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user16
31-05-2006, 06:03 PM
Came across a Book, where they collected all the women fantasies.
Some of them quite long lah, so I'll post the shorter ones to start with.
Let's see if you guys like or not first ok?

user16
31-05-2006, 06:08 PM
I’m twenty-two and very shy, and group gropes aren’t my scene at all. But my imagination isn’t the least bit shy. When my husband and I are making love, or when I masturbate, I visualize my husband screwing another woman while I am screwing another man. We’re all in the same room, or in two double beds, and I can see what they’re doing in a big mirror. It excites me very much. I can’t remember when this started or what started it, but I very rarely reach orgasm without thinking about it.
- Kitty

user16
31-05-2006, 06:12 PM
I have always fantasized during intercourse and masturbation. I am being raped by one man or a group of men, while many of them watch the others "abuse" me. My attackers are always very handsome – dark hair, muscular, sexually well endowed – and brutal, in that they take what they want and the hell with what I want…or pretend I want. (I’m after what they are, really.)

Other fantasies of mine include a fraternity initiation where I am tied to the bed hand and foot and all the brothers take their pleasure with me while the initiates. watch. Then the new ones take their turn with me. There is always a certain "officer" in the fraternity’s organization whose sole purpose is to arouse the girl chosen so that she can’t help enjoying herself – although she’s protesting. Or. I fantasize that I am a "bottomless" waitress; every time I bend to serve a customer, someone attacks me from the, rear. As waiting on tables is my sole means of support, I’ have no choice. Even if I do one of those "Bunny Dips" (that the Playboy Bunnies do so that they don’t have to bend over), I will then be assaulted from the customer in front of me, who simply pulls me forward onto his lap, onto his prick, which is erect and exposed.

I know that they say that women aren’t turned on by visual stimuli; I think it’s untrue. It’s another unexplored area where women are silent or ashamed. I am very aroused by hard-core pornography. If I see a picture, for example, of a black man and a white woman, I’m ready for sex almost immediately.

Incidentally, I am twenty-four, have a B.A., M.A., am white, Catholic, married six years and no children.

user16
31-05-2006, 06:16 PM
I always entertain a sexual fantasy while having sex which results in an orgasm for me. Over the years the fantasy has changed, as we have moved about the country a great deal, and I am thus always meeting new people and finding myself in new situations.

My fantasy is about the man with whom I recently had. an affair which lasted seven months. He is married and is eleven years younger than I. He has two younger college age brothers. I fantasize that his family, he, his two brothers, his wife, and his father take my clothes off and make me wait on them, doing anything they ask. I am required to suck off all the men in front of everyone, and if the man does not feel I have done a good job, he spanks me. I receive many spankings. After I have performed fellatio on them all – including cunnilingus on the wife – I am tied to a bed spread-eagle style and they play with me, sometimes . roughly, i.e., one of the men will put his anus over my mouth and request that I tongue him. His wife usually performs cunnilingus on me, and I get very excited looking at her and having everyone standing around and watching. I am required to say words like "fuck" frequently and must describe my aroused feelings to them all. Usually I come at about this time.

Sometimes I am allowed to choose someone to degrade, and I always choose the father, whom I didn’t like. I make him perform cunnilingus on me for hours and I always end up whipping him for poor performance.

- Heather

sethiot
31-05-2006, 06:35 PM
Whao, nice story but a bit too short liao.
Will up you.:)

user16
01-06-2006, 09:55 AM
My fantasy begins with two men breaking into my cottage, making me dress, and carrying me off blindfolded. I end up in a big farmhouse, and my blindfold is taken off. I find myself in a room in which there are three couples, including a man and woman who put donkeys to stud. I find out that they are part of a group who hold wife-swapping, free-for-all parties every month at each house in turn. It is the responsibility of each hostess to provide sexual entertainment.

