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?

Revealed What I Want To My Husband

First thing first I would never cheat on my husband with anybody ANYBODY! I love him so much I can't even describe it. Over theong weekend that just passed on the drive home from a friends small party she had i revealed to him that I've always want to try a big black cock. Now I was a little tipsy but this all started from the game we were playing called Cards Against Humanity i think?? Anyways I was surprised that he wasn't really that shocked like he understood. I asked him if he was ok that I think about that stuff and he was like well yeah I think about eating and fucking Latino chick's so its the same thing. Now I was caught of guard like what? I'm not good enough?? Needless to say it turned into a argument for a hot minute but yeah I got it....someone or something new. We got home had sex but all I could think about was a BBC plowing my mouth and puss. I want to know do their cocks taste different? Will it be better sex just due to size?? Hopefully my husband will give me a hall pass one day

  • Looking For Daddy

    If you have sisters you've experienced being Daddy's favorite. Think Eve on Last Man Standing. It was like that growing up. My father was law enforcement and he had three daughters and my mother was a part time teacher and homemaker. My father didn't want her 'out there' where men could make a pass at her. He was 'protective' of his girls.

    My older sisters both stayed close for college and married local boys approved by my father. When it came time for me to go to college I rebelled and applied for and was accepted to an out of town college where my aunt lived. My mother's sister lived there and she was happy to have me come and stay with her. She works in research at one of the big hospitals there, and lived in a small two bedroom house which made going to college easy, I could ride the bus.

    If anyone knows, the bus is not glamorous, it's a dump and I kept to myself for my six block ride, putting my backpack beside me to keep men from wanting to sit beside me. And women too. One morning I got on and I sat in an empty seat, and I saw this large woman with a small girl, dressed up like pixie. She had a collar and a chain around her neck, which the large woman kept tight in her hand. When they got off, the girl went first followed by the woman, dressed with a short skirt and army boots. They got off and walked by my window, the woman first, followed by the girl on a chain. It really upset me. I had never seen anything like that.

    My aunt gave me a very long never ending lecture on lesbians and all the various types of lesbians that there are, and assured me that the girl was a lesbian and she played her part. She told me that in that part of town I was likely to encounter lesbians of every sort. It's part of the city. After an hour, she told me, that she was a lesbian and that's why she lived where she lived. I was shocked, barely 18, I didn't know what to do or say. "It's ok, I don't walk a girl around on a chain".

    I met her lesbian girlfriend, my aunt introduced her to me. She was a nurse that worked at the hospital. It was hard to imagine that they were lesbians, but they were. They were still dating and hadn't reached the point of living together.

    One day I was waiting for the bus in the rain to go back to my aunt's house and a man stopped and offered me a ride so I wouldn't get wet. I knew better than to accept a ride, but he didn't leave me alone. He got out with an umbrella and held he door open to his car. He looked normal, tall and well dressed with a shirt and tie, and he looked like he could be some girl's father and he just wanted to help. I got in the car.

    The minute he closed the door I knew I had made a mistake, the door was locked and I couldn't open it, he got in and asked me where I was going and he told me that he knew where that was and took me straight to the house and parked and got out with the umbrella and walked me to the door. He insisted on checking if everything was all right. I told him he couldn't come in and my aunt would be home at any time. He went in, checked out the house, every room, the bathroom, put me face down on my aunt's bed, grabbed me between the legs and asked me if I 'had been fucked'.

    He told me he wanted to see my naked bottom, to push my pants down and show him my naked bottom. He reached inside my legs and ran his finger right into my vagina, pulled it out and pressed it against my bottom. He told me he wouldn't fuck me if I had been fucked before, he didn't like girls that had been used. He leaned over me running his hard dick up and down my butt crack making me confess to him that I had never had sex. Then he lunged forward over me and he ran his dick up into my vagina and fucked me and came inside of me. After he pulled out he leaned down and kissed my butt and told me it was a real cute butt, then told me to turn over and show him my tits.

    He left me kissing me on the lips.

    I never told my aunt, he picked me up from school and took me to his apartment where he had sex with me. He had me dance naked for him, to sit on his lap and be kissed, to be hugged really tight. He liked me sitting across his lap and lowering myself down his dick while he kissed me on the lips. He told me that only rarely is there a girl like me, one that he wants to fuck over and over. That I was his favorite.

    The Fantasy Panting Burning

    I pant and burn in my panties for my fantasy of sex with him. We are kind of familiar with each other and then we are pushed together and we always knew we liked each other but then the explosions of desire and love and orgasm take over.

    for some reason I am always in a foreign land in my sex fantasies and he is rescuing me somehow and protecting and loving me as a real love should. They don't feed you to the lions if they love you.

    Its always in some cold climate and making out and meeting up and having great forbidden sex and being allowed to feel every deep sexual desire and his cock in me making me feel real.

    I am just was worthy as any to have a loving beautiful sexual glowing path in life with a handsome man.

    In my dreams, he is never nasty, never late and always on time for love and wants my company and longs for our love.

    What is so wrong with that. I still don't know who he is. Some think they are him and are all wrong for me. I like this one who plays coy and he sneaks up on me and had dark hair and tall. i guess I imagine him dark, tall and handsome as they say in the romance books I never read.

