Shared Female Sexual Fantasies - Volume 2: Women Reveal Their Secret Sexual Thoughts, Part 2

Anonymous

My favorite fantasies involve lots of attractive, busty girls using strap-ons on each other, especially roughly, and name-calling, (bitch, slut, etc)! I masturbate to these fantasies, and they often make me come!

Debra

Being a porn star is a fantasy of mine.

I imagine I'm at the store and there are these sleazy guys out front looking for girls to be in their "movies". "How about you?" One of them says to me as I walk by. "I'd like to see those tits on film."

I hesitate for a moment, feeling extra horny at his words.

"What type of films?" I ask, already sure of the answer.

"Fuck films. But nice ones." The sleazy guy tells me.

"I wouldn't mind doing girl on girl," I tell him. (A secret fantasy of mine)

The man smiles and hands me a card with the name of a hotel on it and a time.

At the appointed hour I drive over and eagerly go to the room on the card. My pussy already throbbing at the prospect of what's to come. The door opens and its the guy from the store. He welcomes me inside.

On the bed is a beautiful blonde dressed in a bathrobe. She smiles at me, causing my privates to melt right then and there. My heart beats loudly in my chest. Across from the bed sits a video camera on its legs against the wall.

"I'm Shiela," The woman tells me with a wink. "Don't worry. I'm very gentle with newcomers."

"Take your clothes off." The man tells me, going over to stand behind the camera.

I take off what I'm wearing, trying not to look over at the camera capturing my naked form on film for the first time. Sheila pushes me down onto the bed and spreads my legs wide open for the lens. She then puts her head down and begins to run her tongue along my pussy. I moan. Heat shoots up my body and down my legs with every lick she takes. Eagerly, two fingers start pumping me as well. I writhe and twist upon the bed, more out of natural response than to please the camera. I love the idea of being caught fucking with another woman. Of having it all captured on film.

I grab the woman's head as she bounces it up and down on my clit. Sucking and wetting my swollen flesh. I beg her to take me harder. Deeper. I want her so much I could scream.

"You like it," She tells me. "I know you do."

Shiela pulls back and takes off her bathrobe, revealing a perfectly shaped body. My lust only increases at the sight of her naked body. The warmth of an orgasm starts between my legs. I'm pulled forward and introduced to the fine art of tit sucking by Shiela. She tells me how to take her and how to lick her tits with my tongue.

She gets on the bed and opens her legs for me to do her. I stroke and caress her entire body, working my way down to her cunt. With a sigh, I lick and taste a girl for the first time. I part her labia with my tongue and bathe her clitoris and invade her vagina. This goes on for a long time before I sit back up and start to finger her. I also take my pussy and rub it against hers. We pound off together, smiling and whispering things to each other as we come. I love the sounds she makes beneath me. The combined scents of our cum upon the sheets and in the air.

When we're done, we collapse upon each other on the bed. I'm totally spent. And satisfied as well. I've almost forgotten about the guy behind the camera. The guy video taping us fuck. My mind is focused on Shiela. And wondering about all the other naughty little "jobs" that could be coming my way.

Reba

I love the idea of being a prostitute. Of being paid to have sex.

There's this one fantasy I have about being at a party and meeting up with this hot dark haired guy. He's so sexy. With wavy brown hair and these sweet baby blues. We drink together for a while. Talking about work and family and stuff. Than I lean over and tell him I'll ride him until he comes for twenty dollars.

He pulls his head back, a look of complete shock on his face. He's really a boy next door type. The kind of guy who ends up marrying his high school sweetheart and all. For a moment I fear I've made the wrong choice in talking to him at all. But than he winks at me and pulls me over to the host's bathroom upstairs.

"What do you want me to do,baby?" I tell him when we are alone in the bathroom. He just laughs shyly, unsure of what to do next.

I get to my knees before him and unzip his pants to get a good look at his cock. He's an average length, but extra thick. And uncircumcised. I pull back his hood and give him my very best oral fuck.

"Now," He whispers. "Now."

He sits on the toilet seat while I pull down my skirt. My pussy is wet and eager for him. I let him put on his condom before taking him inside of me. I love the feel of him on my cunt. And the sensation of him ramming my clit repeatedly. I pull back the straps of my dress to let him suck on my tips while I fuck him. He clenches me buttocks, begging me to go faster while I grab onto his foreskin, holding it back so we can fuck. "Give it to me baby," I say in my best porn star voice. "Yes... Yes.."

When its over, he gives me the twenty dollars and leaves the party as fast as he can. And I thrill at the idea of my latest conquest.

Anonymous

I'm 22 years old and still a virgin.

I imagine I'm at this party and go into a back room to lay down.

