Your Fantasies (vol. 1)

Last week I asked you all to send me your fantasies – the ones that really get you off. I asked not because I wanted to collect more wank material of my own (though y’know, nice side benefit), but because I find it fascinating to read both what gets people horny and how they choose to describe it.

A whole bunch of you responded to that blog post, and today I’m publishing the first set of fantasies. There are nine in total, and unsurprisingly they cover all manner of kinky, filthy, just plain sexy scenarios. Some were sent to me by other bloggers, but others came from people who’d never previously written about the things that turn them on. Reading through each one was an absolute joy, and I’m glad I get to share them here too.

Whether or not this becomes a regular/occasional feature will largely depend on you lot, so if you have a fantasy that you want to write up, or if you’d like me to pass on any comments to the authors below, please do get in touch – I’d love to hear from you.

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#1 (R, 25)

I want two men.

I want two men at once. I want to be completely overwhelmed by the sensations of two sets of hands on me at once, of two mouths, of two cocks; I want to be screaming and swearing and limp with the absolute pleasure of it, 100% more than it makes me scream already.

I want them to be rough with me. I want there to be an understanding that I’m there to play with, to be led, to have my pleasure entirely at their hands. I want to be slapped and spanked and ordered around, I want them to co-ordinate themselves to make me incoherent, and to look at each other and laugh when I try to muster a sentence.

I want them to talk to each other – comfortable, as a team. “She’s got a tight little cunt, hasn’t she?” “She has, but she can take more fingers – look at her, she’s begging for it.” I want to be objectified and teased and fucked with the full knowledge that I trust both of them completely with my body and my limits.

I want to be left aching and used and covered in spunk and flushed with smug pleasure that two gorgeous, talented men are hard and eager and naked just because of me.

I want two men. Can I have two men, please?

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#2 (Miss Peach, 31)

Sunday.

Brown sugar and raw honey, that’s my secret. My DIY body and face scrub, followed by pure vitamin E oil.

You’re on the sofa watching Match of the Day 2, when I walk in wearing one of your T-shirts and black boy shorts. Saying nothing, you hand me a glass of wine, it’s a Cote Du Rhone Villages, your favourite. I sit on the sofa with you, resting my legs over your lap. Immediately you put your hands on my thighs, still a bit wet from my shower but you don’t mind, you love the way they feel. The way your hands glide up and down effortlessly always makes me smile. Of course I do my Sunday scrub for me, I take pride in looking after myself but there’s a small part of me that does it for you. For this.

Your hands keep exploring my thighs, my smile remains, your eyes are still on the telly. I take my last sip of wine and put the glass down, I want your hands on my ass but I’m trying to be patient. You look over and tell me you love how soft my skin feels, I bite my lip. Leaning over to kiss me, you pull my shorts down and give my ass a squeeze. That always does it. Always gets me wet for you. I spent all that time in the shower thinking about you eating me, I’m praying that you don’t make me wait.

You get up off the sofa and kneel in front of me, I can’t control my smile, it’s never this easy with you. You raise my legs up and place them on your shoulders, I’m so wet and horny it’s ridiculous. I want your tongue on my clit so badly I could scream, or cry or beg.

“I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy the whole time you were in the shower”

Fuck!

Now I want you to fuck me but you knew what you were doing when you said that.

I close my eyes, your tongue always feels so fucking good!

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#3 (Anonymous)

