Ex wife accidentally glued the soles of both feet to a tile floor. Heh heh heh! I did eventually let her go after, as you say, she earned it. Fun!
Testy.
Perhaps you would have been less insulted and annoyed if you had read my post again, or had asked what I meant if you did not understand. Of course I put the two issues in the same thought - because I was trying to find out how they were related, or how they were resolved in the fantasies of those having them. And if just thinking about something that seems similar to your fantasy bothers you so much, well…
Let’s look through the posts in question, shall we?
OK, this is by a male, but directed at a specific female poster here. It doesn’t sound very vouluntary and controllable on the part of the woman. Of course, that was the intent - that it be pleasurable, voluntary, and controllable by the woman. But it did not seem this way.
OK, this one by the “oft-maligned” SexyWriter. It sure seemed like a violent rape thing to me - so I thought I would ask.
OK…hard to separate the two here based on this post. Of course, as I have learned, the intent of the people having the fantasies was to still maintain some level of control, and not have it be an anonymous stranger. But no one gave me a chance to ask a question.
Note the keywords used by the lovely and intelligent evilbeth here. They did not tell me of any control. Thus I did not understand.
OK now…here’s one by a male that has a clearly voluntary aspect shown in it. I had no question here.
Sorta ambiguous here whether submissive or rape…
I’ll ignore Polish Sausage’s little story, as it is clear it is a story based on fantasies in this thread, and go to Zebra
No comment here, this one is too easy.
Look, I could go on, but there is no point. You have already made your own judgement of me, ironically. If you don’t understand how someone could have a question about this, or be confused, then tough. Maybe these cutesy flirt/sex threads should come with a “do not comment or ask any questions” warning in them as well.
OK, so I spoiled everyone’s fun. I’m a bad Una. What I find interesting is that apparantly even after explaining numerous times that I did not intend to do that, or intend to judge people, several people still refuse to acknowledge that I was not picking on them or judging them. People like Frannie, Mauvaise, and TruePisces evidently understand I meant no harm - but others just don’t get it. Apparantly, this is no longer about any actual issue, and instead is about me. And that is going to severely piss me off if it keeps up.
Okay, this seems to be getting far afield of MPSIMS territory. If you want to debate whether rape fantasies are good, bad or indifferent, Great Debates might be a good place for it. Otherwise I can see this degenerating into a Pit thread fairly soon, and I don’t really want to send it there. Please, let’s keep the rest of this thread in the spirit of the OP.
I fantasize about loving, affectionate, long, wet, slow, sensual sex with an absolute angel of a woman. My heart’s desire is overwhelmingly transcendent lovemaking.
No Anthracite they are not related in the RL sense. You being a woman and thinking they may be is what I find insulting. Having to resolve them is not what fantasy is about because its just that fantasy.
And if just thinking about something that seems similar to your fantasy bothers you so much, well…
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Well what? My fantasy is wrong because I want to be raped IRL? As I stated (and meant) rape IRL is abbhorent to me. It’s people such as yourself that make me feel my fantasy is wrong when it has nothing to do with RL rape. Me and my husband have a word that means stop!.
It might not seem that way to you but people with these kinds of fantasy know full well that it ends where they want it to end. I cant imagine any woman on this earth squirming in anticipation when it is RL rape.
I have one question to ask you Anthracite do you believe that any woman on this earth would want to be raped? Please, I would like to know because as stated in my previous post I speak for all women when I say that no woman on this earth would want that to happen to them. There is things I would like to do to rapists that I can’t even repeat on this board, so can you see the point now? Your rape experience has nothing to do with this thread.
Ladies? Remember the OP? Remember what Euty said? This thread is not the place for this.
Anthracite: I think one point that should make it somewhat easier for you to see what the women are telling you is to remember that when they are telling of being held and put into restraints etc., they are all talking about it being with people they know and presumably trust. The goal being sexual satisfaction for both partners. IRL rape has nothing to do with sexual gratification for either partner, but control. The rapist has total control over his victim. Hence making rape IRL not a sexual act but an act of total domination over another person for their own sick enjoyment. And just guessing from stats I would venture to say a lot of women on these boards have been the victim of at least one rape (myself included), and I can certainly see the difference between what these women are talking about and rape.
And just for the heck of it, I agree with Euty, give me the right person, and no barriers, just live, laugh and love, till you just can’t do it no more.
While we’re waiting for the next person who has something to say that’s not related to the OP, but related to the hijack to go start a new thread for discussing the hijack and dropping a pointer to it here… hint, hint, hint
Going back from fantasies to fetishes… There’s one I have always had is a bit wierd, just because it’s so ordinary.
for me… A women in a plain white button down shirt is incredibly sexy. Doesn’t matter if it’s a woman’s shirt or a man’s shirt. Of course extra points if it’s my white button down shirt and that’s all she’s wearing, but that’s for other reasons.