I am stood up in the middle of the room and they hold a mock court. I am accused of being a peeping Tom, of watching the man and woman manually mate two donkeys. This is a terrible offense, and I am found guilty and sentenced to be fucked by the donkey and also to be the slave girl at the party. I must do everyone’s bidding or be whipped.

All the couples are high on drugs and drink and they carry me off to the stable where the donkey is; it is very well lighted. They strip me naked and make me put on long black nylons and a suspender belt and lead me over to a low table, where I am made to kneel on all fours and open my legs wide. There are straps fastened to the table, and they put these around my arms and legs so I cannot move. There have obviously been other girls here before me. To the cries and catcalls of the couples, the woman leads the donkey up behind me. She has pulled into place a wooden frame above my backside and lifts the donkey’s front legs onto this. Then I feel someone spreading grease around my cunt and right up the hole. They must have played with the donkey’s prick to make it stiff, as I feel the hard stiff shaft against my ass as they pull it toward me. I feel the long knob end against the lips of my cunt. It forces them apart and begins to enter my hole as the woman guides it up me. I let out a cry of pain as it stretches the walls of my cunt. Inch by inch it slowly goes in and begins painfully moving up and back, in and out. The donkey’s prick has been well greased, and after a few abrasive thrusts the fucking rhythm becomes easier. When they have about six inches of the donkey’s prick up into me, they hold me still while the donkey pushes his massive prick up and down my cunt just like a piston: I wouldn’t have believed it possible, but I am being fucked by a donkey!

Nimble fingers from the crowd feel around my cunt to feel the donkey’s prick sliding up and down in me. The fingers begin massaging my hard clitoris, which is hanging down with excitement, and I am really excited now. Hands finger my vagina and breasts, squeezing and fondling them, and just as I am overcome with excitement and reaching my orgasm, the donkey gives a sound. The woman knows what is happening and holds the donkey’s prick inside my cunt. I feel it throbbing in me as it begins tossing off, and she puts her hand around the entrance to my cunt. She can feel the donkey’s throbbing prick pumping its hot spunk into me. The donkey has just beaten me to it, as I was just on the point of having my own climax when he did. My cunt is on fire as his juices squirt up me. After a while I feel the prick getting soft, and immediately the woman pulls the donkey’s prick out of my cunt. Immediately my cunt is unplugged, the donkey’s spunk pours out of my cunt in a stream. I look down between my open legs and see the juices streaming out just like a waterfall. Someone holds a basin between my legs to catch the juices. My cunt feels so big after being stretched by the donkey’s prick; now it feels like my insides are dripping out. It is so sore and I feel the dripping will never stop. Then someone kneels down behind me and begins to lick my cunt dry of the donkey’s spunk and quickly to drink all of my own juices which now pour out.

user16
01-06-2006, 10:18 AM
I don’t think we have any room in our lives for any kind of group scene; it simply wouldn’t fit in; we wouldn’t know how to handle it. But in fantasy, it’s fantastic.

The three of us are in the living room, me, Ben, and my friend Helen. Our living room, here at home. Only the windows are larger, big bay windows with large panes and no drapes, no curtains, the way those windows are in the endless little houses – all lit up along the endless roads that stretch across the countryside, the people’s lives exposed, like…We have just come in from shopping, the three of us, and as I go into the kitchen to put away the groceries and start dinner, I see Ben help Helen out of her coat. I stand at the sink, watching them behind me reflected in this huge polished window. Ben is standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders, on her coat, but she takes his hands quickly and slips them down, cupping them around her breasts, holding them there. They don’t realize that I can see, as their backs are to me. I make little noises with the groceries to reassure them that I am busy putting things away. I run the water in the sink, giving them time to go on. Ben hesitates, letting her press his hands against her breasts. Then she presses back against him, rubbing against his groin. I can feel the rush of excitement that charges Ben, that gets him instantly erect as I can get him, as I so often have by rubbing my bottom against him.

