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.

My secret is that I like to fuck other men with my husband in our bedroom.

Before we got married, I discussed my insatiable desire to fuck others. So we agreed that it’s a one way open relationship and that he must understand that or we will not get married. I love the power and he loves being cuckolded, so it works.

I tell my husband to hide before I bring random men home, often from parties or from the bars. The men never see my husband, he just hides and listens and sometimes watches from a crack in the closet door. I get fucked by many men in different ways.

I also like to make lots of noises and a running commentary for my husband’s benefit. After we are done, I never let the men stay, and I never fuck them without him there. It definitely brought us closer than ever!

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!

In the fall of 2009, I just turned 16. I was young and rebellious and left my parent’s house. But quickly I realized I had nowhere to stay. I then contacted a family friend who was 39 years old at the time. We chatted on the phone and he invited me to stay in his trailer. I thought nothing of it as he was a family friend and his trailer was in the backyard. I had been told there’d be a room I could stay in and my own bed, etc. Well, I was naïve. I asked him to pick me up. He did. We arrived out at his farm. I was lead to the trailer and noticed he was following me in. There was only one bedroom in the camper trailer I was to stay in. But then he said, he wants to stay with me as well … to take care of me.

It was late, in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t drive, and I didn’t have a any other friends to call.

So I put on a hoodie and sweat pants, as baggy as I could find so I didn’t come across as suggestive, and I fell asleep watching a movie.

I woke up with him inside of me and on top of me. I froze, I couldn’t move. I just pretended to be asleep until he was done. He pounded me as hard as he could and his breathing got heavier just before he came. I pretended to wake up right after. He just smiled and asked how my sleep was. I couldn’t answer. In the morning I convinced him to drive me into town for an appointment and didn’t let on, and I found somewhere else to stay and never went back or had any contact with him again.

For some odd reasons the thought of it turns me on now.