u/Impossible-Low-2094

That has to be the absolute hottest fantasy for me. Nothing gets me going like imagining a massive, bear-sized guy just claiming me completely and pumping me full until I’m carrying his kids. Twins or more would be the dream. I’m a petite girl, so yeah, a lot of men tower over me and could overpower me easily, but my body specifically craves the biggest and strongest one out there — a tall, rugged caveman type who’s older, has his life together with a solid job, is emotionally steady, and packs a seriously huge cock. The thought of him pinning me down, basically breeding me by force, flooding my tight little pussy with his seed and making me keep it, swelling up with his baby while he looks after me like his precious little princess… God, ovulation hits me so hard. I know I’d be the perfect submissive wife for it, always hungry for creampies, totally free use, and especially into CNC. I’d be completely insatiable.

I recently opened up to a couple friends about sexual fantasies and got pretty harshly judged for it. They basically called me a slut and a whore, which stung.I’ve always had a really active imagination and tons of dirty thoughts that I haven’t explored yet. I wanted to put one of them out here to see if other people can relate or if I’m just weird. I’ve long been turned on by the idea of a gangbang, especially the overwhelming feeling of being totally filled — like a cock in every hole plus one in each hand so I’m completely stuffed and used.There are two main versions of this fantasy that get me going. The first is having a train run on me where a group of guys takes turns. Since I can’t get pregnant, they could all finish inside me with creampies. The thought of 5-10 men lining up to fuck me one after another, pumping me full of cum and then getting back in line for another round if they want, feels insanely hot to me.The second one is more of a bukkake scene: a bunch of guys standing around me in a circle while I’m lying there. They just stroke themselves until they’re ready and then unload all over me. Kind of like soggy biscuit, except I’m the one getting covered. They could finish on my face, tits, stomach, pussy — anywhere really. Just the image of being absolutely glazed in cum turns me on more than almost anything.I’ve been seriously thinking about actually making this happen someday. I like the idea of being treated like a total fucktoy. At the same time, I don’t want everyone to see me as a whore… though honestly, maybe that’s exactly what I am.

I'm usually strictly a one-night-stand girl unless we've already set up something more.I showed up at the love hotel and had to wait a full hour, so I was already in a shitty mood. But then he arrived and he was cute, so whatever. We didn't get the room we wanted, but the original plan was just oral anyway, so no big deal.Except... this guy was packing. Like, seriously huge. I gave it my best effort, but it wasn't enough to finish him off.Since we both had condoms, we said fuck it and went all the way. The foreplay was average at best, but after some pillow talk he looked at me and asked if I wanted another round...Bro. He rearranged my whole world. I came from penetration for the first time in my life and could barely walk straight afterwards. That shit stayed in my head the entire week.So obviously, as any smart non-committal girl would, I deleted my whole account right after . I refuse to let myself get dickmatized. That thing would've completely wrecked my life.If you somehow see this, I'm sorry for ghosting... and well played, king. Good job.

Hey there, handsome. So glad our paths crossed. Yeah, I know this is just another post floating around online, and plenty of eyes are probably scanning these lines right now. Maybe the idea that other guys are getting worked up over the same words turns you on even more. Still, I’ve always been a fan of that old-fashioned spark — the kind that feels like it’s just between us. Like these words are meant for you alone. Someday, one of you might become my personal sub, all mine. Until then, I’ll make the most of this connection we’ve got.Right now, it’s only you and me. Picture me sitting right across from you, no matter where you are. Let yourself take me in fully. I’m short and curvy, with long black hair cascading down and green eyes fixed on you, filled with pure hunger. Imagine the sound of my voice as I speak these words directly to you.Hi, I’m Lilly. Pleasure to meet you, lover. I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy ourselves a lot.Is that cock of yours already starting to throb, just thinking about it? About me drinking in the sight of you, appreciating every inch. About a girl so close she could easily reach out and run her hands over you. Tell me what’s running through your mind. Are you imagining my soft breasts and how my nipples would stiffen under your touch? My slick, eager pussy ready to take you? Or my warm mouth and tongue, happily swallowing everything you give me?Maybe it’s the thrill of being controlled that really gets you going — being used while you get to use me right back.If so, I think we’ll get along perfectly.I’d bet you’re already aching for me, that hot rush flooding your desperate cock. That deep, primal urge to wrap your hand around it and stroke just to feel good for me. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t be mean. Go on, start stroking it slowly for me. I’d even get on my knees so I could watch up close as you work it nice and easy right in front of my face.Want to slide it across my cheek or brush it against my lips? I’d allow it if you asked sweetly and begged a little. Especially if you kept that perfect rhythm.I won’t act like I know exactly how your body works or can magically guide you to the best orgasm through text. I wish I could learn every detail, but for now we’ll work with what we have. As you keep stroking, stay in control of your own pleasure, okay? Be a good boy for me. Even when the temptation to thrust into my waiting mouth gets strong.Fuck, I’d do anything to taste you right now — to swirl my tongue around the tip and savor that first drop of precum.Pick up the pace a bit, baby. I know you need it. Stroke while I lick you slowly, teasing the head with my tongue before my lips wrap around you.Keep going as you look into my eyes — those needy, pleading eyes that beg you without words: “Not too fast, baby. Don’t overwhelm me just yet. "God, I’d love to hear your moans as I take you deeper, still teasing but pushing you further bit by bit. That’s usually all it takes to break a man — one small push after another, until you’re buried inside me, desperate to breed.You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, baby? I know you would.Not today though. For now, keep fucking my mouth with your hand. Feel the wetness, hear my muffled moans mixing with yours. Sense how badly I need it as I take you faster and deeper, losing a little control myself. I want all of it, honey. Every single drop. Faster now.Stroke as hard as you need to. Close your eyes and imagine my body, picture everything you’d do to me if you had the chance. I’m getting so wet thinking about you too. Push yourself. Let that pleasure build deep inside, screaming to be released. I know you can stay good for me and hold it, even when you’re right on the edge. I need every drop, baby. I know you’re going to give it to me <3Hold it. Wait. One minute. Two. Three. Feel the time stretch while I’m deepthroating you. Feel your body fighting you, begging to explode in my mouth. You’re going to give me everything, baby. I believe in you. Keep holding.Hold until you physically can’t anymore.

