What are your most deeply held desires and dreams? What do you wish for in the future? Do you have any fantasies that you've always wanted to fulfill? Do you have any fantasies that you've always wanted to fulfill?

Really Want It Bad

Very happy married man with a delightfully sexy wife. We both have a very big oral fetish and probably get each other off by mouth more often than shagging. I have loved using my tongue between a girl's legs since I was a lad and my wonderful wife has been a swallowing slut forever.
Anyway, haven't had anything to do with friends or strangers lately and feeling the itch again.
I really get chuffed watching her licking a heavy ballsack and kissing her slick lips and titties.
She loves being made airtight and having me cheer her on, telling her how proud I am that she's such a hottie.

  • Consultant Is So Hot

    I'm on a break from a meeting with our new consultant at work. O my god, she is so frickin hot!!! Like super model hot. Like p*rn star hot. Late 20s, redhead, big perky tits, apple bottom, tight skirt. She looks like a redhead Margo Robbie. When she walked in, everybody's jaw dropped. She's teaching our firm about mergers and acquisitions. She keeps writing on the whiteboard and her tits jiggle when she does it. Her bra is struggling to contain her. So amazingly sexy. I haven't heard a word she's said. I've been fantasizing about "merging" with her.

    A Fantasy I Have

    I never understood women who want to have relationships with weathly men. Not to be hypocritical, I'm not saying i wouldn't love being with a millionaire man and live a luxury life with him. I would loved it.
    But there is something that it is even better.
    Being weathly myself and live alone in a massive mansion drinking and taking substances whenever i want.
    Inviting different young men every night and paying them to satisfy my sexual needs whenever i want for as long as i want.

    This fantasy probably never going to happen because i would never have so much money.

    I won't have relationship with a wealthy man either because even though what i said earlier, ethically i am against it.

  • If Only I Could Please Myself

    Im straight and happily married and not by any measure a narcissistic just to get that out the way. I've had these gay thoughts but none of them have ever been with other men, they've always been with myself. Is that even gay?

    I'm not attracted to other guys I know that for certain but I have always wondered what my owe touch would feel like beyond the sense of masturbation. I see myself in the mirror and know I would go a round with myself.

    I remember once asking a girl to let me fuck her in the butt and she replied "n***a when you take a dick as big as yours in your ass then you can fuck me in the butt" and since then I've wondered. What does my dick feels like when it slides in someone's ass? What would it feel like to have my own dick in my ass? Would hurt or feel good?

    There was another time a friend asked if "you could suck your own dick would you?" After giving it deep thought the answer is absolutely, because it would just be masturbation. But ever since then I've had this deep desire to suck my own dick so freaking badly. I'd finally be getting sucked just the way I like, it's so hard to find someone that can suck my dick just right. I've been blown by over a 100 women and of those only about 5 had made me cum from it, even now in my marriage of 5 years my wife has only made me cum 1 time from oral which sucks because getting my dick sucked is my favorite part of sex. Sometimes I just wish I could take over her mind and body so I can suck my own dick... the right way.

    After all these I thought maybe try a guy but I'm just not into other men at all, now that I'm married and monogamous I have been considering asking my wife to peg me with a clone dildo of my dick so I can see what that's like and maybe my wife will finally figure out how to make me bust(her head is good she just can't finish me for some reason)

    My Fantasy Of A Coworker

    Many very pretty BBW girls are made to feel self-conscious about their size and tend to dress down, not use makeup or do anything with their hair so as not to draw attention to themselves.

    Natalie is not like that. She's a very pretty BBW, always dresses nice, does her hair & makeup and always smells fantastic. Even though her office is at the other end of the building from mine I get to see her everytime she uses the ladies room which is right next to my office. I love watching her walk down the hallway with her amazing tits bouncing in her blouse. The view is even better when she's going back to her office. Her big ass is so inviting. I love when I have to show her something on the computer system. I get to stand behind her and get a full view of her cleavage and the smell of her perfume is intoxicating.

    I would love nothing more than to bend her over, grab a hold of her hips and just pound her until we both came.

    The only problem is she has a boyfriend and they seem very happy together. So for now I will just have to fantasize about her and jerkoff.

  • I Wish Masturbation Was Pleasurable Like It Was Used To Be

    Due to depression even masturbation seems indifferent and flat.
    I have almost zero pleasure when I masturbate.
    Almost nothing can turn me on. Sex drive is low. I don't even know what sexual fantasies i have to create in my mind so i could masturbate.
    When I was in my teens and early twenties an image of a big cock or a couple of people having sex was enough to get me wet and wanting to masturbate a lot. Back then masturbation was something that made me energetic and happy.
    But now i masturbate sometimes just because i have nothing else to do.
    Because nothing creates dopamine in my brain.

    Wife's Sister

    Does anyone have advice on how to fuck my wife's hot married sister?

