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Okay, DG mentioned in a different thread that she has often considered a thread about fantasies. This prompted me to post this: I have no idea if this is what she was thinking of, but here you go...
I have many and varied fantasies. Some of them I have been lucky enough to act out and some will remain firmly in the fantasy realm. Some involve nameless, faceless folk and others are based on people and situations I know.
A lot of my fantasies involve quite violent sex: some with me as the "aggressor" (for want of a better word) and others with me as the "victim." Many involve me in situations that I would hate to find myself in if we were talking reality, and yet I find them sexually quite stimulating.
Also I find that I can be quite aroused by written descriptions of violent sex, but violence in porn is not something I really enjoy.
I'm always intrigued as to where such fantasies stem from: are they an outward form of some hidden inner desire or are they merely aids for masturbation, nothing more and nothing less.
I'd be interested to hear other people's views: are these common fantasies? Do you fantasise about things you find abhorrent in 'real life'?
Hmmm... food for thought and hopefully debate.
Nola x
Nail & head nola! :thumbup:
I'll be back when I've composed an essay! :twisted:
An interesting topic this one. Violent sex
It depends upon the context in which violent sex takes place. In reality the victim is usually powerless and has no say in what is happening to them nor has the power to stop what is happening. In the fantasy world in which you wish to act out these fantasies of violent sex the victim/subordinate partner has the power to say stop and expect it to happen. In the fantasy world there is also trust between the persons invovled otherwise it just isn't going to happen but is some thing that doesn't happen in the real world invovling violent sex.
As for myself I do sometimes fantasize about violent sex but in my mind wether I am the aggressor or the victim, we are all willing participants. I to like to read fictional accounts of violent sex knowing that it is just that fiction/fantasy and isn't for real and is written for erotic stimulation.
I can't bear to watch violent sex in porn films. Is it for real or just very good acting? I just don't know and I cannot decide to my complete satisfaction that the victims are willing and safe carrying out the plot. On a porn site I did see a woman in a BDSM video who looked extremely distressed and was crying wholeheartedly. I couldn't bear to watch and felt rather helpless that I couldn't stop what I witnessed. Promptly stopped the video.
For myself I can see no problem with violent sex in a fantasy context providing that the participants all understand their roles, the game play, there is trust, and above all can be stopped with a safe word if someones boundary is reached or crossed.
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I'd be interested to hear other people's views: are these common fantasies? Do you fantasise about things you find abhorrent in 'real life'?

I don't fantasise about violence, but I'm sure you're not alone. I think there have been fantasy threads before. And nope, I don't fantasise about anything I find abhorrent in real life - I can't see where the sexual thing fits in to something like that.
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I don't think that was quite the expected response, Maz! lol
Hey nola, you put this bit down >>
Also I find that I can be quite aroused by written descriptions of violent sex, but violence in porn is not something I really enjoy.
I'm always intrigued as to where such fantasies stem from: are they an outward form of some hidden inner desire or are they merely aids for masturbation, nothing more and nothing less.

Are they not inextricanly linked in some way?the idea of violence in someones head is turned into violence as porn on film. What I find interesting is if it wasn't a poular choice of porn then it would fade away and become very "niche" market indeed. However most porn films i seem to watch especially from our LA cousins seem to involve some sort of violence in them.
OK the violence may only be spitting (only ffs I find that a real turnoff) into the face of most frequently in porn aimed at the straight populacewomen. I dont know if its the same in Gay or Lesbian porn but it would be interesting to hear.
The violence to me is even in things that others find maybe isn't violence Anal gaping the way porn depicts fisting choking and gagging(a real big in thing in porn it seems) even until theses girls spew or cry with the discomfort. This is mainstream it seems but for me I find it violent.
The fantasy type stuff I can sort of see being an attraction in the mind and maybe in the "controlled" situation though I must admit I once witnessed a porn flick in which this took place and I could not believe how real it was. The violence was brutal unforgiving and merciless the punches and the cuts looked real enough to me to make me destroy the video.
It would be interesting to hear from someone if they are brave enough to post who enjoys anonymous violence.
I started out with a clear cut agenda in typing this post but now i've sort of lost my way a bit but 'm going to post nonetheless.
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Oi... smackbottom Did I not mention the fantasies I have where I'm all aggressive and stuff - you'd better watch it! wink
I think theres a weird kind of contradiction in this fantasy, and obviously I generalise. Silky likes rough sex to a point, and has often mentioned near ' ' fantasies. However on closer inspection the erotic nature of these ideas almost always centres around the feeling of being to incredibly desirable to the other party/parties that they simply cannot control themselves and have to take you. Thats all fine and dandy except what is implicit in that also is the euphoria of having sexual power and control because of your desirability. Of course in its true meaning has very little to do with the victims control, and often very little to do with sex- centring more around violent dominance to assuage insecurities in the attacker.
I suppose the classic scenario often involves groups of men as this adds to the feeling of total sexual helplessness but it has to be said you can probably substitute 'helplessness' for 'responsibility' because the one thing that can be said for forced sex is that no matter how much you enjoy it , it was not your mind that instigated it and so you are not the one that suggested such filthy things happening.
So like many fantasy scenarios it is a very complex mixture, probably different proportions of each in each individual, involving at once a feeling of sexual desirability and control and of total abandonment and lack of responsibility. As long as the proportions of each remain in the right balance in the psyche of the fantasist its fun, but from what I have seen it isnt always an easy balance to maintain.
Whatever it is, it aint.
Peace
(did i go on too much again?)
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As for myself I do sometimes fantasize about violent sex but in my mind wether I am the aggressor or the victim, we are all willing participants. I to like to read fictional accounts of violent sex knowing that it is just that fiction/fantasy and isn't for real and is written for erotic stimulation.
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For myself I can see no problem with violent sex in a fantasy context providing that the participants all understand their roles, the game play, there is trust, and above all can be stopped with a safe word if someones boundary is reached or crossed.

