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Post and discuss all of your sexual fantasies! Don't turn this into "fetishes you're ashamed of #2" though.
Old thread: >>>/g/182352
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This scene from Sex And The City
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You are very unique and edgy for your rape fantasies, now get out.
Picrel is what you look like.
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Moid hands turn me on.
ask him, he'll likely be very into that idea. i have the same fanatsy and i asked my ex bf if he could do it and he was flattered and very willing. got nothing to lose nonny
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I keep having this re-accruing fantasy where I fall for the biblical Lucifer. I summon him in a ritual and befriend him while living in an isolated community. I imagine his personality more timid, awkward, and goofy rather than the traditional demonic traits.
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On the rare occasion i have a sex dream, it's always with him no matter what.
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Don’t tell me how he looked in his later years and don’t tell me his boobs are fake, I’d do anything to fuck this seven foot tall man with long hair. I have a fantasy about him being some sort of nephelim giant and me being a random peasant in like ancient Israel or some shit.
>be me, menenite, chilling in my blanket fort like the one on Joseph:King of Dreams
>a wounded nephelim brute seeks shelter in my tiny humble home
> he is looking down at me crying and begging
>I reluctantly let him in
>I tend to his wounds, one of them is on his calf and I sit on a stool right by that big ass thigh and sanitize them and wrap them up in lots of gauze
>he eats supper with me, the utensils are small in his hands and he is hunched over.
>he thanks me with his deep voice very politely
>I make him a bed in the living room
>I tell him goodnight and go to my room
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>he flicks his tongue and suckles and kisses it, like he cherishes the poon
>he comes up and kisses me gently. His long hair draping at the sides.
>we briefly discuss if it’s even possible for us to do it because of our size and species difference.
>I reach down to his pp and touch it it’s rock hard and still moist with my saliva
>I guide his dick into me, he lets out a moan and I feel it push in,
>the missionary sex begins
>when it’s all the way in I gasp. It’s a 9 incher my husband is like 5 inches and I was a virgin when I married him, I didn’t know what I was getting into.
>I start to think,can I have a nephelim baby?
>as he is still thrusting in and out I speak,”when you feel like you will finish, pull out”
>we hump for a little bit longer before he shoots his load onto my belly it’s like a copious amount, it doesn’t surprise me because after all he is a big dude
>we cuddle afterwards and he holds me in his huge arms and lets me play with his hair.
He’s so hot I got sort of carried away
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Anyways I am so not ashamed because I am a size queen and Peter steel has a pretty proportionate dick for his size, unfortunately all the tall guys I’ve been with have been sort of disappointing. Hopefully i find a giant man with a giant swingin dick it is my ultimate fantasy
So he gets home from work and I’m already in the midst of making dinner. I greet him the way I usually do, with a hug, and can feel him holding me tighter than normal. He looks at me a bit surprised and embarrassed. “How was your day?” I ask him as I return to the stove. “Fine” he replies. He sneaks up to hug me from behind and starts feeling up my waist. “I’m so horny” he laughs sheepishly, pressing into me. I smile and tell him he can wait, as dinner is almost ready. My spell is working, so I want to make the most out of it and tease him a bit first. I start setting the table, humming while I’m doing it: “A raindrop is falling on my head-”, but he grabs my arms gently and bends me over the table. “I love you so much,” he says, grinding on me. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me”. He starts kissing my neck and tries to lift my shirt up. I feel myself getting excited too but manage to compose myself. “Let’s wait until we’ve finished eating,” I repeat. He lets go of me with a deep shaky breath. I make him finish setting the table while I finish up the dinner and resume my singing, “And just like the guy who’s feet are too big for his head..”
maybe the hypno is part of your fetish but if you want to achieve something similar irl just don't have sex with your moid for like a week.
my personal thing i like is seeing my bf after a while apart and he is so desperate for me but i choke him and tease him and edge him and he loses his composure and just begs for me and tells me how much he loves me and wants me. i think it's a combo of wanting to feel wanted and the spider thing >>305431
was talking about
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Have any of you nonnies ever had an MMF threesome, two guys and you?
I’m not sure if I genuinely like the idea of it for what it is, or if I like the idea of a boyfriend wanting to impress me by being “one of the cool guys” and putting aside feelings of jealousy just to please me. I have a feeling it might be a revenge thing based on what men think women should be willing to do for them.
