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Do you know the deepest, darkest sexual fantasies of women?

Do you know the deepest, darkest sexual fantasies of women? Sex, fantasies, of course, are a normal part of life. In our minds, we can engage in risky behaviors without consequences and deliver our inner monster without being judge.

But there are women who are not sufficiently stimulated by erotic dreams, they want more, they want to live intense moments with a man they do not know and will convince them to reveal their sexual desires more taboos.

Men can walk down the street and imagine sleeping with every girl they see, but for women this fantasy is much more illegal. While men can behave like animals in heat, women are supposed to be chaste and pure. But they do not not always want to be.

“In restaurants, I always have a fantasy of a quickie in the toilet with the waiter,” said Sasha, 29 “I like the idea of spontaneity combined with the idea that it’s someone I never see never again. This is the freedom to be as dirty as I want. ”

The fantasy of sex with a stranger is rarely a tender love. In an instant, a woman throws a glance at a passerby, she envisions a virile and quick sex moment, no names exchanged, squeezing him against a wall in an alley. Theoretically, this is the perfect scenario: a fast unattached, and do not worry if it misbehaves orgasm.

While many women like to take control in bed, others are attracted by the idea of being made completely powerless. “I envision a guy tying me and taking advantage of me,” says Laura, 25 “This is not a violent thing; I have no desire to have a man but I want his strength on me.

This is succumbing to pleasure. “In fact, the total submission is one of the most common female fantasies.” Many women are raised to believe that sex is bad, so enjoying it can cause a lot of guilt, “says Drew Ramsey, Ph.D. psychiatrist at the Medical Center of the University of Columbia.
“In such a way it’s not something that the woman is doing, but something that she is forced to do.”

Erica, 26, likes to imagine a man tying and even using a headband. “I like the idea that he is using my body for his pleasure,” she said. “I imagine being helpless and unable to move, then he comes out of my mouth and rubbed my breasts and any where else . ”

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The next thing she knew, a piece of dark cloth had been quickly placed over her eyes by her male escort. A blindfold. He tied it in back with a quick and efficient twist of his hands. This surprised her greatly. There were two straps that pulled across her cheeks to keep the gag in place. These also were tied behind her head.

Everything was dark. Unable to even speak, she felt totally helpless and afraid. Her head was buzzing. She wasn’t sure she could do this, do what he asked.

She hesitated. She wanted to scream. The fear was building in intensity. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. The wooden floor dug into the bones of her kneecaps.

She considered holding up two fingers, but didn’t want to quit so soon. She needed to at least try. Calm down, she told herself. This is safe. He won’t ever hurt you.

She did as he told her. The pain in her knees was uncomfortable but bearable. He left her in this position for minutes, maybe as long as fifteen minutes. The pain was slowly increasing as she was forced to maintain the position.

She got slowly to her feet. His hand was immediately upon her elbow, and he pulled her forward. In an instant, he’d thrown her on her back on the soft bed. After the hard floor and the pain in her knees, the bed felt positively luxurious and she was grateful to him for putting her on it.

He began tying up her wrists with what she assumed were the scarves she’d seen dangling from the four bedposts. Next, he tied her feet. She was completely tied up and immobile now. She couldn’t see or speak.

After some time had passed, he changed position. She could sense his movements but didn’t know what he was doing. His hands were on her calves now, lightly touching them.

His hands moved up to her thighs. Now she was feeling the pleasure. She moaned through her gag. The darkness had become a friend, somehow. She rather enjoyed not knowing where his hands would move next. Not knowing what he might do to her, where he might touch her.

For a very long time, his warm hands moved along her thighs, tracing up and down, and each time he strayed towards her wetness, she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum soon. She couldn’t help it. She’d wanted him to touch her like this, and here it was happening.

A man that could have any woman he wanted had chosen her. Her body was shaking as she tried to resist the urge to come. The more she tried to resist, the harder it became. Her nipples were so hard she could have cut glass with them. They poked roughly up through her dress. He must have noticed this, because suddenly his hands were on them, roughly pulling her nipples and squeezing them through the sheer fabric of the dress.

She moaned louder and louder, her body bucking and writhing in its straps. He played more with her nipples, sometimes being gentle, other times squeezing until it was never painful. But always there was pleasure. Always.

He was a master, and he played her body the way a great violinist would stroke his bow against the strings of an instrument. Sometimes fiercely, with something akin to violence, other times the gentleness of his caress was a thing of beauty.

Christina was out of her mind, out of her body, out of her self. She’d become something totally different, as if she’d been transported. In the darkness she found she didn’t care how she looked, or what he might be thinking of her moaning and writhing.
She completely let herself go, let the fantasy become reality.

The orgasm that she’d been fending off and fending off was building to a crescendo that was unimaginable, like a tsunami building and building. Soon it would swallow everything in its path.

The wave broke when his hand slid from her nipples down her ribcage, her belly and stopped at the very top of her slick cunt. She knew she’d long ago soaked through her dress, it was sticking to her skin and he could likely see everything in stark outline.
His fingers came to rest and one fingertip dug slowly into her swollen flesh, nudging her clitoris.

She came then, with such ferocity that it might have looked like convulsions. She bucked her hips and his finger was fucking her now, fucking her through her dress. She screamed but the gag blocked her screams. All that came out was muffled moans. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air and expelled it, still bucking. The orgasm continued and continued. By the time it was over, she was simply drenched. Drenched and exhausted.