Mountain road. Dusk, end of a long day. I’m wearing a white cotton men’s shirt, sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned so it almost shows my bra. A hitchhiker. Late 20’s, tallish, lanky, dark hair, clean shaven. American accent. We chat normally. I can feel his eyes wandering to my tits (even bigger in this fantasy than in RL). Chat stops. I adjust my hands on the wheel, while doing that, rub the left nipple with my arm. I can see him in my peripheral vision, openly staring. I move, my hardening nipple now visible through the fabric. He moans. I smile without looking at him. His breathing audible over the engine. I wait a bit. ”Like what you’re seeing?” Stifled ”Yes”. I laugh a little. ”Are you hard?” ”Yes.. very…” ”Are you wet yet?” He moans again. I rub my breast openly now, undo more buttons. ”Put your hands on your knees.” ”Yes ma’am.” ”Good boy. Have a thing for big tits? Older women?” ”God, yes…” He’s pretty much panting. ”Wanna touch yourself?” ”God, yes, yes, please…” ”No.” I pull my shirt off the shoulder, expose the sheer bra and its content. ”You may touch me. Right hand. Fingers only.” ”I… I… I can’t… I…” ”You think you’d come if you do that?” Muffled mhhhm as if he was biting his lips hard. ”I want you to. It turns me on. Touch me. Feel how hard my nipples are.” He reaches out, brushes my nipple briefly. I glance at him, head thrown back, both hands back on his knees, wet stain spreading on his jeans.

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#4 (Elle, 31)

The solid weight of him on top of me, pinning me down, forcing me into the pillow. How it feels so good to be bound, unable to move, thinking about nothing but him fucking me harder. Sitting in a pub beer garden with his hand on my knee, knowing it’s moving higher, squirming in anticipation as he slips his fingers insides my knickers and feels how wet I am, how I’m embarrassed, and terrified of someone seeing, but desperate for his fingers inside me.

The first time I tried anal sex – the hot flush as we even talked about it, horniness fighting embarrassment, the overwhelming feeling of being full – stretched more than I’d ever felt before. The whole world receding to just feeling him inside me, and not even knowing if it hurt, or felt good, but just needing it more than I thought I’d need anything. Hearing him whisper the words ‘good girl’ into my ear.

The first date where after hours of laughing, he leaned into my neck, bit me, and announced we were going home to fuck now. Lying sticky, covered in his come, thighs burning, delirious from coming so hard.

The sting of a riding crop, on my arse, thighs, feet. Being pushed over a bed, held by my hair, slamming his cock into me so hard it nearly takes my breath away. That feeling of just wanting that little bit more, to fit in more fingers, to fuck me a little harder, to push my boundaries further.

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#5 (E, 23)

Normally I’m the star of the show in my fantasies; after all, these are my fantasies and why wouldn’t I have the starring role? But there is one fantasy I wank to regularly where I’m not the centre of attention, where it’s not all about me. In this fantasy, I don’t even get fucked…instead I watch someone else get fucked. I watch guys get fucked. Two guys go at it right in front of me.

I picture them both as not completely straight guys, they’re more curved, shall we say? Maybe even bisexual. In my fantasy the guy that is getting fucked has never had a cock in his ass before, whilst the guy doing the fucking has. This fantasy is made even hornier for me when the guy (we’ll call him Man 1) getting fucked is someone I have fucked myself. A guy I have plugged before, and fucked with a strap on previously and now I get to see first-hand how he takes a real cock. A big cock. Size is important here and I want Man 1 to be fucked by a thick, long cock. Bigger than any dildo he’s ever had before.

I sit back and watch as these two guys suck each other, make out, tongue and finger each others’ ass, and fuck.

I might wank, I might play with my cunt, I might finger myself or fuck myself with a dildo whilst I watch. I might not. This part of the fantasy can change often. Sometimes I am too enraptured with the delicious display of the male body that I do nothing but watch, and examine every little detail.

Now and again I might commentate, if you will, asking Man 1 how it feels to have a hard cock deep inside his ass for the first time. I might tell him to watch me, watch him get pounded, or I might order him to take a load of come down his throat and describe how it tastes for me afterwards.

Both guys will fuck, and suck, and lick, and spit, and play and spunk whilst I watch, a cameo in my own fantasy. Just this once at least…

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#6 (Louise, 28)

The room phone rings just as I finish drying my hair.

“Are you ready?” “Yes.” “Good.”