I go back into the living room, but first I clear my throat and start talking so they will know I am coming. I walk through the room, telling them I’m going up to have a quick bath, telling Ben to fix Helen a drink and keep her company. But I don’t go upstairs. I stand just outside the door and wait, watching them. Ben sits on the sofa, shy as always, and it is Helen who moves in, kneels in front of him, unzips his fly and takes his penis in her hand, puts it into her mouth. Ben’s hands start to push her away… He looks quickly in the direction I’ve gone. But the pleasure is too much. He sees Helen, sees her lips round his penis, her mouth full of him, her lips bulging around it as though she’s going to swallow it. He reaches for her breasts again and fondles them; they seem to grow in his hands, to swell in size. Until they are as large as mine. Her blond head moves faster and faster, up and down on his penis, pushing her lips back so that Ben can see her teeth, small and white, moving as though she is eating some delicious piece of meat. The tip of it slips farther and farther down into her throat; Ben is practically paralyzed with ecstasy. He falls back against the sofa, his hands reaching for his trouser front, unfastening it altogether so that she can really get at him. He is no longer the Ben I know at all. Helen undoes her blouse, never letting his penis rest, sucking away on it. She takes her breasts in her own hands, and kneads them so that drops of milk gush from them onto Ben’s pubic hairs, soaking them. I move quietly into the room, knowing they won’t stop now, and wanting to watch them more closely. They have forgotten now that I am even in the house. Ben is about to come in her mouth, but he wants the milk even more and he lifts her, drags her onto the sofa, so that he can suck her breasts while his hands undress her, fondle her until she moans for him to put it into her, there on our sofa, their clothes half on, half off, in front of the huge picture window. I shake off my clothes and naked I go over to them. I get on the sofa behind Ben. I want so badly to join them, to give Ben even more pleasure in return for all the pleasure he is giving Helen – who is really part me and part Helen – and suddenly I have this warm wet thing to put into him, a penis, my penis. I press it into him slowly, but all the way in. Ben gasps with excitement, and I feel the same wild sensation as my body, winding all the way up (because I’m a very deep person) and ending in a thin point – not like a knife, but all the same gentle and definite. A corkscrew arrangement follows the end of the point with a kind of rubbing, twisting power and force; it makes me reel and scream with delight. One after the other, each tentacle makes me come again and again, many comings per black thing, and there is Jesus still talking to these poor infidels from his lofty place, but really He is watching me while I gaze into the eyes of my taker, this huge body – head like the end of a giant orchid penis as it fucks me and engulfs the whole of me with those spent fingers but with many more still poised, still ready to come as I come again and again…aaaahhhhhh! "Bless you, my child … "

EricssonMan
01-06-2006, 11:17 AM
Pls continue your good start.

user16
01-06-2006, 01:00 PM
Seems like the support not bad, so I'll con't.
Also got bro, asking for longer versions, so I'm adding some longer ones.

I think it's quite cool to know that women do have fantasies too, but getting them to act them out is a whole new ball game.

PS : Thanks for the points too!

user16
01-06-2006, 01:02 PM
I’m twenty-two and very shy, and group gropes aren’t my scene at all. But my imagination isn’t the least bit shy. When my husband and I are making love, or when I masturbate, I visualize my husband screwing another woman while I am screwing another man. We’re all in the same room, or in two double beds, and I can see what they’re doing in a big mirror. It excites me very much. I can’t remember when this started or what started it, but I very rarely reach orgasm without thinking about it.

user16
01-06-2006, 01:05 PM
I think there’s a bit of the bisexual in all of us, and in some way I think I bring it out in Richard. Maybe it’s because I want to. You see, I really get turned on by this idea of me and Richard making it with another guy. I’d just love to see him expressing some of that good solid love he has for sex, for women – sharing it with men too.

And I’d love to be the one that makes it happen. That’s it, I guess: I’d really love to initiate him into a happy little group scene, and as long as I’m there, involved, I think he’d do it and enjoy it. What’s interesting is I know I’d never be turned on with this idea if Richard and I were serious about each other, because I am too damn jealous and possessive. But I’d love to turn him on, him and another man and me. It would be so friendly and exciting.

