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Want to be taken by an older man

Monday, September 4th, 2017

When I was 16, I was helping my grandmother out at her clothing store. Her best friend worked with her who was 58 years old. But he looked younger. I was a huge flirt. I would sit on the desk and open my legs for him and touch my pussy. I always pretended that I was not doing it. One day I was making coffee, and he came in and was standing close behind me. I felt his hard cock rubbing along my ass. He whispered you little tease. I pushed back on his cock and rubbed my ass all over.

He started kissing my neck, and my pussy was dripping. It felt so good to be getting attention from an older man. His hand then slipped into my pants, and he started fingering me. I came so hard on his hand. He pulled it out licked his finger and told me he would be fucking me later that night. I made up an excuse after work to go to his house and he fucked my brains out.

I am now 27 years old and I would love to fuck an old man in his 70s. Make the dreams come true few more times.

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Fantasy about my older coworker

Saturday, September 2nd, 2017

I am live in Surrey. At the store I work at, there’s a manager named *Will*, and I don’t know how I feel about him. I close the store with him every Friday, so we spend a couple of hours practically by ourselves just telling each other about our lives. He has some crazy stories, which makes him even more intriguing. He shared about some hookups he has, and he’s even walked me home after work to make sure I was okay. I know he doesn’t see me in a sexual way or anything, because of how young I am, but I know that if he ever asked me to do anything with him, I’d say yes. I have fantasies about him all the time, and I just feel so sexually frustrated. He is 32 years older than me and I can’t stop thinking about him.

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Fantasy of being taken by men at the pulp mill

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2017

Many people have thought and fantasized about having sex at workplace. But more often than not, a pleasant distraction to make the long hard days more tolerable. I, for example, work at a pulp mill during shutdowns. Being surrounded by men of all ages, different trades, professions. And more often than not, they’re not from town.

It’s sexually stimulating. I get paid to watch men. Ensure their safety. My mind tends to wander on what it would be like to sneak off to a secluded part of the dirty, massive, maze-like mill. Letting him bend me over, grabbing my hair, and using me to his advantage is more than a fantasy. Because at any given time, with calculated moves— it could become a reality. Some of the men are dirty, hard working professionals. A couple of months ago I got cat called in an elevator and had my ass slapped by some dirty contractor. The good side of me was appalled by such behavior, but the bad side of me was turned on by the spontaneous action in such a confined space. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to push the emergency button, get down onto my knees, lick up his shaft and wrap my lips around his cock. Balls deep. Running my tongue along the head of his penis while watching his reaction. I wouldn’t stop until I was gagging. I don’t know what was stopping me, perhaps the risk. But then again that’s what gets the blood pumping in all the right places. Adrenaline. One day, it’s a goal of mine to achieve what I want and how I want it. It’s a reassuring thought that one day, I’ll work up the courage to respond to some of the catcalls/compliments by some of my colleagues with actions that would leave them breathless. After all, actions speak louder than words, right?

I think what provokes workplace sex, is having to be discreet. The risk. People you see all around town, or people who don’t even know their way around town. Discreetness is a huge turn on for me, I often have this dream about being at work, and one of the welders working on a vessel leans me on the edge of the platform, and instead of getting a lunch break he just eats me out instead since I call the shots after all. It may not be an ideal place or time, but the fact that it’s oh so possible is a thought that’s hard to shake. I want to be left shaking, quivering, and begging for more with a wet pussy leaving me uncomfortable as I perform my day-to-day tasks.

Being unprofessional in a professional environment is something everybody thinks about. The most professional of people often have thoughts that could linger, even thoughts they’re ashamed of. What I want to do is turn those ideas into a reality. I’m only 19; many don’t get over the fact I’m so young, but there’s pleasure in knowing that wrong could feel so right.

I am a nurse in Prince George and this is my confession

Tuesday, August 8th, 2017

I’m a nurse at the local hospital and my confession is that I always imagine what it would be like to get a little naughty with one of the ward orderlies at work. Maybe escape to a staircase somewhere. I just graduated and have a boyfriend but I still think about this taboo fantasy.

The fear of getting caught combined with the taboo really excites me and does something to me. I hate the gross way nurses are portrayed in porn. I would love to see an actual nurse, no makeup, in a regular scrub, sweaty from her shift. Something more real. I don’t think anyone wears those short white miniskirt anymore!

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Conflicted between feminism and rape fantasy

Sunday, July 30th, 2017

I advocate feminism and work for a law firm that devotes in this cause. I have a secret. As a feminist I have always been terrified to admit even to people I’m intimate with that I enjoy rape fantasies. There is something about it that excites me like nothing else. The idea of loosing control and being used as a “sex toy” for someone’s pleasure at his will is something intoxicating.

This fantasy of being raped is not new. Even as a kid and teenager a lot of my sexual awakenings were disturbing in that I was more of a victim than a willing and curious girl. I was raped and forced to perform sexual acts. It’s not that I ever want to actually be raped and I’m not even really interested in roleplaying it but I do love to fantasize about it.

In those fantasies I’m vulnerable and fearful for my life. I’m always locked in a cage or a windowless room and forced into doing anything my captor wants, until I’m sobbing from exhaustion. Until my captor is satisfied with me and until my captor is done using me!

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