  • I Just Love My Cousin And It Hurts So Much We're Related

    My boyfriend of a couple of years is infatuated with my younger cousin. She'd a half breed, her mother is small and she inherited her mother's frame and grandma's chest. Poor thing, she can't buy anything that fits, she uses dozens of safety pins to keep her shirts from popping open. My boyfriend is mesmerized by her pubescent girl size with her wonderful melons. Even I've fantasized with those puppies,

    In any event I need to stop salivating over her, girls aren't supposed to drool over other girls, especially when they are related. She finished her first semester and we invited her to spend a few days with us before going home for Christmas. My boyfriend had a wet dream, squirted himself the other night. I am more circumspect about her, giving myself a little feel.

    My boyfriend asked her to choose, who would she sleep with, me or him. I reminded her I could not get her pregnant, not that I don't want to. She came to sleep with me, with her beautiful melons in a tiny T. She asked me if my boyfriend was gunning for her and I had to tell he was, but as long as she slept with me she wasn't going to get pregnant. That gave me four amazing nights holding my younger cousins. I behaved myself, I kept my hands off her melons and didn't once tell her how hot I think she is.

    I sent her home unscathed by my boyfriend, and got a real girl hug, melons to my fried eggs, but my non tits are sensitive and she sent electrification down to my holy Venus mound. I wish I could hug her the way I want but that would be i****t.

    My boyfriend didn't get as much as a hug and that's left him frustrated, but right now I'm dreaming with her and I don't want him near me. It's days like today, when she calls and tells me all she's been doing that I could hold her tight and show her how much I love her.

    Making Babies Sometimes Needs A Little Help

    We just got back visiting Sofia and our new baby. Cute little girl. I reminded her that was 'our' little girl. To back up, she went to work for my husband when she dropped out of college. Under him she finished college, got her masters, got pregnant. Well, I asked my husband, what about me? But when I tried, believe me I tried, I just never got pregnant. Don't believe me if you don't want to, but I was devasted. I was diagnosed as infertile, congenital cervix problems. News to me. I cried in a way I never cried before.

    And in the middle of my despair, Sofia! She's young, she's fertile, she's perfect. We tried harvesting a viable egg, fertilized by my husband, implanted in Sofia's waiting womb. Once, twice, three times. The egg did not implant, rejected as a foreign body. I held my heart, told my husband to do what he does best, put Sofia under him and get me a baby. 'Our' baby.

    Our baby is a beautiful girl, she made us the most beautiful baby girl. My husband has the little boy. I'll share our baby girl if he shares their baby boy. As it is I guess we now share Sofia. She's the mother of our little boy and little girl.

  • Dream Of Dreams

    I can only dream and wish to have my wife cuckhold me, while I suck of a trans women. I imagine her pushing my head against her thick hard cock and watching my wife stroke her cock in my mouth. Then switch and watch her fuck my wife.

    Dreams Of Cuckold

    As I have gotten older, I am more and more turned on by seeing my other get fucked. But it's not just watching ride cock with a big smile on her face while I masturbate, I want more. I would love to join then on their date. I want to open her legs under the table and bring his hand to her. I want to kiss her while she is being fingered. I want to take them home from the restaurant while the perform oral in the backseat while I drool and watch. When we get home, she sits on the couch and opens wide for him to keep earing her. I lose my clothes stroking and staring into her eyes. He steps back to undress and I meet my other on the floor. We pass his cock back and forth. I want to taste her saliva on his cock. She gets up and bends over the couch. I grip his cock and guide it into her. I get under her and lock her clip and his cock as it goes in and out. I pull him out every now and then to clean her juices off. I slide up and kiss my girl. As he is about to cum, he pulls out and me and her kiss as he cums on her. I lack her face clean and share a kiss. I am there to help him pleasure her.

    Baby Steps, Baby Steps

    OK, so it turns out I'm a dike. But when I was a kid I was a strong headed Tom boy who scared off boys. In college I met a grad student who dismissed my rejections out of hand and 'forced' himself on me and I became pregnant. My mother's reaction 'you got knocked up? you? well, welcome to the club'. Only then, after wiping my teers, did we sit down and contemplate the consequences. Her advise was to be nice to him, keep my mouth shut, and maybe he would like me enough to marry me.

    Time went by fast, I had the baby, my mom took care of the baby while I went to school. I had to return home, and change schools. With the baby here he came to town to examine the baby, it is his, and sign the birth certificate and set up a financial responsibility agreement. After my lawyer, a friend of the family, set up the agreement he concluded he might as well get married, at least he would get his laundry done. We got married, he had graduated and went to work, I stayed home and went to school. And found up I was pregnant again (setting me up for Irish twins).

    Only after I finished school did I do his laundry, while I went to law school. I lived in a world, very dominant husband, law school and day care. Sex was expected, but if he was out of town for a week, for me it was a week off. I finished law school, got a job with a law firm, they sent me to get a masters in tax, I became a tax attorney to multinational clients. My girls were teenagers.

