You convinced me, and I tried to send you some pictures, but for some reason they kept getting bounced back as undeliverable. Sorry, at least I tried.
Just kidding. Pictures ain’t happening. Ever.
You are a sadistic woman.
You know, Hoshi, er, I mean, Mrs. Six tells me the same thing on occasion.
one to add…
Being lost naked in a warm pitch black cave system containing many other similarly trapped people.
I don’t know if that counts as some sort of woumb fixation, but pitch black warm places are sexy, also if there is warm rain as well…
I had this fantasy where I was living in a dorm at a women’s college, the only senior in a hall full of freshman girls. Sometimes I’d find one outside my door modelling the new outfit she got from Frederick’s of Hollywood, or one might call for help from the bathroom because she couldn’t get out of the tight, sweaty t-shirt she’d been working out in…
Oh no, wait, all that really happened.
Okay, well, here’s another one. I’m living in a little apartment in Japan, My building faces the rear of one maintained by the yakuza as a residence for the strippers and bar hostesses in their employ. I guess they don’t have good air conditioning over there, because whenever I go out my door during the day I see them lounging around in their lingerie or half-nude, balcony doors open to let the breeze in…
Wait, that really happened too.
The difference between fantasy and reality is that these things aren’t necessarily very interesting when you’re really experiencing them! The above situations never registered as anything more than faintly amusing. Similarly, I’ve spent too much time in the hospital for medical fantasies to be appealing, too much time teaching not to be creeped out by the thought of “private lessons”, too much time temping to relish the idea of being chased around a desk.
My own fantasies are mostly pretty dull, but interesting to me because they aren’t things that happen to me very often in real life…like, say, an attractive person suddenly declaring that they’re desperate to sleep with me! And then we actually do it!
Yeah, and then you rescue a girl from slavers, killing all of the bastards, and the girl is really grateful…or is it just me?
Hey, do you mind, I am one of those slavers, the tall gothic looking one with a spiky clothes carrying a a steel articulate whip. 
YES! Isn’t that weird? There are so many things I fantasize about, that are unbelievably sexy when I’m just thinking about them, that would be gross to me if they were to actually happen.
Too too true. It is easy to fantasize about licking peoples feet, or having someone lick your feet (or worse) but in reality feet unless weel washed can be pretty gross and probably taste fowl. It is also easy to fantasize about painful things without actually enjoying real pain in real life.
Why would feet that taste [like] fowl be gross? I imagine that would be better than their natural flavor.
Darn! Forgot about that revealing screen name! Sometimes you just think of “Evil Captor” as the way you sign your checks, monogram your undies and tattoo your slavegirls, and forget that it has an actual meaning.
Oh, and I’m doing fine! How you doin? 
OK, I DO have a fantasy, it’s kinda like pirate and captive.
But instea of being a pirate, I’m a scientist, an instead of the past, I’m living in a future world where a biowarfare agent – a terminal virus if you will – has been released into the atmosphere. It renders men and women instantly fatal whenever they make love, driving the birth rate to zero and causing the sexes to divide into warring camps.
(OK, the set up for this one is a little long, but bear with me, good payoff, you betcha.)
So, I invent this serum that can cause the terminal virus not to work out in my lonely laboratory. I can save the world now! But first I need to test it, and for that I need … a WOMAN!!!
So I go over to the woman’s enclave and kidnap a guard, tying her up VEEERY securely and taking her to my laboratory. There I try desperately to talk her into helping test my serum, but she’ll have none of it. She doesn’t believe me, and that whole death thing is a real deal-breaker for her.
So finally I am forced … forced against my own better nature, to give her the serum, take some myself, remove her clothes, tie her up in several exciting positions, and make love to her … not just to satisfy my own crazed lusts, but for her HER OWN GOOD, indeed (strikes noble pose) for the GOOD OF THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE.
As for why I put the ballgag with head harness on her – well, call it youthful exuberance.
Other than that, it’s EXACTLY like the pirate and captive fantasy.
I’d like to be the first to sign up for the part of the female guard.
What?
Either a castaway on an island full of Amazonia, or a post-apocalyptic world where I am one of the few men if not the only man left. I am initially given free reign with all the women, and any sexual favor I want is for the asking as long as I am willing to impregnate as many women as possible.
Problems start to arise from my choices for partners. Rivalry and jealousy problems set in. My sexual fetishes start to get weirder and weirder out of boredom. Three times a day starts to affect the amount of sperm production.
A council of wisewomen meets. They decide that a sperm-producing male is too valuable a commodity to squander. The Master is taken prisoner. They experiment with straight sex, blowjobs and prostate milking to find the most efficient way of milking me on a daily basis.
My dream fantasy of all the sex I want is turned into a nightmare of more sex than I want. I am milked on a daily basis against my will, and constantly hounded by prison guards trying to cheat the system for themselves or to sell on the black market.
archmichael look up the post apocalyptic sci-fi film “A boy and his dog”, though it isn’t exactly sexy or explicit.
- Pirates. Oh hell yes. I am the pirate. My captive is a beautiful blonde princess, I also have a female co-pirate, dark hair with an eyepatch. See the thread I started about women with an eyepatch several months ago. And like any good pirate, I have a hook in place of my right hand.
- Student getting ‘private tutoring’ from teacher. No.
- Mate swapping: No.
- Starring in a porn movie: Occassionally.
- Gothic mansion: Occassionally.
- Boss/secretary discipline: Nope.
- Fan Fic: No.
- Getting caught passing as the other sex: No.
- Being the sex slave of a dominatrix: No.
- Nurse/patient or nurse/doctor: No.
- Surreptitiously turning my partner on in a public setting: No.
- Being a “Pet”: No.
- Performance art: No.
- Cave with naked people: No.
There was a time when I thought that my sexual fantasies were a lot weirder and more perverted than anyone else’s. I have to thank the SDMB for teaching me that the exact opposite is true.
I hate to mention this (no I don’t) but I and I am sure others here are trying to keep this clean enough to avoid upsetting the Mods by not mentioning our weirder fantasies.
::: Nods, makes addendum to “to capture” list. :::
It was the part about doing it for the good of the entire human race, wasn’t it?
That was about me, wasn’t it? And I DIDN’T EVEN MENTION the part about the noisemakers and the confetti!