Sorry mancunian, I chopped a bit out of your response.
Right, yes I totally agree about everyone being willing participants. I think that is why it feels 'ok' to fantasise about. And yes, I suppose I agree too with the trust and safe word bit at the end.
I think my worry (not worry, maybe concern) is that it is still something that goes against my everyday principles. I mean I have some downright freaky and pretty filthy fantasies: I don't have any issues with that. They are just plain rude. Fantasising about being violent or having violence done against me seems somewhat as it is something I would normally be so against.
Hmmm... maybe I have just answered my own question. Maybe it is the 'wrongness' of it that makes it 'right'? dunno
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So like many fantasy scenarios it is a very complex mixture, probably different proportions of each in each individual, involving at once a feeling of sexual desirability and control and of total abandonment and lack of responsibility. As long as the proportions of each remain in the right balance in the psyche of the fantasist its fun, but from what I have seen it isnt always an easy balance to maintain. Whatever it is, it aint.
Peace
(did i go on too much again?)

Not too much at all... made me ponder. Oh, and I really liked your take on it - the bit I've put in bold really struck a chord.
I suppose that's one reason why this is still the stuff of fantasy for me at the moment: not yet found someone with whom I think I could find and maintain that balance.
Rough sex is one things I have fantasised about in the past, being the 'sex toy' of someone who just does what he wants with me, but in all cases, I have never been the one doing the rough side of things and it does not include violence (did I mention I was a wimp). I think this is possibly the sub side of me coming out, and also being sub and someone doing what they want to me, without me being able to stop them, is possibly what makes it ok (if that makes sense).
Mancunian and Silk and BigG, I think you both make some really interesting comments on this, and I can say that in my case any fantasise do involve me being unwillingly, willing (if that makes sense). As for doing it or watching it on DVD, well that is not part of my fantasy, its the picture in my head that is important, and being in the situation that BigG describes above.
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Hmmm... maybe I have just answered my own question. Maybe it is the 'wrongness' of it that makes it 'right'? dunno

