out her underwear drawer was right below where I was sleeping. Here’s where I start to go a little further. When no one else was around I found a sexy silky pair of her panties and couldn’t stop myself from shoving them straight down the front of my pants and wrapping them around my cock. The material felt so good especially imagining it was my sister-in-law’s (let’s call her H) tight pussy gliding up and down my rod.

Whenever they come to visit or vice verse I almost always take a couple opportunities to thoroughly rub her toothbrush all over my cock and ballsack, turned on by the fact that she’ll be putting that toothbrush in her mouth later that day. She’s had two kids now and my crush on her combined with my fetish for pregnant women just about drove me mad. I tried to steal glances whenever I could when she would be breastfeeding and got a quick glimpse of a nipple several times.

I’ve had dreams of her coming to visit and sneaking in our room and stroking my cock while hiding in my side of the bed, and others where I stand behind her, bend her over and slide my dick straight into her asshole. My biggest fantasy though, is having a threesome with my wife and her sister. When she comes to visit, 2 out of 3 times, she leaves husband and kids at home. They have had a difficult marriage at times and she has felt neglected in their relationship. I get so hard thinking about comforting her on one of her visits and bringing her into our room and pleasuring each other all night long. Thinking about the fact that her husband wouldn’t be the wiser and we could have three or four days of hot passionate threeway sex every time she came down to visit just about sets me off. I literally can’t focus when she comes around

There. Think of me what you will.

I come here without my GF knowing to get off on my MILF, mom and son, and anal fantasies. I am afraid to ask the GF to help me with my fantasies as she would freak out if she knew about me coming here. I am sexually dissatisfied in my relationship. She will not do anal.

I have a fantasy that the government would build a prison that is used to incarcerate only inmates that are either gay or open to participating in male to male sex acts. All staff at the facility would be male and same sex sexually oriented. Imagine how fun it would be. Mmmm.

I haven't gotten laid in a long time because of PTSD from a woman who really screwed me up. I thought I was in love with her. Anyway, after 2 years of disparaging and acting like a complete depressed fool, I was walking my dog and went to the dog park. I sat on a bench and let my dog run around and have fun.

As I sat there just taking in the cool winter fresh air - I noticed this woman casually glancing at me. I didn't know how to react, I had a few flashbacks of my ex so I just looked down at the ground and didn't want to make eye contact.

"Hey." I heard a sweet voice ask me.
I looked up, it was the woman that was looking at me. She was right next to me. I stood up and smirked.
"Hello."
"Hope I'm not disturbing you, I've seen you here before and I just wanted to say hi. My name is Lori."
I told her my name and shyly looked away.
"No you're totally not disturbing me. My dog has a lot of energy so, yeah I'm here a lot."
"Oh they can have way too much energy!" She laughed.
Anyway we made small talk and hung out for a good 3 hours until it got dark.
"Hey, can we exchange numbers?" She asked me, "I don't want to be too forward but - you're a nice guy I'd really like to get to know you."
We exchanged numbers and she went in for a hug, and I let her - I hugged her back. She smelled so good.
She was petite with short black hair, red lips and pink cheeks (the cold weather gave her a natural blush). I'm 6 ft 2 inches tall, and she's about 5ft tall. She had a nice frame that her winter jacket accented well.
A few days later after meeting her I get a text on my phone from her, "You want to get some coffee?"
So after I got out of work, I met her at a coffee shop and we really clicked well. It seemed we liked the same movies, the same TV shows, the same music... we hit it off well.
"Hey would you like to come over and watch a movie?"
She blushed, "Of course I would love that! I'll follow you in my car."