I am kneeling in front of a fireplace, poking the embers back to life. Only it’s not a real fire, it’s papier-mâché, and the room is like that chalet we once rented in Switzerland; in fact the room is a set, a stage. Because of the stage lights I can’t see the audience, but I know they’re out there. Also, the fake fire throws out a semicircular pink glow that surrounds me, making it hard to see who the other man is.

He has just come into the room with Richard and they stand in the shadows behind me, talking. As Richard goes into the other room to mix us all a drink, the other man starts to follow him, then changes his mind and comes and stands behind me. He puts his big sheepskin coat around me, as I’m shivering. Then he kneels beside me and takes the poker, but keeps my hand under his, pressing it hard around the grooved handle. I watch my fingers whiten under the pressure of his. Richard’s voice comes warm and happy from the other room, and the sound of the ice clinking in the glasses. I can smell the other man’s warm brandy breath and feel the hardness of his thigh against me, and the unrelenting pressure of his hand. I let the coat slip from my shoulders, feeling the pain in my nipples as they harden visibly under my sweater. The audience murmurs appreciatively. Now I reach for a log to put on the fire and in the movement let my nipples graze his shoulder. My gesture lets him know I won’t resist; his pressure on my hand lessens. The audience claps very quietly, approving. Squatting as he is, I can see the sudden bulge in his trousers as I acquiesce. His cock moves like a quick heartbeat, just above that mysterious place between a man’s legs where all the seams of his trousers meet. Behind us is the familiar sound of Richard’s voice, like a hum. He is humming as he puts on the music, Shirley Bassey’s voice, heavy breathing music-to-get-laid-by, Richard calls it. With his finger, just the finger tip, the man lifts my sweater and bends his head to press his warm lips around my breast, holding me in his mouth, just his tongue flicking the nipple until I gasp. And the audience gasps, too. My body begins to move with the music, my body and this man’s mouth in a dance, all wet and warm now. With my finger I begin to trace the seam between his legs and his mouth responds, his tongue circling downward as my hand spreads round his crotch, the fingers arched and separated over the pressure beneath. In one motion I unzip his fly, setting him free like some giant bird. Now his tongue is in my hair, reaching for it just below the top of my low-slung pants. His hands tug to ease them down so that he can get at me. I can feel his breath just above my clitoris and can feel him inhale the scent of me; I am wet with my own juices. His hands work quickly at the fastening on my pants and I am free, too, his mouth open wide now, his tongue full out for where I want it. I lean back, resting on my hands, raising myself up to him, and he holds my buttocks, pressing my upturned cunt to his mouth like some big, wet persimmon. The lips of my cunt seem to move like real lips in anticipation, begging him for his tongue until I feel it, warm and full on that little spot, sucking it in a kiss. I strain, arching my back to give him that whole part of my body, the music all around me, Shirley wailing away for more, my head thrown back, so far away from that other part of me, so lonely, until I open my eyes and see Richard watching us, fascinated, his own erection big and eager to share. "Come," my own lips form the word, and he is on us, on top of me, his grateful mouth on mine, his cock dangling in front of the other man’s face. But only for a second, as the man raises his mouth from my cunt to Richard’s cock, while thrusting his own cock into me with such force that my scream of pleasure is drowned in the thunderous ovation from the audience.

user16
01-06-2006, 01:19 PM
- - From the author --

In my researches I didn’t find one woman who said she had never masturbated. You could say that this has something to do with the nature of my subject, that the kind of people who talked to me were bound to be more sexually candid. Perhaps my surprise at finding that all the women I talked to masturbated is more a comment on me than my contributors. Possibly. But you see, it wasn’t that I didn’t expect women to masturbate – to have tried it or stumbled upon it at some point in their lives – I simply didn’t think my own experience was all that universal. It goes back again to how little women know about one another, how inclined we are to feel isolated, different, not like the other girls, because we don’t know about other girls.

