Last g/f liked me to hold her down, this escalated to requests to grab her hair…pull it harder…grab her throat…bite her…really hard.
Really started to freak me out and made me quite uncomfortable. There’s a certain level of kinkiness that I’m cool with but causing pain is not on my list. I ended the relationship shortly afterwards (that was one of a number of reasons).
I’m a guy, about 35 at the time. She’s a few years older than me.
Wow. I thought women like that were strictly a fabrication of the porn industry.
Female, 38.
He wanted me to wear a pair of pantyhose–not stockings–all day with no underwear. Preferably on a hot day. Then at the end of the day, he wanted to gnaw through the crotch of the pantyhose and perform oral sex on not-so-fresh-feeling me. I declined.
I mean, the whole thing seemed pretty distasteful (ha!) to me in general, but I’m willing to try just about anything. Except if it involves pantyhose. Gah, I hate those things!
At the time:
Me female 42
Him male 33
His request: tie me to a couple of saw-horses
So did you do it? We appreciate detail here. 
Yes. It was fabulous. I kept the rope as a souvenir.
39/m
One girl wanted me to rape her. (Not to the extent corkboard speaks of)
Had a black girl who wanted me to call her “nigger” as we were having sex. (I’m white) I guess she had a slave girl fetish.
Female, now 46
My bf wanted to 1) tie me up (okay) and 2) blindfold me (fun!) while 3) I was naked (good)…
and then lock me in his closet for an hour or so.
No.
I argued that there wasn’t any sex involved for me, he insisted and I went home. 1) free 2) sighted and 3) clothed.
Hummm…
(wonders if I’m the only person reading thread to see if any of my former partners post some strange request I made)
Strangest (to me anyway, I’ve done tons of sexual things most would think of as very strange) was someone who wanted me to draw blood. I said no way.
Been with a lot of doper ladies have ya?
The strangest sexual request I have received would actually be pretty mundane and cannot even come close to this one a bargirl told me she received one time:
She said she went to a customer’s hotel room with him. She started to get undressed, but he stopped her. She had taken off her shoes, and he took her outside and had her walk with him barefoot all the way to the hotel swimming pool. Then they walked back. Then he got off by licking her feet all over. :eek:
(This account was later included in the book Hello, My Big, Big Honey, an excellent compilation of letters between bargirls and customers who have returned home. Also includes some anecdotes like this one.)
Pretty pedestrian really, but sex in a public place where the morning traffic commuters could see as they drove by. I acquiesced.
Other than that… straining memory…analingus. Sexy Spanish girl as we’re driving up to the beach house - “I’m going to lick your asshole clean, Mr.” I demurred.
I’m just not really sure that knives need to be involved at all.
As a young Gay slut in Berlin back in the day, there are far too many stories:
One guy I met, super stud, used to be a Catholic monk (really) and still had the robes. Went to his house and he had build a contraption - basically a sort of coffee table about two feet high, out of plywood that had a hole drilled through it. I was to put on the monk’s robe, lay flat on the table and let my dick hang through the hole in the plywood while he, also in a monk’s robe, would lie flat under the plywood and orally take care of me. To make the scene even more bizarre, this guy also had 5 pet white rats (which I like, having worked with white rats in psych classes) that were roaming freely though the house but trained not to ever walk on the carpets, just the hardwood floors.
Another evening I will never forget was in East Berlin. I was sort of dating an East German guy and we were going to his apartment which was about an hour subway ride (actually the S-Bahn, above ground) and it was late - about 2:00 AM, and the last train until morning. The two of us were alone in the compartment until a Russian soldier came onto the train. There was a Russian compound out that direction. At any rate, the East German guy whispered that the Russian soldier was kind of watching us…so at a point in the trip where there was no stop for 12 minutes (my friend knew the ride well) he told me to unzip his pants for him and pull it out. He wanted the Russian to watch us. I did, the Russian watched and it was probably one of the most interesting 12 minutes I have ever experienced.
Many years ago, someone wanted me to torture him to death. Literally. Needless to say, I refused.
Aw, that’s too bad.
This chick have a phone number?
Trust me, you don’t want to get involved. She’s married (to a guy who I have long suspected is closeted); she has 3 kids now and I think she didn’t lose her “baby weight” with any of them, but just kept adding it on with each successive kid. We saw each other recently at a friend’s wedding and I was amazed how someone could let herself go so badly in just a few years.
Ah, then nevermind. She can keep her pee to herself.
at the time
Me: 22
Her: 23
Dairy Queen had a popular topping that is also sold in supermarkets called “Magic Shell”. She liked making chocolate casts of my erect penis with it. She’d then carefully take off the solidified shell, fill it with Rediwhip, and leave it in a bowl by her side of the bed. She’d eat it as a snack afterwards.
As she made very sure every little bit of the chocolate was removed orally, I couldn’t very well [del]think coherently[/del] object.