    Fantasies Carry You Away To The Best Fucks And Best Orgasms Ever

    Back when I was a virgin I watched the movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger about Conan the Destroyer. The small white blonde girl was me then. So small compared to Arnold, and his big muscles. I was around fifteen and was pure as the driven snow. If only I could have been the princess and Arnold took my virginity. I dreamt of it and to be sure it wasn't a conversation thing, Arnold grabbed me and dragged me off to a spot behind the boulders and took my virginity away, over and over and over again, until I was a limp rag doll.

    I never told anyone about my fantasy but I had that fantasy for a long time. Later on I would fantasize with other big men, always big men, with square jaws who could hold you down against your will and go for it until you were left unable to move or speak, just looking up at them for what they had just done with you. But always a fantasy, nothing in real life.

    During my Senior year we had a Senior trip to Washington D.C. It was a bus trip, about ten hours from our town. In the back of the bus some of the older boys were getting it on with some of the girls, and every once in a while you would here an 'oh shit' or a 'you asshole, your going to get me pregnant'. The bus just kept rolling along, the chaperones up front minding their own business.

    A boy, I won't say his name, a great big line backer grabbed my neck as he passed by and lifted me out of my seat and carried me to the back of the bus. 'Get your pants off I'm going to fuck you'. Oh my, here it was, he had his dick out and it was so big I couldn't believe it and he was tearing at my top to get my tits out and another girl helped me get my pants off and I lay down on the back seat with my legs open, working on my top to get my tits out.

    It was wham bang, thank you ma'am. He didn't even grab my tits. He stood over, holding onto the back of the seats, with his wet dick hanging out. I wanted to touch it but didn't, not until he told me it was time to suck. I sucked him, and he got hard, and I leaned over the seat in front of me and wham, wham, wham he gave it to me again. Not Arnold, not even a thief or a desert sheik, it was a great fuck, and this time he pinched my tits.

    I was able to graduate along with all the other girls who had 'given it up' in high school. We wore it like a badge. There were some girls who never got picked out and walked on their graduation, their virgin pussies, shedding tears of disappointment.

    Years later, like maybe five, I was the smallest girl in the office and I told this man, a big man mind you, I always only talked to big men, about my dream of being the sacrificial virgin to Arnold in Conan. He laughed at me, and he poked me right between the legs and said that was my lucky day, he lowered his pants and told me to get ready, I was being sacrificed on the altar of Virgins, and I lay back on his desk. Oh God, he twisted my tits in his hand until they hurt, poked my hole with his index finger to see how wet and deep I was, he lowered his sword like dick against my slit and stabbed me right through, I felt it in my throat.

    Whenever I get to feeling low, or things have gotten bad, I lay back with my tits out and my slit open and he drives his dick right in me. When we fuck I call him Conan and he calls me Princess Jehnna. And when we do I'm fifteen again, and Conan is on me taking my virginity away.

    Missing Out Because Of Me.

    Nice short one here.

    I want a threesome but don't want to share my husband. I also really really want to start fucking women again but don't because of how much my husband wants it, he doesn't even care if he watches he just wants me to do it so I don't and now I'm missing out because of it.

  • Luck Happens, In The Most Unexpected Ways

    I was a theatre arts major in college and lived around liberal kids, both politically and morally. The politics didn't bother me, the morals did. I just didn't get involved at the parties.

    I was a 'member' of the college theatre. Along came the father of one of my friends and I became a puppy immediately. I got a reputation of being a Daddy's girl.

    After college I continued with my passion at community theatre working part time as a cashier at the bookstore. A patron recognized me and he took me under his wing financially, so I could concentrate on my 'career'. Hugs and kisses became pats and petting, which became a moral issue.

    He left me, I went back to the bookstore, doing my best to accept the reality of my career. Unpaid at my art, poorly paid in my part time job. A member at the professional theatre saw me, and felt I would do well in an upcoming play. Small speaking part. But in front of paying patrons. Off and on I got cast at the theatre, my scale pay plus my part time job I was one step above starving artist.

    I became friends with the woman that first cast me and she invited me into her circle. Old men, old women. Donors. Older men, older women. Patrons. Younger men, younger women. Guests. Young men, young women. Starving Artists.

    A middle aged man put out feelers and I found myself at dinner. He was smooth. I blushed, uncontrollably. When he called I fainted, almost. When he rang my doorbell I jumped, panted, swooned. Before I knew it I was caught, hook, line and sinker. I gave up pretending, I was Daddy's girl after all. And he was a Daddy all around, and coincidently both a patron and a donor.

    Wicked tongues say my rise within the theatre was orchestrated by him. But true patrons know I carry the weight of my parts on my shoulders. But the truth be told it's both, he wants me in the best parts. I have to earn the part, and carry it through. I explain these things to a young woman intern who is a product of my theatre arts program at my Alma Mater.