Sophie Kreitzberg Illustrated by Anna Sudit. And when it comes to getting turned on and orgasming, our brains deserve more credit than they often get. For couples in long-term relationships, sharing sexual fantasies with one another can renew excitement, writes certified sex therapist Marty Klein in an article about erotic role-playing.
Advertisement While some fantasies — such as having sex in a romantic or unexpected location — are fairly common , others are completely random or personal. I worked at a bed and breakfast in wine country. The bride and groom and I all vibed really, really well during the wedding planning stage. The night of the wedding they wanted me to watch them fuck in the room while I fingered myself.
I, of course, said yes, they were both so hot — it was amazing. Nothing remotely like that ever happened I want a guy to lay completely limp and let me just explore his body, feel every angle, stoke every hole, just physically explore his body. Maybe give him a go with a vibrator but no actual sex.
Then he does the same to me. Like, we'll make eye-contact, meet each other in a place like the copy room, I'll hike up my skirt and he'll undo his pants, then he'll bend me over whatever is around. Then we'll get back to work and act like it never happened. Undressing me, but keeping their clothes on until I practically beg.
It can be a simple request, but it really means a lot when they say yes. I'm really open about sex but you gotta hint at first.
He let me pick what we would watch, so I chose a lesbian video. He fondled my breasts, ate me out, and fingered me all when it happened on screen. It might be vanilla for some people, but it was incredibly hot and I can't wait to see what video he picks next time. Bonus points for having our clothes still mostly on. I am a 30E and feel like lots of guys are intimidated by my boobs, but they totally shouldn't be.
I got to try it, finally, with one of my current partners. My only complaint was that it ended. I have since acquired a dentist chair and a hospital gown. I'm going to get a straitjacket, too. We're both huge nerds so we're going to continue the storyline and develop these two characters. Not sure if I'd be into exhibitionism, but I like to mess around with her in places we could get caught. All the while being very vocal, and dirty talking. Like shove me down and fuck me brutally.
Call me a dirty bitch. Scratch me, bite me, break the skin. I want to hurt when it's over. I want to barely be able to walk for days. Obviously this would all be consensual. I've never been interested in being a dominant, but he brings it out in me — oh my god, does that ever do it for me. A bit of slapping, nails, bossing him around, telling him what to do, bending him into some compromising positions, spanking, role reversal, maybe some dress up, and some solid pounding him receiving to finish it off.
We are slowly starting to integrate all these into our sex life. I'm a happy camper. I love thinking about it, does it for me every time. It starts with one guy in a filthy alley, but every time a guy comes, I drain his strength and become more powerful. Then I'm in a shopping center and I'm with a guy in a clothing store, then I'm with several guys at a gym first the owner, then his brother, then a guy in the gym with the rest of the people there watching and masturbating.
After that I usually head into a newsroom and hijack the live feed, having sex with the news anchor, and having more and more people tune in, masturbate, and orgasm to make me stronger.
There's a lot more details to it; every guy is a different body type, though I don't really see faces. Every time I imagine one of them cumming inside me I also imagine myself growing stronger and I feel a sort of rush.
There are many ideas about it, but mostly it starts the same. He comes into the room, his sleeves rolled up, he has a watch around his wrist.
I am sitting on my knees on the ground. He holds a rope or belt, depends in his hand and I close my eyes as I kiss it. I like it when I have no power. It makes me feel so free. Like at least 50 floors up. I want papers and pencils to go flying everywhere, all my clothes ripped off, etc. Then I want to spend the rest of the semester sitting in the front of the classroom with a smirk on my face as I eye-fuck him while he's trying to teach.
Or a surprise blow job while he's on the phone making an important phone call. Or a blow job while he's gaming and trying not to fuck up, while his team members are all wondering what the fuck is going on with him. My husband is happy to indulge my kink and kind of enjoys it, but he has a hard time thinking of things to do and quite understandably can't read my mind to see what specific thing I'm in the mood for that time.
It would be really fun to have someone do it all perfectly without direction. Like, body oil, quite a bit. I wanted to slather my girlfriend in it [oil] and well, make sweet love to her. She accepted, saying it would be interesting. I bought the oil. I came home one day, and the living room of our apartment was covered in a tarp. Greatest hour and a half of my life. Not necessarily to have sex, just shoved up against a wall and made out with. Out of passion, not anger.
A little bit of kink. Maybe some handcuffs, a little bit of rope, some extra language. They are in doggy-style while I am on my back watching.
The teacher and I stay back while everyone leaves and he tells me how to fix my technique mind you we've spent months of flirting, quick looks during stretches, him praising my improvement and so on. Then suddenly we start sparring. It kind of turns into wrestling, maybe some judo stuff comes into it and he tries to pin me on the floor but I fight him. Eventually he overpowers me so I can't even move and he just holds me there. He starts teasing me.
Tickling me all over, which is torture because I can't escape. Then after he's had his fun he kisses me and cue any sex scene from True Blood and I'll be happy. Standard outdoors sexy stuff. Forcing me into the locked room, pushing me up against a wall, holding me down and not letting me struggle. Not the most romantic of places, but the idea of being dominated by someone with authority over me in a public place really gets me going.
Teasing each other a bit on the dance floor until we decide we have to have each other and head to our room. We have to take the elevator up many floors and we start making out in the elevator. He whispers in my ear all of the dirty things he wants to do to me when we get to the room, and I practically cum right there in the elevator. We reach our floor and race to our room, barely refraining from ripping each other's clothes off in the hall, then we fuck like animals until we['ve done] every one of those dirty things he whispered in my ear Spreading, poking, investigating every crevasse of my body.
Inserting things, vibrating when I'm not expecting it. Being tied up would be a nice touch, I guess, but I've never imagined it that way. A bed with rungs in the headboard so my hands are both together and above my head are a huge part of this for me. My current bed has no headboard; it's really unfortunate in relation to my fantasy. The straps that are under the mattress strap my hands down at either side; it just doesn't do it for me.