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I want an Edward Furlong prototype
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Posted this in the wrong thread RIP
I always wanted her…carnally
I have one fantasy which I've always loved since forever and nothing else turns me on more:
I am someone's right hand woman. Personal assistant, I guess. Either they work in the military or politics or something (details don't matter). They rely on me for appointments to be scheduled, documents to be signed on time, organizing events, and the like. After all, they have a reputation to upkeep, and they can't possibly remember everything on their own. They rely on me, yet I am nothing but an object to them. They don't see me as someone with feelings, but someone who they can order around and manipulate.
After a long day at work, the best way for them to unwind is by using me. That way, I am truly of use to them in every way possible. Either we go to a hotel room (as we don't want anyone knowing what someone so high profile is up to), or we just stay at the office after everyone else is gone. Either way, I am his to do whatever he desires with.
I've never actually written this down before so I hope people get what I'm going for here.
, I thought about adding a remark saying EXACTLY that to my original post but didn’t want to upset any anons with engineer boyfriends.
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not really sexual but ever since i was like 11 i often fantasized about having a big mermaid girlfriend. sometimes i think about being the mermaid but i don't think that's for me. kind of like ponyo's mom. i think it's almost hot to me the danger of being in the middle of the ocean with a creature that big, then realizing she's humanlike. the fear turns into a thrill and maybe that's what makes me think it's hot. like the idea that she could hurt me immensely if she wanted and not knowing whether or not she would plus being met with an uncanny creature in a foreign place in the middle of nowhere with no way to flee. it's specifically a mermaid in the middle of the ocean where i'm a humble lonesome poor fisher who suddenly sees a huge thing breaking the ocean surface poking out of the water.
i had a friend that made fun of me and accused me of having a giantess fetish but i literally don't actual giant women make me feel nothing it's just mermaids, really. i'm not opposed to a giant squid woman though…
I feel you nonny
. Most of the time vagina doesn't do much for me but vagina on mermaids, yes please!
ayrt and i'm a 'mo so they definitely do it for me most of the time but i get it. mermaids are intriguingly hot>>305929
thank you for your kindness nonita…
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I've had this knocking around in my head for a while now. It'll never happen IRL but that's a good thing.
I imagine getting hired to do graphics/editorial illustrations for a popular talk show. I come in to the office for the interview, chat with the producer, and get hired. On the second day of working, I'm introduced to the host of the show after running into him unexpectedly. (I secretly have a crush on him IRL.) I do my best to come across as being cool, professional, and charming. I tell him shit like "I'll do my best to make the art funny/well-drawn."
The excitement of seeing my art on his show that evening doubles when people on the internet screencap it, make memes from it (involving him, shooping him INTO my art, etc.), and rave about it. (For the record, this talk show DOES use art/funny Photoshopped pics, but it's so boomer-tier quality, I really could do better than whoever they currently use.) The next day, as I walk into work, the producer, my boss, and the host flag me down to come into his office to chat about what a great show last night was. I'd probably be all bashful and shit. The camaraderie would take off from there.
I'd do my best to make sure the art worked with him, and didn't take away from his monologues. Like a good comedy partner. I'd be his silent sidekick each evening. Eventually, after months of working there, I'd eventually integrate into the production crew's culture. I'd be one of the family. But still enough of an outlier that I'd only very rarely talk to the show's host, let alone see him. Then one night, after a record-breaking show, we'd get a staff-wide email that the show has been nominated for awards, or broken the Nielsen ratings. Then, later in the evening, we'd get another email saying we should "celebrate" tomorrow.
I'd show up to work the next day, and as soon as I stepped through the doors to our offices, I'd get summoned all the way to the very back of the floor, where the host's office is. His office doesn't have any glass doors or walls. It's rather big, too. I'd walk in, and see nearly everyone who works on the show crammed into the office. It's standing room only.
At the center of the crowd is a nice writing desk. Lying on his back on the desk is the host of this award-winning show, getting spitroasted. It's silent except for the heavy breathing, and the host moaning desperately. I'm one of the few women who work on the show, but some of them are wearing strap-ons. Everyone is waiting their turn, although some just want to watch forever. The host, a normally nicely-dressed man who wears a suit and a tie, is a fucking mess. He's in his suit and tie, but the jacket and shirt are open and his pants are long gone. Through the crowd I'm ushered towards the beginning of the line. My contributions to the show have garnered me a higher place, I guess. The two people fucking the host have finished, and as I move up, we make eye contact. This is how the crew thank this guy for all the work that he's done, all the flak he's gotten over the years. It's unspoken. It's like the bond soldiers in a platoon have with one another. This is my chance to show him how much I've been attracted to him for.