We got inside my house and we both decided to geek out and watch Lord of the Rings (we're both Tolkien fans). She sat next to me, and I put my arm around her and immediately she moved in for a kiss. I froze.
She pulled away and was a bit confused, "are you ok? Did I do something wrong?"
I shook my head, "no, it's not you - look I like you a lot, but I'm in therapy for PTSD because a few years ago my ex really damaged me... and it's not that I'm hung up on her, it's that my mind reverts to the trauma she's caused me."
She was silent for a bit, so I said, "And I totally understand if you want to leave, it's fucked up - I know."
She smiled and held my hand, "I'm not going anywhere - thank you for being honest with me. I like honest men."
Out of nowhere, "yeah I haven't dated in over 2 years, haven't had sex... nothing."
"Oh that's going to change, whenever you're ready I'm here for you."
My cock got immediately hard.
"I mean I'm ready but my brain acts stupid," I said chuckling and pointing at my cock making a tent in my jeans.
She chuckled, "well - I'll be honest with you too. I've had a crush on you for a long time and I kind of been stalking you, I know it sounds creepy... but I just couldn't work up the nerve to talk to you. I thought you maybe were married, or had a girlfriend."
"Yeah I've never had a stalker before, that's kind of sexy honestly," I laughed.
"I'd sit there and watch you and think to my self - why is such a nice guy so out of reach... I really didn't want to date anyone because I had this major crush on you so I was turning people down for dates!"
"I'd really like to get to know you, just understand that I do have some trauma and I'm still in therapy - I'm working on it."
"Can you tell me what she did? Or does it hurt too much?"
"Oh, I can talk about it. I've been talking about it with my therapist for two years! Where to start... Well I met her online, and we met. We hit it off really well. She'd come over, we'd have fun but eventually it turned into her programming me. We'd be having sex and she'd start calling me her husband, saying that she wanted me to cum in her to get her pregnant so we can make a baby."
I paused, reflecting back on it.
"Anyway, she'd look into my eyes while she was on top of me begging me to give her a child, calling me her soulmate, her husband... this happened over and over. One day at work I get a call, it's her telling me she's pregnant. She demanded to know what I wanted to do, if I was man enough to take care of her and the baby. I told her of course; I was happy and couldn't wait to start a life with her. I went home from work, and she was waiting outside of my house. It was a bit odd because she never showed up unannounced. She seemed different, but I didn't think anything of it. We went inside and she broke down crying. Then she punched me in the face. She turned into a wild woman, grabbing and pulling at my hair, clawing at my chest and throat screaming 'you ruined my fucking life! I have a husband, I have a child!'. I was shocked and then she calmed down, "I'm aborting the baby and you're going to pay for it. If you don't I'm going to ruin you. Every waking moment I'll be making your life miserable."
I took a deep breath, "and she did. She made my life miserable. She would call the police on me and pushed false allegations of sexual harassment, and even tried to tell the police I raped her. I took her to court, I won - but when she went away it's like I lost my mind. I wanted the baby, I wanted her, but everything was a complete mindfuck - including her being 'madly in love with me.'"
Lori listened intently, "Sounds like a complete psycho... that's a lot to go through. But hey, on a better note, I'd love practicing making babies with you when you're ready!"
We laughed and I leaned in for a kiss. My hand cupped her soft breast through her shirt as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Her hand unzipped my pants and stroked my cock.
"I---" I stammered.
"Shhh, lean back and enjoy it," Lori whispered.
Her mouth enveloped my hard cock, her head pumping slowly up and down. Lori would look up at me, and fondle my balls and continue working my dick with her mouth.
Lori pulled her top of, and took off her pants and undies. I pulled her head gently off my dick and laid her down and kissed her body. My fingers probed her hot wet pussy and she moaned. My mouth made it's way down to her pussy and my tongue slid inside and licked her salty wet clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair, calling my name.
"I'm going to cum!" and she did. I've never witnessed a woman squirt, ever - but she did - all over my face. I really didn't like the taste of it, it wasn't what I was expecting but it was a huge turn on.
"Lay back, it's my turn to make you cum," she said with a smile.
She mounted my hard cock and it slid in her. I didn't last long.
"Oh Lori, I'm going to explode!" I told her, I didn't know if she was on the pill or anything and suddenly, I was worried about getting her pregnant and started to panic. I tried pulling her off, but she pressed down harder and rode my cock harder.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not her, I'm me and I want my fantasy man to finish inside me. I want every inch of that cock deep in my pussy and I want every last drop of cum that you have in me too. Relax, feel me...."
I fucking came. I came and came. I came so hard it hurt. When she got off of me, cum was dribbling from her pussy, dripping on to me, and down her leg.
"Holy fuck," I said. She kissed me.
She spent the night, we fucked twice more. In the morning she had to go to work and so did I but we did meet up later on and I went to her place. I spent the night.
"So, are we a thing? Can I call you my girlfriend or what?"
"You better be calling me your girlfriend! Hell yeah we're a thing. If you ever have any concerns, you can always talk to me - I won't do you wrong like your ex did."
So I guess after 2+ years of being single, I now have a very sexy girlfriend. I have to confess that I'm still afraid, but also confess that Lori is way better in bed than my ex is - and I know I shouldn't even compare... but I think that's part of my psychological issues. And yes, I'm writing this as part of my therapy because I can't go on facebook and post shit like this... I just hope I'm not going to get fucked over again, I can't handle it - and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever been with.
Might delete later. peace.

Sometimes I lay in bed at night and fantasize about sexual things I want done to me by the person I'm currently with.... I think about being tied up made to beg him to stop,feel pain to a certain point... I want taken to a level that I have never experienced before.... I want to feel helpless in the sense most saybim nuts or crazy... But this is who I am....one fantasy I have is to feel help less rather tied up or not...and to feel the mental bondage.... I would love to take the bdsm to a whole other level..I want public play...there is nothing sexier then a helpless female....