-Doug
my dream would be after a long day of expedition kayaking, we set up base-tent, in the MIDDLE of nowhere, and because it’s the middle of nowhere, we don’t have to wear clothes at all. so whenever we want to, we can just start rompin right there (as often, long, and LOUD as we want to.
I’m extremely turned on by a female (a) moaning in pleasure or (b) a female’s face and body is so extremely beautiful when she is in sexual bliss or © I’m extremely turned on at the warmth and firmness (yet pliableness) of a female’s back.
I just enjoy total freedom of body.
I, also, would like to just let the female have her way with me, no tools of sado-masochism, just her and me and some rope tying me to the bed…
I’ve also wanted to try anal, I don’t know why, but I have…
my fetish?–I love an athletic girl. not mannish, just muscular. a 6-pack is a plus, but I’m normally not too turned on by chicks that don’t work out a bit. to me, it defines their body better. Larger thighs and gluts, slimmer waist (hrglass) nice back (I hate seeing chick’s shoulder-blades (Blech!!)) I’m also an athletic person, so a chick that can keep up is a must.
nothing extravagant, but that’s what I’m turned on by…
Hey - I wasn’t the one that posted again on this dead horse 3 hours after Eutychus rightfully warned us not to do this. eirroc - when Euty warns you, listen. He is The Man. Thus, I will not respond to your points here. E-mail me, I’m really not as mean as you think.
I will instead add another fantasy that to this thread.
My fantasies for myself are extremely mundane and boring. Why? Because due to having little self-esteem, I have been conditioned to believe that I am not worthy of receiving pleasure. Thus, my interesting fantasies involve how I would try to pleasure my partner.
I would like to first take my little maiden, and kiss her so softly. A soft, gently exploring kiss that turns into a deep, nipping, nibbling one. My lips would move down to her neck, and along her shoulders - kissing, biting gently.
I would start to undress her. Slowly undoing the laces, the zippers, rubbing sore spots where her clothes have cruelly cut into her soft body through the day. Watching and smiling as I see the goosebumps rise on her flesh as the hot clothes are removed, and the cool air of the room wafts over her. Top and skirt are removed. Shoes are slipped off, then stockings are slooooowly unrolled down her trim little legs. I giggle as I see more goosebumps. Her bra, then panties yield to my fingers, and she stands before me - naked, cooling in the air of the room.
But that will not do - I don’t want her to take a chill. So I take her to a warm bath in the next room. She slips into the steamy, bubbly water - scented of peach and mango - and relaxes as I wash her body. Softly sponging and caressing her, basting her shoulders and back with the warm fluid so she never is chilled or uncomfortable.
Then she is done. I help her out of the tub, and wrap her in a large warm towel. I rub her body down to dry her - except some areas won’t dry for some reason…anyhow. I lead her, still wrapped in the white cotton, into the bedroom again.
She sits on the bed beside me, and we kiss again. Deeply, with all of our soul, for unknown minutes. Her towel falls away from her body, unnoticed. She pulls me in close to her and I kiss and caress her body for several minutes, until she is flushed and panting. I help her put her hair up.
I lay out a dry towel on the bed, and have her lay on her little tummy. She looks into my eyes, and crosses her arms above her head. Black silk is produced, and I bind her wrists firmly with it. While she tests the bonds, smiling, I move to her legs and bind her pretty little ankles, making sure her legs may part - if she wishes. Lastly, I blindfold her with the final piece of silk. She lays there breathing heavily, waiting, and most importantly, trusting.
I am now nude, and I sit beside her, caressing her back and bottom. I produce the almond oil, and pour some into my hands. I warm it with my body’s heat, and then drizzle it down her spine. I take my hands and run them in circles, in long sweeps, and rub the oil into her flawless back. I warm more oil, and rub, and continue until her back, bottom, thighs, are all warm, flushed, and oiled. As I move up to massage the oil into her shoulders, I drag myself along her back - oily flesh on oily flesh, my breasts scraping along either side of her spine.
I move lower, and start to lick. I lick everywhere, from top to bottom, but focus on the small of her back, and other places. Long, slow, firm licks - with little tickles thrown in as well. She shudders involuntarily under my tongue, and moves in her bonds. I rub her shoulders, and along her neck with my hands, as I continue to lick.
Then, I roll her over gently, and warm more oil in my hands. My hands caress and coat her collarbone, breasts, tummy, thighs, and every other part of her. More of the long, slow, firm strokes with the oil. She gasps and moves beside me, as my touch becomes more intimate. I move but a few seconds, and she releases. I caress her and whisper to her, and continue my delicate, experienced caress. She releases again, and again, and again. I hold her close to me, kissing her, biting her nipples lightly as I draw them into my hot mouth, kissing her throat - I love her entire length as she continues to build, tense, and release.