My married friend-with-benefits and his wife have moved on to the baby-making phase of their marriage. He confided in me that it’s been months of trying with zero results, and the whole situation was starting to wear on him. What made it worse was how mechanical it felt with her — like sex had turned into a scheduled obligation rather than something enjoyable.I told him he needed a proper release and some stress-free fun instead of all that pressure. So I offered myself up as the perfect outlet. He didn’t waste any time showing up the other night, immediately pushing me onto the bed and pinning me down.He opened my legs wide, clearly thrilled to have me — like I was his fresh, exciting new plaything. Being a younger, tighter, and more eager little slut for his married cock really turned him on. He gripped my hips firmly and drove himself deep inside me. You could hear the pure relief in every groan as he fucked me hard at his own pace, squeezing and playing with my tits while he pounded away. He kept telling me how soaking wet and incredible I felt. I couldn’t help myself and started pleading with him to breed me instead, saying I deserved his load way more than she did. He flipped me into missionary position so he could look straight at my face while he did it. He wanted to watch my expression as he pumped his thick cum into me tonight instead of her. I locked my legs tightly around him, pulling him in as deep as possible, and kept desperately begging him to fill me up. He raised my legs higher, thrust all the way in, and shot his seed deep into my pussy. God, I love how hard he cums for me. Especially knowing he picked me over his wife that night.After we cleaned up, I playfully wished him good luck with her. He just chuckled, then pinned me down on the bed all over again.

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I desperately want my boyfriend to sleep with other girls. I don’t have to be there with them, but honestly I love it when I am. Just the idea of it gets my whole body buzzing with excitement. My nipples get hard and my pussy starts tingling like crazy.I get so turned on knowing other women crave his cock and lose themselves in pleasure when he’s deep inside them, thrusting hard. It makes him seem like such a powerful, dominant stud in my eyes. The thought of him flirting with them, making them giggle, sliding his hand up their thigh, getting closer and closer to their wet pussy… it drives me wild.I fantasize about being at home and getting a call from him while he’s with another girl, just hearing her soft, breathless moans in the background. And when he finally comes home, I want to drop to my knees right at the door, bury my face in his cock, and smell and taste every bit of her on him.

A couple nights ago, my husband had me right on the brink with his fingers, then pinned me down and pulled away right as I started to tip over the edge. It was this weird mix of awful and amazing that’s tough to describe. I was desperately fighting to free my hand so I could reach my clit, but he kept me firmly in place. We’ve played with this before since he loves seeing me writhe around, but it had never been that intense.This morning while he was at work, I started touching myself while replaying the whole thing in my head. Once I got close, I kept rubbing my clit through the start of the orgasm and then completely stopped. I just sat there letting the waves crash over me with my clit throbbing, refusing to give it any more attention. It was so frustrating and uncomfortable… yet I fucking loved every second of it. First time trying it by myself and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last, lmao. Just felt like sharing

I’m a big believer in Jesus and I often struggle with the ethics of my kinks actually happening in real life.That said, damn…I’m craving being shared so badly right now Picture me on top of another guy while my husband takes me from behind. I already enjoy DP with toys, but feeling two real cocks at once would be absolute heaven.

People always focus on dramatic "one session transformation" fantasies, but honestly that’s usually not what works best. Real conditioning comes from consistency, repetition, and slowly reshaping how someone sees themselves over time. It’s the constant reminders that matter most. Casually referring to them in feminine ways, reinforcing their softer traits, comparing them to more masculine partners, rewarding feminine behavior, and repeatedly framing them as the girl in the dynamic. That kind of long-term exposure gets into someone’s head far more effectively than one intense scene ever could. The difficult part isn’t during sex, that’s easy. Most fakeboys are already mentally vulnerable and submissive in those moments, especially when they’re aroused. It’s outside the bedroom where the resistance shows up. That’s why it works best to introduce those dynamics gradually. Start when they’re already relaxed and submissive, then slowly carry those same ideas into normal everyday interactions. At first they’ll probably push back or argue, but the goal isn’t immediate agreement anyway. You’re not trying to force instant acceptance. You’re just creating small moments of doubt and reinforcement over and over again. Eventually those little moments start stacking up in their mind until the identity they cling to feels harder and harder to maintain.