    I met Amy. She was a 32 and an unapologetic lesbian. One day, I asked her the loaded question, 'what's it like being a lesbian?' We spent the next four hours talking, histories, feelings, how and why I got married, my girls. She agreed to 'date' me. We tried our first kiss. We had intimate sex, my nature was immediate, I didn't think about my husband while having sex. Over the next year I fell deeper and deeper in love with Amy, Amy wanted us to live together. She agreed to abide by my husbands decision.

    My girls opposed it, 'how can you tell us this? Does Daddy know?' My husband sat back and listened, he proposed a trial romance of a year. Only after a year did he give us permission to move in together. My girls did not.

    It turns out I'm a dike. Not something Amy didn't know. Intimacy is so good, precious really. Living together is natural. My husband won't let us live unsupported. We know better than to argue with him. In our situation, arrangement for his permission, is that he is 'the husband' and we agreed to it. Amy incredibly dovetailed into it, she likes him and his overtone on our lives doesn't bother her. My girls is a more difficult situation, they clearly want things to return to normal and I hear 'how can you do this to Daddy?' often enough.

    But I'm a dike and for the first time in my life I'm truly in love and want to stay in bed in the morning. My husband is my husband, and I'm his wife, and that can never change. And my girls have to accept that. Tomorrow, or the day after is another day. Today, I'm learning what I've known since I was twelve.

    I Love Femboys!

    I've always considered myself straight. I've never done anything sexual with another guy or anything like that. All of that would change for a femboy or trans woman. They drive me wild. Something about their slim, feminine bodies and still having a cock turns me on. I sit around and touch myself thinking of all the way that I'd love to explore their bodies.

  • Too Good

    I am a chubby 30 year old, kind of nerd, who has always been a little socially awkward. I have had sex a handful of times, but always with women who I didn’t really desire but were willing.

    I have a friend named Gladys, who is a couple of years older than me and by anyone’s standard an absolutely beautiful woman. I have known her for about six years and I am like her de facto male best friend. I saw her date several different guys and in relationships. They were always very good looking and very smooth and cool it seemed, although most of them frankly, I thought were douche bags.

    I obviously coveted her But she showed no interest in me sexually ever at any time. I would steal glances, and when she got comfortable with me after a couple of years, I would see her in various states of undress but never saw her naked though I longed to. Just to tell you how pathetic I am and the situation was I masturbated for years, thinking about her after one time, catching a glimpse of her naked, putting her bathing suit on. I say naked, but it was actually only her back and her perfect little round butt.

    So, about three months ago, she broke up with a guy after catching him getting intimate text messages from another woman. I thought the guy was a total loser, though he was typically very handsome and Gladys, I think really liked him as she was broken up about having to end the relationship. As usual, I was there to console her, and she seem to be taking it harder than usual. I didn’t see her or talk to her for about a week which was very unusual, and then one Friday night I was trying to decide whether I should shower and go out after work when she called me.

    She sounded sad and a little tipsy and said she had gone out with some girlfriends right after work and had a couple glasses of wine. She asked if I was home and if she could come by for a little bit so I said sure. I wanted to take a shower, but I thought I should straighten up first so I got the condo clean and sooner than she estimated she was ringing my buzzer. I let her up and she looked fantastic as usual little T-shirt and worn jeans.

    As we usually did, we smoked a little weed and we’re listening to vinyl records of old music on my stereo system sitting on my couch, laughing and being silly. She finally said that she was glad to be done with the guy and knew he wasn’t right for her, but was just tired of being alone and got a little a little teary eyed. I hugged her, and she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly. It went on for an uncomfortable long time because I felt myself getting aroused, and I didn’t want it to be obvious to her. To my total shock, though she looked up and kissed me and put her hand on my crotch.

    We kissed for what seems like an eternity, and I just let her rub my penis being just so intimidated to try touching her myself. Finally dawned on me that this might be my only opportunity and so I reached under her T-shirt and began rubbing her hard, abdominals. When she didn’t object, I pushed up further and touched her perfect firm and fairly large for her tiny body right breast. She moaned slightly, and I almost came in my pants, but managed to control myself. Thankfully, because after several more seconds of this, she just stood up, pulled her T-shirt over her head and slid her jeans down and stepped out of them. She was wearing no bra or panties, and just had a tiny strip of hair on her pussy. Her body was so perfect it was almost painful to look at. I stood up to, and began awkwardly, pulling off my clothes as I watched her, lay down on the couch in front of me. We didn’t say a word, as I finally stripped naked, my embarrassingly, hard cock standing out away from my chubby belly. I got between her legs and again kissing her and she grabbed my hard cock and guided it to her tiny wet slit. When I pushed into her, she made the cutest little moaning sound, and it took everything I had to keep from coming right away. Not only was she far and away the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen, naked I had never had sex with any woman without a condom. It’s hard to describe. How turned on and excited I was. I began to fuck her, and when we would start kissing, and I would pull away and look at her, she would just smile and look me deep in the eyes. She was so tiny and beautiful, that I was trying to fuck her gently, but as she moaned and moved her hips into me, I got very into it, and began to fuck her hard. She did not say anything about what I should do and as I was fucking her, I felt my balls titan and knew I could