Finally, she has had enough. I hear her breathe:
“no”
and I stop immediately. I hold her close to me, pressing my body full against hers, and feel the tremors pass through her body. Rippling up and down her tummy, her sides. I caress and rub her tummy to relax the muscles. I caress her breasts, neck, and along her jaw, and whisper to her. I tell her how much I love her, how wonderful she is. When minutes have passed and the tremors have stopped, I run up and return with a hot damp towel, and I wipe her body down. Front, back, sides, I clean her gently of the oils of our lovemaking. And then, when all that is left is her glowing skin, I untie her ankles, release her hands, and lastly remove her blindfold. I pull her close to me, and hold her, whispering to her and kissing her lips lightly.
We rest, then get up and share the tub once again…for bathtime never seems to end some nights…
I was wondering if there were any way to have my first post in this thread deleted or its contents removed?
The post is about the note and the blindfold. My fantasy has no mention of rape or rough sex, as these are simply not fantasies of mine. It is something I fantasize about happening between a woman I love and who loves me; about pleasing her (for that matter, anything between a mutually loving relationship if a fantasy of mine).
However, it has apparently been viewed as something sinister, and that makes me feel terrible. I would never think of forcing a woman to do anything. Anthracite, please don’t take this as being something against you. I realize you said it has a “voluntary aspect” to it, but apparently there was something there for you to question in order to bring it up. I am sorry; I never meant it as such.
I had a dream once that, um, a certain male pop culture icon seduced me and then revealed himself to be a long lost cousin. But before I could get angry we had to flee for the Finnish (?!?)border because we were members of the royal family and a revolution had just broken out. I spun this out for weeks as fantasy material.
As much as I hate waking up during the middle of an erotic dream, they always end up making great fodder for sexual fantasies.
rob - you misunderstand, First, regardless of how I feel, you have no cause to feel badly about it - because, as I stated before, no one should feel as they have to justify their fantasy to anyone else, especially me.
Besides - nothing about your fantasy bothered me (and I don’t matter in this aspect anyhow) so please, don’t feel this way. My term “vountary aspect” when in context with the rest just meant that I did not see it as being anything I was curious about w.r.t. the motivation. Jeeze, what a mess I’ve made here. It is I who am sorry I made you uncomfortable. 
Una, that is completely all right. I thought that when you said it was one of the “posts in question” that you, and possibly others, had viewed it in a bad way. I see that I did indeed misunderstand your meaning and I’m sorry for that. I was probably just being too sensitive.
Short girls. Dunno why. Chopping a few inches off the height makes a girl automatically cuter, unless you are already short.
Another fetish being girls who try act innocent while in the act of doing something very naughty. 
Finally, there’s something about being submissive that gets to me. I am not into S&M, but a submissive woman can be alluring. ( You know who you are 
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I love having a guy who’s lap I can sit on without a problem. I love being dominated. And a guy strong enough to roll me either on top of or underneath him… Oh yeah, baby!!!
As far as fantasy… a long, slow night of lovemaking, with every wish and desire of both mine and my lovers being filled and then, when we’ve finally satisfied each other beyond a doubt, laying in each others’ arms and talking until the wee hours of the morning.
sigh
I think it’s time for me to go to bed. 
A man who can easily switch from submissive to dominant and back again…mmmmeeeeooooowwww!
Because sometimes I want to tie them up and sometimes I want to be tied up.
Or being so in lust/love with someone you just can’t keep your hands off them,or they you…::sigh::
Or a man who has an oral fixation…
They’re kind of hard to find since, oh, 400 A.D. or something, but sometimes I get lucky and run into a parade of bagpipe-playing Scotsman or a Gladiator costume party. I just walk around in a daze for a while afterwards.
(I write this as I’m watching The Ten Commandments … be still my heart…)
New fantasy as of tonight. Keyword FANTASY. I am aware that in my little inside world I am a sick fuck, but I am a friendly little optimist hippie IRL.
Note: people tend to fantasize the opposite of how they live. People with power, like CEO’s tend to like to be dominated and have no control. Friendly little people who are laid back in life often have dominant fantasies.
In this fantasy, a girl is strapped spread eagle on a rectangular table that sits at an angle. There is a leather strap across her midriff that has a metal ring in the center, exposing a circular patch of skin. I pound a spike through the ring, pinning her to the table. I then undo the straps, leaving her still nailed to the table. We then have crazy rough sex. I know it’s totally impossible, not to mention sick. As a sort of redeeming not, I always imagine the girl as being consensually there, not a kidnapped victim or slave or anything.
Top that.
MarxBoy