An attractive guy in his twenties comes in and offers me a drink. We sit together on the bed talking for a while when I notice this weird "iffy" sensation come over me. I fall back on the bed. The guy smiles at me. It's kind of an evil smile. Kind of wicked. He starts to pull off his belt.

That's when I realize I've been drugged.

I try to cry out for help, but nobody can hear me. I watch helplessly as the guy kneels before me on the bed and whips out his dick. "I know you want a peace of this," He says lewdly. A condom comes out and he slips it onto himself. "You never can be too careful now or days," He says.

He reaches over and begins to pull down me pants, revealing my pussy beneath. Without any foreplay at all, he rams his fingers inside of me. Jams them in and out. He undoes my blouse and suckles on my tits. Than goes back to raping me with his fingers. Growling, he puts his head onto my pussy and sucks on my clit.

He leans back, preparing to penetrate me with his dick. I try to cry out, to tell him I'm a virgin and I want him to leave me alone. But again the drugs keep me silent.

With a moan, he shoves his head inside of me. I can feel the burning pain of being entered for the first time. Than he pushes deeper. Deep inside of me. Vigorously, he starts to vaginally fuck me. "Take it bitch," He whispers over and over again. Saying all sorts of nasty things to me.

The door opens and somebody pokes their head in. I try to cry out for help but can get nothing out. "Just getting some cunt," The man says on top of me. Still humping away as he speaks to one of his friends. "You can have her when I'm done. She's a tight little cunt."

After a while he finishes with me and sits up. He starts to light a ciggie and glances over at me on the bed. "You've really got something there kid," He says. He leans closer to me. "But don't worry, I'll come back for seconds."

He leaves me alone in the room. Another man enters after him. Without saying a word he goes to the end of the bed and pulls my legs towards him. He pulls out a condom covered penis and starts pumping me right away. My entire body shaking on the bed.

When he's done another guy comes in to fuck me. And another. I was a virgin when I came to the party, but now five dicks have been in me. Five men have pumped me and gotten off.

After the fifth man leaves, the guy who raped me first comes back in and sits with me on the bed. "You deserve a rest." He says while stroking my wet pussy. "You've done pretty good for one evening."

Anonymous

I have this awful little fantasy about seducing a married man. I tell him frist off that its just about sex. I'm not really looking for an affair. Than we go back to this hotel room I've rented and have sex in front video camera. "Just for the memories," I tell him huskily. Once he's asleep, I go through his wallet and get all his vital information. I find out where he and his wife lives.

I take the tape and put it in a box and put wrapping paper on it, along with a card addressed to his wife. With devilish glee, I imagine the trouble I'm about to cause for this "dear unfortunate cheater." I find the thought to be very injoyable indeed.

Angela

I have another fantasy about being an evil vampiress. My main enemy is a beautiful blond by the name of Melinda. We've been at each others throats for years, neither being able to kill the other. A showdown between the vamps and the slayers is on the horizon. But I need Melinda at her weakest when that happens. And so I hatch my own evil plans...

To destroy Melinda's beloved boyfriend, Danny.

I start by drugging the imbecile and dragging back to his hotel room. I move him onto the bed, ignoring his plaintive cries. I set up the recorder on the night stand, so Melinda won't have to "miss" the action.

"Don't do this," Danny whispers as I climb on top of him. He looks at me with those green puppy dog eyes. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, Danny, of course I do." I say, undoing his belt.

I work my fingers on his penis, quickly getting him erect. Every once in a while I put my head down to lick him. When I think he's ready for me I climb on top and take him. He cries out his girlfriend's name. Something I find very thrilling as I go about my work sexually abusing him. I take it all in as I glance over at the tape recorder.

Melinda will have to watch the whole thing if she wants to know what happened to her boyfriend. I wonder what will be going through her mind? And I enjoy it.

On the bed, Danny lets out a moan. I reach my head down and sink my fangs into his neck. Climaxing from the taste of his blood and the feel of his cock. By the time I'm through raping him, he lays like a rag doll on the bed. Spent both in blood and in cum. Now he really is mine.

NOW HE'S A VAMPIRE.

As I awaken him and drag him from the room, I ponder how long it will take that bitch Melinda to track him down and kill him..Oh, well.

I still have Melinda's sister left to "visit."

Anonymous

I have this sexual daydream about a group of scientists who crash down on a far off planet. The planet is covered with beautiful plants and forests. A truly wondrous place. But the travelers soon find that all the inhabitants of this place live behind thick, solid walls. Never stepping foot on the earth beyond.

"Why not go outside?" One of the female scientists, Romule, asks one of the local men.

"Oh, we do not go out there." The man shook his head. "The wildlife is not your wildlife. It lives. It breathes....It lusts."