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I love being eaten out/fucked on my period, it’s so much better than regular sex. There’s more moisture and your hormones are crazy I’m doing an intentional dry spell on the bf right now, weaseling out of sex, not gonna do him until the hormones tell me to. It’s gonna be grandiose.
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One of my most common fantasies is having a date with a hot guy and just being a cute, maybe a bit obnoxious couple, the kind that wears matching clothes, spends the day looking into each other's eyes and constantly flirts.
Then, when we're back home, maybe from the beach, maybe after going back from shopping, hell, maybe we could be coming back from church. We would just kiss as if we missed each other for months, and he would take off my clothes while kissing any millimeter of skin that gets exposed.
He would take off my bra and suddenly be extremely gentle because he would know I'm sensitive, so that contrast would be sweet, from being desperate, groping me and gently biting me, to caressing me and licking me as if he was afraid of breaking me.
He would be just the perfect guy, tall, pale, preferably a blond, with green eyes maybe and a few freckles, he would be a gym rat and he would have a beautiful body, his dick would be uncut, huge, with decent sized balls, but not wrinkly balls because that's gross, and he would have some pubic hair but just trimmed, his happy trail would be really cute, not huge and bushy of course, I want to pet it, I don't know I like how artist draw them sometimes, I managed to find a nice example of what I would want to see irl.
He would feel ticklish and he would have a really cute laughter, so I would pet him more as we cuddle.
Then he would take off his clothes and he would ask for me to get comfortable, he would make me orgasm a few times, like those would be toe curling orgasms, the kinds that sometimes makes you get cramps on your leg for some reason.
He would be hard all of the time and he wouldn't even dare to touch himself because he would prefer edging and making sure I'm feeling good.
We would do it in missionary position and he would be really slow and gentle, asking if I'm okay, if he's doing good, and being a bit overwhelming but that would be cute. I like to think that he would be blushing because he wouldn't be used to looking at me like that and he would always be amazed by anything we do together.
After a while of just getting used to the sensations and what not he would be the kind that goes hard but slow, he would kiss me as much as possible and he would hold me closely, and whenever we would change the position for one reason or another, he would get even more clingy and he would hug me tightly.
I also want to feel his weight over me, he would make sure to not crush me though.
He would have some really nice moans, not too high pitched, not too low, just nice, and he would just call me cute things and tell me that he loves me.
Then at the end of the whole thing, he loses control and cums inside, then I would be like "oh no, what if I get pregnant" in a flat tone because it would be a safe day, and he would just hug me tightly and tell me that he would be the happiest man on earth.
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I’ve been thinking so much about my story in my head right now, which is really just a series of scenarios to fantasize about my ideal types of men living their lives out in depravity and being sexually exploited for my pleasure. mostly the idea of my somewhat hot famous male musician showing sympathy for an unattractive disfigured young woman by giving her pity sex after meeting her on those spacious 1970s planes. im just just so particularly transfixed by this era of men and society and culture even though it was degenerate as fuck, a lot of my stories revolve around men in power being evil moids. not really a sexual thing, but more of a plot point and for my female characters to outwit and destroy them by their own form of manipulation. i’ll probably write more in this thread but this is my current fixation now lol
Are you the Holocaust-chan from the last "fetishes you are ashamed of" thread?
I am not gonna lie, I sometimes think about asking my nigel to wear a wehrmacht uniform just to see his reaction
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I want to correctively rape a gay man and have no shame in it.
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picrel is for inspo. There’s a lot of build up before the juicy stuff, but the yearning is what's sexually important to me. It’s got big dark academia vibes. Idc if it’s dumb zoomer shit, I love the look of it. Prepare yourself to cringe, this is literally what I imagine at night before bed. Thank you >>305475
for practically just sharing a fanfic.