I'm not really sure what else to say in this I'm new to posting boards and feeds

I'm really confused right now because I don't think I can fulfill my sexual fantasy... I've been in a relationship with my bf for 2 years now, and I think he will ask me to marry him soon.
I'm kind of a freak and I admit I'm a slut, or a slut wanna be.. I'm in a sorority and seeing all the girls go out and come back in the morning in a mess really turn me on, but I can't. I don't want to cheat on my bf.
My biggest fantasy is to have sex with a big fat biker guy, just some dirty dirty sex. My bf can't grow facial hair so it's hard to play it out with him, and he'd think I'm a freak if I tell him my fantasy. I just find it out hot to get picked up by one of those scary fat biker guy and taken to a motel or his trailer and get fucked in all holes... I haven't done anal but I would be willing to do it.
I'm pretty small and the idea of a big scary man overcome me and fuck me turn me on so much.. Im wet just writing about it.
Any guys out there fit this type? Any idea how I can make it come true?

There's this girl I've had a thing for, we've been friends for a long time and I finally got her to confess all her fantasies and sexual desires etc. She told me everything she even started masturbating while we talked. She admitted to wanting to have sex with me and even date me but she has a boyfriend. What should I do and how can I get him out of the way?

I got divorced almost three years ago. I am a female, in my late 30s, and I have been married for 15 years, so I married young.

He was my first, if you dont count a few innocent hs pettings, and our sex life was pretty non existent, for the last few years of marriage. I have relived myself, many times, and eventually got sucked into the world of erotic forums, porn sites etc.

After we split up, my libido just jumped through the roof, and my online addiction sky rocketed. I wanted sex so badly, I have caught myself having these indecent thoughts about men around me, at work, at the supermarket etc.

Why didnt I do anything?

I am affraid. I have had sex with only one man in my life, and I guess I was insecure, so I stayed locked inside this cage I have built for myself.

Through all this, I started chatting with this man, some ten years younger than me, via this erotic forum. It became a form of hotting, with words at starters. Then I sent him some photos of me, without face and clothed, he sent me his, and he is a handsome, handsome man, so handsome, that I have wondered what such a good looking man is doing sexting a woman like me.

It evolved, i sent him some bikini photos, than partial nudes, and full nudes at the end, and eventually we saw each other on cam.

It was so sexy. He was raining down on me with compliments, throughout all of this, how beautifull I am, how hot I am, and such things are nice to hear. LIttle digression - I know I look good, and my looks werent the obstacle for me to find someone to have sex with - it was the other issues, I discussed earlier.

So we continued with this for more than 6 months, and it was hot, so intense. He was so good at describing things, it was like living through an audio version of the best erotic story ever written. Him, talking, made me climax every time, but looking at him through the camera didnt hurt either.

And he was obsessed with my behind, always asking for me to show it, and if I did, he would climax almost immediately. He would always tell me how he wants me from behind, or in a reverse cowgirl etc, and it got me appreciating that part of my body, and I did become aware that it does look good for a woman of my shape and size.

Long story short, after almost half of year of this, one day he sends me a message that he is coming to my country on business (we both live in Europe - different countries), and that he will be in such and such hotel, room number ..., and gives me his telephone number, for me to call him, so we could go out for dinner and, who knows.

I decided not to go, not to call him, it was all fun, but one thing is a fantasy through the weil of some anonymity, and this would be something completely different.

I was fighting myself on this one, I wanted to go, but I was scared, really scared that I will ruin it, by meeting him. You have got to understand, this was a kind of a relationship for me, something I was looking forward, seeing him online.

He was staying there for three nights. On the second night, I called him at 1 a.m. My voice was... I was scared. Asked him if I can come over to his room.

An hour later, I was there, in leather pants (god, what was I thinking), and a bottle of wine. We started going at each other immediately, we were both so desperate. He ripped my blouse off of me, and went for my breast right away. I was on fire, ready to go, like I have had hours of fore play.

And as we started to undress, I remembered his fixation, so as he was laying on his back, I got on top of him, kissed him, then turned the other way. I have never had sex in this position, so I was a bit scared, but ready to go. He had a condom on... And he came after no more than 20 seconds.

My dissapointment was inmesurable. He did try to get me off, afterwards, but wasnt good at it, so I faked it. I excused myself, and lied to him that I will see him again tomorrow, and told him it was good, it was all I was hoping for.

Never saw him again, not in real life, nor online. But this awkward experience was an eye opener of sorts. What was I affraid of?

Two weeks later, I met a man of my age, also divorced, like me, and I am having the best sex of my life.

I think this whole experience helped me understand a few things about myself. And one thing is for sure, I lost years of my life, living of sexual scraps, from my husband, later on, from online erotica, but nothing beats the real thing, when it is done right.