Well, I can honestly say that virtually all of my 'fantasises' are based on 'wrongness' but this is maybe why they are just that, fantasises and not things on my 'to do' list wink
Not for me, sorry, but each to their own. I can't associate violence with sex even in fantasy.
I do however like to be fucked real hard! cool
Nola... this is perhaps a bit on the extreme side but this is a little bit from the Belle De Jour story that jumped out at me. (without the vomit etc!) wink
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jeudi, le 11 decembre
Some people wouldn't ask. I can think of one in particular. I've always been attracted to strong, tall men. And they have not ever forced anything on me. Except for one. But I begged him to do it.
It was GBH with kissing. I'll call him W. When we met we were both in love with other people but it didn't matter. What we did could only loosely be called sexual congress anyway.
W was tall and nicely built, the result of a career in sport. We flirted over the course of a week and agreed to go out on the Friday night. I dressed and thought about W, his long, thick limbs and large hands, knowing something odd was happening. I couldn't imagine myself in this man's arms so much as on the end of his fist. He looked capable of breaking me into small pieces, and crushing those pieces into a ball. I could not stop thinking of him hurting me, and the thought made me sick. It also turned me on.
Our meeting place was just south of the river. We stood at the crowded bar of a pub for a while before going on to a comedy club where I got legless on gin and tonic. The acts ranged from bad to criminally awful. I began fantasising about having W's bulky shoulder rammed into my face. I went downstairs to the ladies'. W followed me in.
"You're not going to corner me in the loos, are you?" I asked, pawing at his shirt. My head came to not quite the middle of his chest. I could smell the sour waft of a day's sweat on him and was aroused.
"I'm not stalking you", he said. "Much."
I bit him as discouragement. The layers of fabric felt fuzzy on my tongue. My teeth closed just hard enough to make it hurt. But he didn't flinch. "Now then," he said, taking my face in his hands, "you'll pay for that. I'll see you outside."
I was unstable on my heels, leaning heavily on his arm all the way to the corner of my street. We stopped and I looked up. He lifted my body easily, standing me on a bench. From that height we had our first kiss.
"Get a room," yelled some teenagers from the other side of the road.
We didn't. Not that night, anyway. The night after.
The location was a pastel-decorated chain hotel in Hamersmith. I didn't even take an overnight bag. He pushed me down on the bed as soon as we were inside and straddled my waist. Pulling out his cock, he aimed it not for my mouth or my cleavage but at my cheek.
So it began. After that first time, when he hit the side of my face so hard with his erection that there were blisters inside my mouth afterwards, there was no going back. "I've never made a woman cry before," he said. "I liked that." No pretence of romance. Just us, anywhere we could be together alone, and his open palm. On cold days in parks where the biting weather would make it sting all the more, he'd stop the car suddenly, and we'd get out and he'd smack me one. My knickers were always sopping wet after.
I couldn't explain the bruises. "Ran into the door," I shrugged. "Hard session at the gym." Or, "A bruise? Where?"
There was the weekend W reserved a room at the Royal College of Physicians. Visiting medics can stay there when in London; I don't know how he blagged
his way in. We sat on the narrow single bed, watched a porn documentary and ate pizza. I had too much to eat - when I went down on him, his member was too big and it choked me. I coughed up Meat Feast and Diet Coke on his thigh. His penis grew even harder. He pulled my hair until I cried as he masturbated on my tear and vomit covered face. The bathroom was shared with the next bedroom. When I stepped into the hall, a young Indian doctor left the room opposite. He glanced up and froze, shocked. The young man must have been able to hear us carrying on, though perhaps not the detail of it, as he seemed puzzled at the vomit on my chin and shirt. I lifted my hand in a small wave.
"So, which one of you is the physician?" he asked awkwardly. "I am," I lied, and walked past him to the toilet. The doctor's jaw plummeted.
He was as mystified by the attraction as I was. "What do you think when I'm hitting you?" he asked one afternoon. We were sitting on a bench in Regents Park, watching the geese and swans. Every few minutes, satisfied no one was coming down the paths, he'd hit me again.
"Nothing," I said. There was only the moment when his hand would stop stroking my cheek and I knew the smack was coming; the first hard impact of his palm against the side of my face; the eye-wetting sting of pain; the warm glow of heat there afterwards. It was perhaps the only time when there was nothing else in my head. It hurt, but the pain was neutral: there was no hate or disgust behind it. It was pure and exhilarating, like any other physical experience. Like the moment of orgasm when you forget yourself, your partner, the world.
"Do you get angry with me?"
"No."
W visited my house only once. He whipped me through a shirt, then topless, stopping only when I started to bleed. In the shower at the top of the stairs he covered me in piss, then forced my face down in the puddle he beat the back of my thighs. After he spent his load on my face and held a mirror up. "You are such a picture," he sighed. Eyes stinging with come, I half opened my lids to see a red cheeked girl squatting in a white tiled bath. And he was right. It looked good. Not in a cover of Glamour way, mind. I smiled broadly.
Once on holiday in Scotland I furtively sent W letters. "Ate a packed lunch and contemplated the dimensions of your hands," read the first, tentative one. Later: "Next time you see me, don't forget to bring a torch and those ropes."
And the last, written a day after I stood out in the cold night air while the midges chewed me alive and W outlined in detail what he wanted to do to me: "After you told me how you would beat and defile me, I came back inside dripping wet." Yes, I was still in love with someone else, but that was a model gorgeous, gentle lad, who would never hear me on the toilet, much less contemplate painting my face with his faeces.
The relationship felt too tightly wound to survive, destined for a break up, a spell in prison or, worst of all possible worlds, a suburban marriage with occasional light S&M. We couldn't bear the thought either, and one night we engineered, on the slimsiest excuse, the demise of our affair. And I - polite yet firm, like a woman in film noir - smacked him.
"You've been wanting to do that since we met," he said.
That never stopped me wanting him. Two weeks later I sent a note: "There are still marks on my left breast from your fingernails. I miss you."
I could write a mini-thesis on this topic, but I fear I'd bore you senseless.
