And PS. my answer to the OP’s question is ponies
Maybe, but I don’t think that’s what worked for her. It wasn’t about her pleasure, it was about mine. She wanted me to use her for my own pleasure- she told me once she wanted to be my “sex receptacle”.
I don’t think I’ll try that, since my wife would probably object to me bringing my girlfriend from twenty years ago into our bedroom. 
Some people are just no fun at all.
Turning into a giant robot?
I don’t either, but it’s kinda funny if you read it in the voice of Borat.
Intriguing point of view! I take exactly the opposite: since my fantasy life isn’t real, but a wholly imaginary projection, like a (bad) movie, written and filmed and scored and directed entirely by myself, and with an audience of one – I can daydream about things I wouldn’t want to do in real life. I can play with ideas, as ideas, that would be absolutely unsuitable in reality.
In the cinema of the mind, there is no exogenous censor…and no consequences for one’s actions, either.
And, c’mon, who hasn’t had a “revenge” daydream, involving beating the crap out of somebody? Who hasn’t had a “bank robbery” daydream, or a “mind-reader at the poker table” fantasy? All of these are morally wrong…and wildly entertaining!
Same here, and add Sarah Palin, ashamed to admit!
Virtually all of them since I have moral qualms against sex outside of marriage and I don’t really want to be or think I will be able to get married.
Jeebus… I’m so… boring!
Scenarios involving being asphyxiated (by some sort of strangulation) to death. Some involve another person, some involve being in a simple or complex machine that, once set in motion, can’t be stopped; all I can do is wait for the end.
Sissification. Some cross-dressers are able to look amazingly feminine, but once you look into it, you realize that they’ve practiced, practiced, practiced. Makeup, clothing, the way you move, and so on, there are a ton of details to be attended to. I don’t have the energy to study it that intently, and I’d rather not just look like a guy in a dress with some shitty makeup on.
Public humiliation. It is unethical to involve third parties (i.e. the general public) without their informed consent, so scenarios of that sort can only play out in my brain. There could also be legal/professional consequences.
Being blackmailed into sexual submission. Back in the days of Usenet, erotic stories like this were fun to read. But of course, to really give someone that kind of power over your entire life is dangerous.
That’s all I can think of for now.
How cute.
In short, yes I do. I won’t reveal details here because everything I say can and will be used against me.
(should I start a “Zebra will post your sex fantasy thread?” no, I think not. I don’t think the mods would approve)
One of my life mottos is; I don’t have sexual fantasies, I make sexual plans.
So no, I don’t have any fantasies that I wouldn’t go through with. There’s really only a couple left I haven’t done.
Almost all of my sexual fantasies I’ve actually done in real life. Multiple times. Which means I’m very wild and freaky, or boring. OK, it’s the second one.
But there is something which goes on, which bothers me a bit.
My best friend in the world is an attractive leggy blue-eyed blonde, who has a serious reputation for being a, um, “floozy,” yeah, let’s use that word. She is very intelligent, kind, and likes a lot of the same things I do.
She’s also a lesbian too, and really, really wants to have sex with me, in a specific manner. She wants me to tie her up with her bondage gear and be a domme, doing all sorts of rather awkward and painful things to her. How do I know she’s serious? For one, she brings it up all the time. For another, she flirts shamelessly with me in public, and when we’re in private…OMG. True story, I went to her house a month ago for Sunday morning coffee and chatting, and she answered the door wearing a see-through robe, garter, stockings, and 4-inch heels. And when I sat down on her couch, she bounced down next to me, swung her legs over across my lap, batted her eyes at me and said “feel my stockings, Una! Aren’t they silky?” and when I gave a desultory rub, she said “oh, I’ve been so bad, maybe you should spank me!” and flipped over on her tummy and pulled up her robe…it goes on. Eventually, when I sat there sighing and talking about the weather, she got up with a pout and brought the coffee, and we gossiped and carried on like nothing had happened. Until the next time I came over…lather, rinse, repeat.
Aside from her, since about October at least 7 women I know have made propositions for sex, and I don’t know how many I’ve met casually at clubs. Three weeks ago a cute little Asian girl and her transman boyfriend danced with me for about half an hour, then the girl grabbed me to ask if I wanted to come how with them for a 3-way. And that’s a typical night out at the clubs. Am I bragging? Oh, hell yeah, in a way, but I’m also confused as to why all of a sudden I’m being chased by these women. All my life only one woman ever wanted me, and then since October I’m like the $2 t-bone on super-duper-special at the meat counter.
The only reason I haven’t tied up the blue-eyed tease and picked up her riding crop, or texted for some quick lunchtime nookie from the other girls, is that I’m married to the greatest and sexiest woman I know of. If you look in the dictionary under monogamy, it has my photo, with a satisfied but wistful expression on her face. So all of the above are sexual fantasies I’d never carry out in real life.
I cannot think of any sexual interaction between two (or more) men that I haven’t at least fantasized about. Some of them are way beyond what I’d actually do in reality, including some that are unethical and/or illegal. And I should point out that I believe these “undoable” fantasies are totally normal and healthy, assuming they remain fantasies. But all the ones that are “doable,” my partner and I have done many times in our dungeon, which is in the attic. For example, I think a whole lot of people have rape fantasies (as the rapist or the victim), so I can live out this fantasy with my partner without violating any ethical or legal restraints.
It’s really not as painful as you’d think, although it sounds AWFUL. It depends on where you’re being touched, of course.
Mostly things like suddenly getting all the flaws of my body corrected, or sometimes turning into a guy. Sometimes darker stuff.
Decepticon?
I love to see depictions of scantily-clad superheroines getting knocked out with punches, kicks, blasts, chloroform, knockout gas, all sorts of methods. I actually have a page at the “Deviant Art” website devoted to the subject.
I have zero interest in doing this in real life, however.
go-bots
Hey now. I have some standards.