A tap at my door. I let him in, looking up at him and directly meeting his green eyes. He’s so much taller than me and I love it- the feeling that he could back me into a corner at any minute and take what he wants. He looks smart, ready for dinner with our colleagues in the executive lounge later. I am wearing what he told me to earlier- exactly nothing, under the soft hotel robe. He gives me a quizzical glance, and I let this fall to the floor.

He looks me over appreciatively, and leads me to the window. It’s floor to ceiling, and the lights of Shanghai stretch out beneath us.

“Stand in front of the window, arms above your head.” I do as I’m told, clasping my hands together the way I would if I were performing, thumbs crossed over my palms. The posture comes naturally to me, lifting my breasts high and elongating my body under his gaze.

“Good girl.” He lets me stand there for two minutes or so, breathing deeply and staring out at the view as I feel my body start to react to the exposed stance. My pussy begins to tingle and throb between my slightly parted legs.

The first spank, when it comes, is a shock and I nearly lose my balance, recovering only at the last moment. I am prepared for the next, tightening my core to remain rigid and in place. I lose count of how many I receive, registering only the spreading warmth on my buttocks and the growing wetness between my legs.

Suddenly, he stops, trailing his fingers lightly over the soreness he has created.

“Get dressed, I’ll see you in the lounge in ten minutes.” I hear the door click shut behind him.

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#7 (S, 51)

I’m waiting for him to arrive. When he does he fills the room with his presence. Big and strong, with huge powerful thighs and large rough hands, he is every inch the rugby player.  First he pulls me to him, tips my chin with his finger and kisses me softly on the lips.  This deepens as his tongue probes me and he growls.  He grabs me and throws me to the bed as he pulls out his hard, throbbing cock, god it is just huge and red and juicy. He holds me down as he pulls off my panties, parting my legs with his knee and thrusts into me with that huge cock.  ‘I’m going to fuck you hard and cum inside you’ he whispers hoarsely at me. I can hear the need in his voice. He fucks me vigorously for a couple of minutes, then tenses and pours himself into me, shuddering and groaning.

Then it’s my turn.  He pulls out quickly, cum dribbling from his still erect cock. And starts to finger fuck me with two, then three fingers, squelching his cum in and out, up and around my clit and pussy lips. And I buck as I start to orgasm while he practically fists his cum into me.

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#8 (Aiden)

Mine involves public play, two internal remote vibrators (cunt and anal) and a couple to whom I submit. I must say the fantasy varies as to whether its two other women or a woman and man. So my idea is to go out to dinner or drinks, wearing a dress, no panties and the two vibrators. The couple each have one of the remotes to turn on and off at will. Watching while I orgasm or come close to orgasm in a group of people and attempt to keep my composure. They have me strike up various conversations with others at the bar while they torment me. I’ve dabbled just a little with public play and this really takes it up a notch for me. My love of submission and fear of being caught does very exciting things to my body.

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#9 (Edward Cantor)

My heart is pounding. I find my way to the address I’ve been sent. Looking down at my phone I double-check both the address and the time. I take a deep breath, and I press the right button on the panel.

“Yes?” comes the distorted voice through the speaker.

“It’s me…,” I pause nervously. “It’s Edward, Mistress.”

The door buzzes, and I push it open. At her door, I knock. She pulls it open and her voice beckons me inside.

“Strip,” she commands. “Place your clothing and everything else in the safe there on the shelf.”

In goes my shoes, my clothing, as well as my wallet and phone and keys, now that I’ve no place to put them.

“Set the timer for 24 hours, tell me out loud that your consent to be mine for that period of time, then close the safe door.”

I do it. My lips feel dry as I utter the words, “Mistress, I consent to be yours completely for no less than 24 hours.”

Things move quickly for a while. She confirms that I’ve prepared myself as she had instructed, chatting with me as the collar is locked onto my neck, and the leather cuffs are buckled and locked on to my wrist and ankles.

I’m taken to the middle of her loft space, my wrists cuffed to a dangling chain over my head. Legs spread wide by a spreader bar. Her inspection is slow and taunting.

“Okay,” she purrs. “Here we go.”

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