Romule presses the man for more information, but he ignores her and scurries off.

Not one to be so easily deterred, Romule decides to escape from the compound and explore this unknown world.

For weeks on end she studies the native plants and animals, seeing no sign of the danger the old man warned her of.

Than one day Romule come across hole in the earth ...A cave.

She goes down into the cave to find a stunning pool of water and plants much more colorful and unusual than the ones she had found up top.

Before she can study them, Romule feels a wave of emotion go through her as if she'd been punched. She falls to the ground, uncertain of what has occurred. That's when a large pile of petals near the pool part...

Revealing the most breath taking orchid Romule had ever seen. Purple and white radiate from the orchid's center, complete with a yellow stem in the center. Romule knew the name of the male part of the flower, but somehow it alluded her at the moment. She was too consumed by the pheromones of the plant. Calling to her. Asking for her.

Wanting her.

Without even realizing what she was doing, Romule went over to the gleaming plant. With a moan, she takes off her clothes. Staring down at the plants swollen center. Her vagina burned. Pools of fluid ran down her legs. She lowers herself upon the orchid, feeling its stem part and fill her insides in one slow push.

She can feel the orchid's member throbbing inside of her. The petals reach around her to stroke her breasts. Slowly, Romule begins to move up and down. Then faster ...Faster. Her clitoris warming against the plants stem and lubricating fluids. Than, without warning, she comes.

As Romule cries out, the plant begins to shudder. Warmth fills her insides as the plant empties itself inside her womb. The petals part before her.

She is free to go.

Romule picks herself up and runs from the cave without even bothering to put on her clothes. She is too confused and mystified about what has gone on. The inhabitants of the compound find her shaking and whimpering at the compounds gate.

"What do I say?" The old man tells one of Romule's counterparts. "The wildlife here...It is not safe."

Angela "The Vampire Girl"

I love satyrs and mermaids and have sexual fantasies about both.

In my satyr (theyr'e half men, half goat by the way) fantasy I see myself in this beautiful forest surrounded by wood nymphs. They all stare at me and giggle. And we run around enjoying ourselves. We run until we are exhausted and I fall asleep upon the ground.

When I wake up the wood nymphs have moved into a clearing. They play and tease a satyr sitting upon a rock. He's so fascinating to look at. With a man's body, but horns and hooves. The nymphs love to tease him, but they consider such creatures as he to be too ugly to sleep with.(According to myth that is also quite true) They tug on his ears and kiss his hands, ignoring his growing erection. When they have played with him enough they giggle and run away. I continue to stare at the creature upon the rock. And his massive, rigid erection.

Without a second thought I go towards him, reaching out to pet him the way the nymphs did. I stroke his strong shoulders and chest. His powerful arms. He watches me, not moving to touch me. He smiles though. A feral, sexy smile. He's use to waiting until the nymphs are gone to finish himself off. He doesn't expect me to do any different than them.

But I do.

I put my hand down between his legs and slowly run his skin along mine. He tenses, a gasp of suprise leaving his lips as I stimulate him in the way he's been desiring for so long. First one hand. Than two. Than, watching his excited face the entire time, I do him with my mouth. Thrilling at the taste of his cock. His balls beneath my tongue.

I raise myself up, letting him squeeze and taste my breasts in turn. He licks my neck. I kiss his face. I sit down upon him, taking his cock inside of me. One hand reaches down to touch where we are joined. I just love the feel of him throbbing against my fingertips. The feeel of him stretching me wide.

I move up and down, grabbing his horns while I move. Crying out. His mouth seeks out my breasts and eagerly he suckles my tits. I go faster and faster. Needing more. I turn around and ride him from behind like a wild animal. I want to be a wild animal.

I need it.

I scream out as I come. I hear him continue to grunt beneath me. My cunt working him to a release. I enjoy the reddish color and the joy on his face as he does. I've given him what the wood nymphs have denied him for so long. The thrill of emptying his seed into a woman. Of rutting and making her his.

I just love that fantasy.

In the mermaid one I like to imagine a woman being rescued at sea (her boat crashes in a storm) by a mermaid. Who takes her over to a rock. The woman awakens to find the mermaid kissing her face. They start to make love when the scales at the mermaid's stomach part and a long, fleshy phallus comes out. She then hops on top the woman and wildly starts to have sex with her.

It's a much more detailed fantasy than that, but I think I went a little long on the satyr thing so I'll leave it at that. Besides, I think it's a good starting point, don't you? LOL.

Angela-Part Three

I think of my sexuality as being a little off kilter. A little strange.

