This is a true story, which i never shared with anyone, of what happened with a boyfriend I had. I grew up in Ontario, Canada and was seeing this guy for about 2 years. We were very comfortable with each other. We were in tune. One day, he came over to my apartment to pick me up to take me over to my mom’s house. He told me on the text that he was really horny and wanted a quickie before he took me to my moms, but I kept putting him off because I was ready to go out.

When he came in, it all happened so very quickly. I remember him standing behind me and the next moment pushing me down over the dining room table. Then I remember him pulling my skirt and panties down. He told me roughly in a commanding voice that I wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wanted. At that point he pulled down his jeans and his cock was already hard and he started fucking me from behind.

I was shocked and upset that he wasn’t listening to me as he held pinned down against the table. At the same time he was fucking me with a wild hardcore consuming lust that I had never seen from our sex before. All the while he was calling me names and saying how much he loves to fuck me, how that I have been a very bad girl and he loves punishing me. He was totally into doing me for his own pleasure trying to get off inside solely for his own enjoyment. And right at that moment I found myself enjoying it. I knew he ONLY wanted me. Even though I felt helpless I knew I was safe, because we talked about forced sex before. He came quickly, forcefully and was very loud. When it was over, we acted like it was no big deal. But secretly I hoped he might do it again. Because I am a dirty little slut and I love pleasing my man, I love to hear that I am a whore when he fucks me. We have tried many things since but I never told him about that incident and that I want it again. I am just hoping he figures that out.

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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.

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