>I’m a graduate student getting her M.S. in medieval art history at a prestigious college, located in the countryside of Ireland.>Enter my self-appointed collegiate nemesis, the son of the Dean.>Tall (6’2”) broody, raven haired, broad shouldered with wire rimmed glasses. He can be found wearing a dark brown tweed suit most days.>He’s usually sullen, and he can barely disguise his haughtiness.>We have heated discussions in our shared classes, and I win most of them much to his dismay.>I get back to my dorm room only to find a wax sealed letter with the school’s insignia, and the letter instructs me to meet them in the abandoned rooftop conservatory above the library at midnight. The letter includes instructions on how to use a hidden broken door at the back of the building to avoid detection.>I mull it over but decide to go anyway. my phone is dead so I go by candlelight >I anxiously arrive in the middle of the once prominent conservatory; half dead plants and vines cover every surface. I see a candelabra lit up and sitting on the brick lining of a dried out fountain in the middle of the main room, with a large brooding figure’s back being illuminated in the dark>He turns towards me, it’s him. He has a measured look on his face.>He accuses me of intentionally trying to make him out to look like an idiot. I deny his accusations and say it’s his own fault for not being able to best me at anything.>He slowly walks up to me and wonders aloud in a raspy tone “surely, there’s something I can bet you at”>He plays with a lock/curl of my hair between two of his fingers, his breath brushes my face with how close he is.>He snakes his hand around my waist and waits for my resistance.>I’m too shocked to react, but also surprisingly aroused. Fear leaves my body and is replaced with curiosity. >He moves away too soon for my own liking.>I take a few steps back before quickly rushing back to my dorm, disturbed by the fire that’s just been lit in me.>The next day, we once again have a particularly heated debate in class. As soon as the class is over, I walk outside into a long hallway leading to the usually abandoned outdoor courtyard. I can hear him quickening his pace behind me, and he traps me between his arm and the stone column behind me. >His breathing is huffy, and I can feel myself reluctantly becoming magnetized by him. >He grits his teeth, and I can see his jaw tighten before he manages to muster out “you are the most insufferable woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of becoming obsessed with” >while in a state of shock from the latter half of his confession, he seizes the moment to feverishly capture my lips with his own, as he places his hand tenderly on the side of my face>I recover from the shock and respond in kind. He takes the invitation to go further and begins to wander my body with the other hand. >I can feel his growing excitement against my abdomen, and I can’t help but rut against him>a low and controlled short moan can be heard escaping his mouth>we break away at the sound of conversations in growing closer in the courtyard.
nonna, i just love longing and enemies to lovers tropes. This is my set-up before they fuck, ok? I'm too shy to actually type out the act, but this is still a sexual fantasy (to me at least)
ew? what part of haughty, broody, 6 foot academic is like harry potter? pick up a book, he's modeled after Henry from The Secret History.
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I'm waiting for them to be paired up as partners for some sort of class debate, and at first they clash with one another, but then after getting humiliated by their opponents, they decide to stop arguing for two seconds and actually put together a well-formed counterargument. And then they both watch each other debate and act all serious and professional, and then they look like picrel
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Here's one of mine, that I think about frequently. Picrel is who I usually imagine it with. >I enter a dark apartment, it's vast and lined with glass windows that overlook the city skyline>There's a single light on in the kitchen, and I'm wearing a sexy, slinky black dress and heels>Taking a bottle of wine from the rack, I pour out a glass of red and take a swig. >Look over to him, gagged, all four limbs bound to a chair. >There's inherent fear in his eyes. >I slink my way up to him and remove the gag. >Tell him how much fun I had on my date, and that I hope he was suffering the whole time he's been sitting here. >He goes to respond and I strike him hard across the face>"Did I say you could speak?">"No b-">I strike him again. >"I said, did I SAY you could speak?">He furiously shakes his head>I laugh, take another swig from my glass, and dump the rest on his face. >He pleads and begs with me, a sad soulfulness in his eyes>"What the fuck did I say about speaking?">I kick over his chair and knock him out
Then obviously with how pent up I was I use him for sex later, probably while he's still tied up and sticky from the wine.
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Seems like nonna wants to meet the brides of Abaia
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Now THIS is what I'm TALKING ABOUT!>>310231
Based respectful love making
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I can't stop thinking about handsome guys in 1920's swimsuits after one nona posted a pic like that. It's my new thing.
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Why am I so into quiet men-not the shy, unconfident type-but the confident kind who only speaks when needed?
I thought it was because men only ever say dumb shit, but there's gotta more to it, no?
In all my fears and entwined sexuality, my thirsting and my pathetic bid for validation, I finally meet the man of my dreams and my nightmares and we have a sordid affair. From first encounter he knows exactly, exactly who I am, how resisting we both are, attracted to physicality alone. Hypothetically he's been stalking me for godknowshowlong, but likes to call me his stalker. A week of passionate, sloppy, filthy, never before seen sex, that only such a contradiction of love and hate between two intense, awful people could churn out. An intimacy between two people whose love has turned extremely acrid. It's disgusting, it's raw, it's traumatizing, and it's sexy for no explainable reason.