We all know about men; they masturbate. Little boys and masturbation are a normal, even charming part of the women’s magazine stories as to how little boys are. I suppose that’s it; we’ve all read so much about it, about little boys discovering it, and being discovered. It’s charming.

But women? We’re as hidden as our clitorises. By the time we’ve found them, hidden away up there, we’re guilty at having located them. If it were meant to be found and enjoyed, wouldn’t it be in the open, hanging down and swinging free like a cock? (No wonder little girls suffer penis envy.)

That, I suppose, is why I was so surprised to find we all do it: I simply assumed without thinking that I was as alone in my discovery as I’d been alone while growing up, with my other female thoughts about my femaleness. Logically, I accepted my similarity to other women – why should I be different? – but emotionally I was as uncertain as to how I stood on the subject of masturbation as I was on whether I was oversexed. No one talked about girls masturbating, it was not a part of the prescribed myth of innocence, of growing up, of becoming a woman. Actually, I don’t think there is a female version of that popular myth: neither Heidi, Nancy Drew, or the Little Women masturbated; there is no female equivalent to Studs Lonigan and Huck Finn.

I’ll tell you some things I’ve learned about women and masturbation. Despite their long training to reticence, once you’ve engaged their confidence, women talk about it easily. Once they realize they aren’t the only ones, they admit to masturbation as readily as to sex, they accept it and, unlike men, seem to feel no less a woman for doing it. You could reduce this to a sign of our times, to the nature of my research or of the women who would talk to me. But it’s more than that; it’s the essence of what all this research boils down to: that women, once opened up and allied to other women, are indeed less ashamed, more adventurous, more accepting sexually than men. If books like mine help women to be more trusting with each other, to talk, to explore, we may find that written. Only half.

Here is some incidental data on the subject of fantasy and masturbation that I found interesting: Most of the women I talked to remember their first sexual fantasies and their first masturbation to have occurred at about the same time, usually between seven and eleven (for reasons I don’t understand, these two ages, seven and eleven, are the specific years most often mentioned). Also, when they do masturbate they don’t fantasize about the same things that they do during sex.

In fact, many fantasies during masturbation don’t even concern active sex; sometimes just the fantasy of being nude on a beach is all the sexual imagery a woman wants or requires. One last thing: I think women’s invention in the choice of their masturbatory tools is worth a mention – from the familiar finger, the dildo, the increasingly popular vibrators (although everyone mentions being put off by the noise of the batteries) to cucumbers, vacuum cleaner hoses, battery-operated Ronson toothbrushes, silver engraved hairbrush handles, exotic phallocrypts made by native houseboys, down to simple streams of water. Sometimes the tool is everything, appearing in both fact and fantasy in the same form – and sometimes the hairbrush becomes the desired lover’s cock and the water from the bathtub faucet the pee from a very black man’s cock. Shocking? Not when you think about it.

micl_ten
01-06-2006, 01:57 PM
Very interesting story, please continue.

Cheers :)

user16
01-06-2006, 02:25 PM
Allo !! Brathas!!

I'm posting the stories here, as I mention before,

1. I found a book about it
2. I think it's intresting to know that woman do have fantasies too.

That doesn't mean I'm a woman right?
I'm a man and I'm keen to know more inner stuff, that women don't tell us about, that's what I'm sharing here.

So Brathas, please stop sending me PM, wanting to have discreet fun with me, ok?? :mad:

But Sisters, if you are keen to let me understand you more, please feel free to PM me! :D

tobi69
01-06-2006, 02:27 PM
Came across a Book, where they collected all the women fantasies.
Some of them quite long lah, so I'll post the shorter ones to start with.
Let's see if you guys like or not first ok?

Bro nice stories...now i know that girls have this kinda fantasy...thought most of them are a decent bunch...hehehe :D

user16
01-06-2006, 02:36 PM
Bro nice stories...now i know that girls have this kinda fantasy...thought most of them are a decent bunch...hehehe :D

Hahaha, that's what I thought too!!