Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fantasizing to get raped by anyone. Any strangers or anyone I know will do – the guy at the grocery store, my math teacher, but mostly my mother’s boyfriend when he was finished fucking her. I would hear them have sex and I would want it even more. I get off on feeling completely worthless and having absolutely no control- choked, slapped, fucked till I cry. I want to be called I am a whore and a dirty slut, I want to be pinned down and telling me that I will be killed if I screamed, I want to be told what to do, I want a guy control me and please him through me the way he wants. I want to be used. I am from Prince George, anyone out there?

I am a happily married father in my mid-40′s, but for the last 25 years I have had a secret sexual fantasy about one of my best friends from high school. Other than a clumsy, drunken attempt twenty years ago to get him to let me go down on him, I have never exposed my true feelings. Either he forgets or he has chosen to never mention it.

As I have aged, what was once a simple fantasy has become more of a yearning. I can’t remember the last time I had a sex dream that he didn’t star in. I frequently wake up at night with a raging erection, having dreamed about the two of us together. Remembering the dream, I have to masturbate in order to get back to sleep. Sometimes I dream we are overcome with raw passion for each other, but most often we have very tender, loving sex – taking our time to please each other and enjoying the moment, exploring each others bodies.

I wish I could work up the courage to make another attempt, but I value his friendship too much. We live in different cities now, but every time I see him I get turned on.

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I have a reoccurring fantasy about being accosted while walking up to UNBC, along the trail from College Heights. I imagine walking alone, at twilight, the road and trail around me empty of people, my footsteps and the odd chirp of a cricket breaking the stillness, when suddenly from out of the brush on the side of the path, a strange man, steps into my path, grabs my arms and pulls me toward him, away from the road and the safety of the trail. He tells me that he’s seen me walking alone up here for weeks, that at first he was worried about my safety and would walk behind me to make sure I was alright, night after night, but that now he is entranced with me. He’s watched me walk for so long that he feels he knows me. While he’s talking, in a rushed, excited near whisper, I’m pressed to him, can feel his body against mine. And when he’s finished trying to explain, trying to justify why he’s pulled me off the path, into the dark, he kisses me. I struggle to get away, at first, frightened, but I can’t help myself, I’m intrigued and turned on by the fact he’s created a story about me based solely on the way that I walk. I can tell he wants me, wants to feel the ass he’s been watching for so long and when he pulls me to the ground, I don’t fight him anymore. We make love amongst the wildflowers and birch trees, without ever telling each other our names.

I’ve had a crush on my ex-husband’s best friend since before we were married. There is just something about the way that he smells, so masculine and fresh, like he’s just come out of the ocean. I used to make excuses to touch him and if I’d met him before I started dating my husband I probably would have been with him already.

I once had the opportunity to be with him, but I was unwilling to cheat on my boyfriend (now my ex-husband) and I regret it to this day. All three of us used to work in the same office when we were university students and there was one night when I was rubbing his neck, the way I used to rub my boyfriend’s neck, while he worked at the computer and I just leaned down and kissed his ear. I don’t know why I did it; it was like a muscle memory. It was something I did so frequently for my boyfriend that my hands and lips acted out of habit. It was delicious and delicate and we were alone and could have gone further, but I had shocked both of us. After that he’d joke about trading partners, his girlfriend for me and I wanted to take him up on the offer.

Now that I’m free he’s got a partner and isn’t so I’ve missed my chance. But if he’s ever single again, and I’m still available, I would have sex with him without hesitation.

I have a fantasy of forced sex (or maybe some call it sexual rape fantasy) that I want to happen in real so bad! I want to be taken and ravished, I mean really torn apart. The thought of it turns me on like nothing else. I want to find a guy who will help me with this. I am walking home from a bar in just a tight black mini skirt and heels all alone on the dark streets of Prince George. A man grabs me and pulls me in a dark alley; he calls me a dirty slut for what I’m wearing. One hand covering my mouth so I cant call for help the other around my throat as he whispers in my ear “listen you fuc*king wh*re I’m going Fu*k you, scream and you won’t live to cry about it later… understand? ” I would just see the wild animalistic instinct in his eyes and submit myself to him. Then he rips the front of my dress down exposing my breasts and grabs them and squeezes my tits. My eyes fill with tears as I nod that I understand. Then he pulls my hair and holds it tight while still groping my breast and pinching and squeezing my nipples. I plead with him to let me go, he laughs and tell me dirty sluts like me deserve every second of what he is doing. Then he turns me to face him and starts biting my nipples he pulls down his pants and forces me to my knees. He shoves his dick in my mouth and grabs my hair and starts fucking my face. I can barely breathe harder and faster, harder and faster and deeper till I gag. He then pulls me up and throws me against an alley wall I’m still trying to catch my breath when my thong is ripped apart and his dick is forced in me from behind. He thrusts against me pounding me. Using the wall as leverage he reaches my neck and throat, he chocks me as he pushes even further inside me harder and harder faster and faster suddenly he pulls out and whips me around and cums all over my tits. Calls me a slut one more time then takes off. I pickup after myself and walk home pleased. As I am confessing to this secret fantasy that no one knows of, I am very wet. I wish i had a trusting guy who would help me achieve all my sexual fantasies. I want this rape fantasy to happen so badly!

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