Suffice to say the one difference between a fantasy and actual , is that in the fantasy you must have inordinate trust in the person you are with. That gives you the security to push your boundaries perhaps beyond where you would normally, but still retain the sense of being 'safe'. It is the acceeding to the demands of another, whatever they are and regardless of many of your own personal feelings which stimulate some, that feeling of helplessness, and being at the wanton beck and call of someone else, even if it is entirely manufactured. Of course to do this correctly, you have to understand your partner a great deal. You must know where, when and how to push them. That applies to the "victim", as much as the "aggressor".
The fantasy is about exceeding your own pre-defined limits on sex, it is about losing control and sacrificing your will for that of another, which in itself is hugely attractive for some. Actual is none of this, it is simply a selfish, loathsome abuse of power with no regard for he other person. In a fantasy while the notion is that there is a "victim" and an "aggressor", what you will find is that the aggressor is often inordinately careful and caring with their victim, even if they give the impression they don't. The actions of the aggressor will not be aimed at humiliating their victim, but turning them on. The actions may well be the same (cumming on their face, spanking etc), but the intention from one to the other is entirely different.
My one concern with this fantasy would be that it is misunderstood by one of the parties, namely the aggressor, be they man or a woman and that genuine harm may be done, whilst thinking this is all "part of the fun". This is where the lines become blurred and which is why I state you must have inordinate trust and understanding of all parties involved. There are ways and means around it "safewords" and the like, but sometimes even they can play a part in the fantasy and some people do not feel the need for them.
I've spoken to a few women who have had this fantasy. I've even played with one who told me I could do "anything I wanted" to her. She was very fond of being whipped with a riding crop, which initially frightened me and I didn't know what to do. I am a big fella, if I hit things, they tend to stay hit for a good while and not like it very much if they remain conscious. Therefore, to allay my fears, my solution was for her to show me how she liked it, by hitting me with it as she liked.
I learned VERY quickly. I also learned I could never be a sub. Well not unless you like crying and foaming at the mouth with threats of "do that again and I'll tie your tits to your toenails!"
We never got into the whole fantasy area and I don't think we ever would. I don't like the feeling that I am taking the power from any situation, I do love the feeling that I am being handed the power willingly by someone who trusts me.
All I can then do, is hope that I use that trust and power placed in me in a way which is mutually beneficial to us both.
So I can understand the whole " fantasy" idea (though I loathe the term with a passion), but I can also see a much more positive flip side of similar sexual acts but played out in a different and less threatening situation between two people who have enough trust in each other and understanding of each other to push the boundaries still further.
And yes this IS the short answer. Apologies for wiffling.
Not waffling or wiffling at all Res. wink
One of the best threads I've ever read on here was Darkfire's thread on this subject. I've tried & failed to find it many times.
Good call :thumbup:
I watched a programme years ago which I only have very vague memories of. It involved female bank robbers. There was a scene in which one of the women was tied up in a warehouse (willingly) by her boyfriend- it was immensely erotic.
I had tremendous guilt for even toying with the losing control- and the being used- element of sex. Then I got into a conversation with a friend. She'd been , but fantasising about forced sex is still her number one turn on.
I'll be reading this with interest.
My own view is that I am happy to do whatever my partner wants to turn them on, provided we both understand that. This includes 'hurting' them with the sole intention of turning them on.
If I actually hurt someone for real. I would be beyond mortified and I doubt I would ever do anything approaching that ever again.
That for me, is why the trust and understanding has to be so resolute. Flower makes an excellent point too, so many men shy away from the fantasy because if you go through the logical route of police questioning, you try proving it wasn't ? The only thing negating that is the consent of the woman involved. If she changes her mind, where is your defence.
As I say, trust is beyond important in these situations in my view.
You can't the willing!
I know a lot of people see this as a fantasy, without wishing to entertain the word , but in this case, I think the word is an umbrella term, to highlight the scenario being one of a loss of control.
This is something I very much like to be on the receiving end of, I like to lose control to the point where I have none at all, to feel vulnerable, but only where the person taking the control has so much of my trust, that the person taking control can give it back, and can take me to the point of feeling vulnerable, to making me feel safe again.
As for other forms of violent sex, a few months ago I met up with a friend for lunch, we had a good afternoon catching up, and later on in the day, was sat on the settee, enjoying a few shenanigans.
In the months previous, we had quite a few conversations, and in a few of them, she told me of her enjoyment at being choked and slapped, now, ordinarily, I would feel uneasy at the thought of doing this to someone, the gent within would baulk at this, but we were caught up in the moment, and there I was, choking her with my left hand, slapping her with my right hand, I could feel her shudder as she orgasmed, which she did a few times, and later on it really did surprise me how a) I felt capable of doing this (it really isn't the sort of thing I would consider but also b) how much I enjoyed it, not so much the actual act, but how turned on she got, and how turned on I got from her being turned on.
Such a shame she lives so far north, but this will happen again, we have both said so lol
I have since had moments with friends that I have previously played with, and more importantly, discussed with, where they too enjoyed having their face slapped, the locations where this happened meant this was not something that could be explored, but again, is something I would like to try again, I got quite a buzz out of it, in a sordid, kinky way, not through any desire to display any violent behaviour.
I also remember a friend slapping my face whilst she was wearing a leather glove, maybe a case of poacher turned gamekeeper, but I equally enjoyed this, I do think the glove played a big part in this, in a power/dominance kinda way, which also involves face smothering, the smell of leather always gets me going anyway, but this is one scenario where I would like it to be rough, where again, i am left feeling vulnerable, where I am treated with no respect, I want to be left curled in a ball, trying to take in what has just happened to me, to be unable to focus or think/speak/act coherently, almost like a feeling of subspace.
Sadly I don't get enough of all of the above, I find it difficult to make those sorts of scenarios happen, maybe I am just too nice....
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Is it this one Witchy?
http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/swingers-forum/viewpost/788385.html#788385