Bondage: Sensory Deprivation: Blindfolds, Hoods, and Earplugs

Category : Bondage

 When I take away your sense of sight or sound, your other senses become heightened. When you’re blindfolded by a professional male escort, noises sound louder, smells are more intense, and even the lightest touch can send chills down the spine. When you can’t hear anything or you can hear only one particular sound, you focus on what you can feel, smell, possibly see (if you can), or simply sense around you. Sensory deprivation play focuses on depriving women of sight or sound—with blindfolds, hoods, earplugs, headphones, or some combination of these. This deprivation can help to put her in a particular frame of mind; when wearing these devices women often feel curious and excited as she anticipate what might come next in a scene. Sensory deprivation toys can also help you focus on what’s happening to your body, making each sensation stronger.

Blindfolds come in polyester, satin, leather, and other fabrics, and it’s a matter of personal taste which you prefer. Some sleep masks—those that really block out light—work very well as blindfolds. Some blindfolds have an elastic strap; others fasten with Velcro or a buckle. An adjustable elastic strap is preferable to one that isn’t adjustable, although if there is enough give, a nonadjustable blindfold should be fine; just make sure the blindfold fits snugly but is not too tight. If you’re going to be lying on your back most of the time, then you may not want a blindfold with a buckle, since it can become uncomfortable against the back of your head pretty quickly. If you want to obscure someone’s vision but not take away their sight entirely, try a sheer scarf that’s folded several times.

Putting a blindfold on someone is a great way to neutralize the environment around them. If they can’t see, suddenly they have to rely on you to tell them what’s going on—or not; this is a great opportunity to shift a bottom’s sense of reality, spin a fantasy, or control what they know (or think they know). For some bottoms, a blindfold immediately makes them feel submissive; for others, it puts them off balance enough that they can slip more easily into a fantasy. Blindfolds can also give beginner tops a boost of confidence—it’s easier to project a sense of confidence, discipline, and precision if your bottom can’t see you fumble with a flogger!

If you enjoy the sense of helplessness that blindfolds provide, wearing a hood will take it to another level. Hoods can be made of different kinds of material from spandex to leather, but they have one thing in common: breathability. That may mean small holes in fabric, perforations in leather, or eye/nose/mouth cutouts. Like blindfolds, hoods obscure your vision, but they can do something more; some people have a profound loss of identity when they wear a hood. They can immediately feel small and submissive. Think about it: when your face is completely covered, you can feel erased, dehumanized, or objectified. This can be a useful tool if, for example, a bottom enjoys being “used” as a sex slave; a hood can transform someone into simply a mouth available to please her master whenever he chooses. It’s common to combine sensory deprivation with bondage.

Our sense of sound is one important way that we process information about what’s happening around us. Like a blindfold, taking away someone’s ability to hear can heighten their other senses and help them to focus on exactly what you want them to: the feel of ice melting and dripping between their breasts, the pinch of a clamp around their nipple, the sting of a cane. Using earplugs (available in most drugstores), you not only alter what a bottom hears but also turn up the volume of their own breathing, which can be an intense experience that connects them to their body and what’s happening to it.

Another way to play with the sense of sound is to control what the bottom hears. This isn’t exactly sensory deprivation; it’s more like sensory manipulation. Think about walking into an empty room. You hear a heavy metal song. Or a piano concerto. Or the deep base of techno music. Each one conveys a different tone. Put a pair of headphones on a bottom to fill their ears with a desired soundtrack, and it can set the mood for your scene. Perhaps the fantasy is to be taken advantage of under the bleachers during a football game. A soundtrack of cheerleading chants can help bring that to life. Or you want her to imagine having sex in public at an orgy. Put on your favorite group-sex scene in a porn movie, and you’ve got the sounds of other people having sex and coming all around you.

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Blindfolded and naked, with her hands cuffed behind her back

Category : Bondage , English

Blindfolded and naked, with her hands cuffed behind her back, she stood in the bathroom, listening to the sound of running water. A bathtub was obviously being filled, water rushing out of the taps at high speed.

No doubt, it was her gentleman, who she’d been compelled to call ‘Mr James,’ firmly held her left arm.

With his deep voice and his French accent, he was clearly a confident and well-educated gentleman.

Steadying her with one hand on her arm, the other on her lower back, grazing the top of her buttocks, her gentleman capably guided her toward the bath.

There, Mr James blithely informed her he planned to fuck her mouth deeply until he come in her throat.

She felt her skin flush. The things he said to her. Her gentleman had such a warm, clever tongue and strong, firm hands.

She begged him to fuck her . What was she thinking?

Mindless with lust, her pussy started to heat and her clit to pulse.

Her French gentleman was insatiable, inexhaustible and superhuman.

Deep and hard, she’d sucked Mr James’s cock like a dirty little slut. His sensual voice had put her under his spell.

In his confident, arrogant manner, he’d told her he would not fuck her unless she asked for it.

He’d also threatened to deny her sexual release until she begged.

She recalled her words to him: ‘Mr James , take me any way you want me. I swear I have never wanted anything so much in my life as I want you to fuck me right now.

She felt her face redden again, this time with embarrassment.

After all that delicious foreplay and her pathetic pleading, Mr James had given in and fucked her. Hard. So hard without any mercy.

As a result of his seductive efforts, she’d experienced a cascade of off the charts orgasms.

Mr James continued to touch her, his hands making warm contact against her skin, lightly grazing over her shoulder, her neck, her back and the curve of her buttocks.

They were possessive little caresses, as he physically moved and controlled her.

“C’est bon, tu aimes ça” he said softly near her ear, his warm breath teasing the skin on her exposed neck, raising goose bumps.

Now he will give her a bath. He promises her, to personally soap, lather and scrub every single part of her fucking body.

Her mouth was dry, she cleared her throat. What exactly did her gentleman planned next? She will discover it in Paris in September.