Blimey that's a good read! :thumbup:
I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to bump it due to some of the comments there but I wouldn't ever condone . I'd like to find another word to describe it because I have no desire to offend anyone with my fantasies. It's not something I would ever do casually, it needs trust and understanding and knowledge of the boundaries of the people involved. I don't think there's anything wrong in having this discussion, I realise some people will be appalled by the concept but this is an adult site and we're all talking about consensual sex between two (or more) adults. If we can't discuss this kind of thing here then where can we discuss it?
Hmmm. I think I need to rethink 'trust implicitly'. confused
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Hmmm. I think I need to rethink 'trust implicitly'. confused

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One of the best threads I've ever read on here was Darkfire's thread on this subject. I've tried & failed to find it many times.
Good call :thumbup:
I watched a programme years ago which I only have very vague memories of. It involved female bank robbers. There was a scene in which one of the women was tied up in a warehouse (willingly) by her boyfriend- it was immensely erotic.
I had tremendous guilt for even toying with the losing control- and the being used- element of sex. Then I got into a conversation with a friend. She'd been , but fantasising about forced sex is still her number one turn on.
I'll be reading this with interest.

Is it this one Witchy?
http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/swingers-forum/viewpost/788385.html#788385
Spot on- thank you. I got the wrong OP :doh: No wonder search hates me. rolleyes
Think I've posted on this thread topic every time it has popped up!
So as I've probably waffled on about before, this is my favourite, in fact probably my only fantasy.
It's probably getting to the stage where I almost need to be forced/pinned down/choked/slapped/thrown about etc in order to cum, and it is the 'non-consent' section in literotica that I go to first.
I've not quite worked out why I like it so much, I kinda like feeling 'smaller' like I can just be thrown about, I like the feeling of being 'used', i like the gangbang 'fantasy', but it will always stay just that, i also like the idea of being a good little girl who's taken advantage of, I suppose because I'm quite shy, and not very good at initiating.
hmmmmmmmmm
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Think I've posted on this thread topic every time it has popped up!
So as I've probably waffled on about before, this is my favourite, in fact probably my only fantasy.
It's probably getting to the stage where I almost need to be forced/pinned down/choked/slapped/thrown about etc in order to cum, and it is the 'non-consent' section in literotica that I go to first.
I've not quite worked out why I like it so much, I kinda like feeling 'smaller' like I can just be thrown about, I like the feeling of being 'used', i like the gangbang 'fantasy', but it will always stay just that, i also like the idea of being a good little girl who's taken advantage of, I suppose because I'm quite shy, and not very good at initiating.
hmmmmmmmmm

I can totally relate to this Maz. Whilst " " fantasy goes a tad far with me, the humilitation/forced consensually type thing really turns me on.