A long with everything else, I like to imagine having sex with a sleeping woman. That I'm some sort of sexual spirit who wonders around at night looking for people to seduce. In my fantasy I crawl into some straight chicks bed and start arousing her while she doses. I kiss her face and breasts. Pull her nightgown to one side and suckle on her tits. I love how she moans in her sleep. Unaware another girl is screwing her. I work my way down to her pussy, kissing her all the way. I part her labia and eagerly lick her dripping cunt. I stay there until I know she has come to a strong climax. I will it with both my hands and my mind.

When Its over I kiss her cheek and move on to my next sleeping beauty.

Horror movies are also a turn on for me. I just love the transformation scene An American Werewolf In London. (Werewolves are a turn on for me.) It just gets me into such a dark, sexual mood. Nightmare On Elm Street and its sequals are also a turn on. I just love wily villians. Its some sort of wierd sexual thing for me. I don't know.

Werewolves and Freddy Krueger.

EVEN I DON'T UNDERSTAND MY SEXUALITY.

Go figure.

Fergie

I love watching guys do it. The idea of two "straight" guys kissing really does it for me. I know that the idea of seeing two guys do it doesn't arouse as many girls as watching two girls make out does for men. But I think all women ahould give gay pron a try at least once in their lives. When it comes to penis shots, those people deliver! Besides that, it just seems to me that the men are more turned on by the experiance than the girls are in the hetero pornos.

For women that like the thought of gay guys kissing but don't want to see gay guy sex, my advice would be to rent 200 American put out by the Wolf company. It's a beautiful film. WITH HOT HOT GUYS! I fell in love with it. It's given me sexual fantasies since I've seen it.

Anonymous

I wouldn't call it a fantasy per se, but I have had many dreams about becoming a man and raping women. Is this odd? I don't know. I remember the first time this dream occured. I was in my bedroom and pushed this girl down onto the floor. I then took my penis and thrusted it into her vagina. She writhed beneath my in pleasure and, to my twisted delight pain. Another dream I had involved breaking into this preachers house and dragging his virgin daughter into her bedroom. I then flung her onto the ground and pulled her panties aside so that I could have my way with her. I loved the feel of deflowering her and had one of the best orgasms I've ever experianced.

I have to say that these dreams have given me a keen insight into why certain men are drawn to rape. The "act" itself is so intoxicating I can't really describe it to you in words. Nor the pleasure of prowling around like an animal looking for the next "victim." I often feel bad in the dream and want my female partners to enjoy themselves. But I cannot stop the urge in these dreams to merely take what I want.

Anonymous

I am married and fantasise about another married man, while I masturbate. It helps me come hard because I know he has the hots for me.

Carly

Hi. I love masturbating, I do it usually about 3 or 4 times a day, morning noon and night. Some times in the car on the way home too! Any ways, though many of you may be disgusted by it, my biggest fantasy is incest. Just thinking of my dad catching me touching myself, us having a talk that leads to sex can have me cumming in seconds. I have also fantasized about my brother and (though I have none) a son making love to me, both of which I find arousing. Also, I imagine being a slave for another woman. Being spanked, used, bad talked, and just being at her beck and call to eat her out, drink her pee, or whatever she wants also get my juices flowing!

Anonymous

My first sexual thoughts were of animals (tigers, lions,dogs, etc). I remember being around five or so, sitting on the couch, getting all aroused over tigers. Imagining what it would be like to be trapped in a cage with one. I didn't even start having sexual dreams about people until I was in my teens. And it took me a while to realize my "thoughts" were wrong. Then I felt ashamed and hid them. I still get faint "crushes" on animals, but I try to push them aside. I have no idea where those types of things would come from. But it kind of worries me.

Tiffany

I love a fantasy I have about this young blond haired woman named Katie who moves out to L.A. to start her own singing/acting career. She goes there believing she can do anything but soon discovers that show biz isn't all its cracked up to be and her boyfriend has gone on to greener pastures.

Katie moves into the only apartment she can afford and waits for the phone to ring...But it doesn't. Weeks pass by and her rent gets further and further behind. Katie starts to panic. Ms. Reynolds, her land lady, is a nice enough woman, but how long would she go without being paid for the room?

Katie didn't have to wait long to find out.

One day as the young woman was walking down the hall to her room, Ms Reynolds stuck her head out of her door and beckoned her inside. The older woman was very attractive in a refined sort of way. With a strong full chin and sparkling eyes. She reminded Katie a lot of Sigourney Weaver. The clothes she wore were confined to classy suits and evening gowns. Nothing casual or cheap.

"I'm sorry about the rent Ms Reynolds," Katie stutters in my fantasy as she sits upon the couch. "I'm working on it."

"I'm sure you are," Ms Reynolds says with a smile. "And call me Betty. Everyone does."

The other woman moves to stand in front of Katie, leaning down until her face was a breath away from the other woman's. "You know what they say about me, don't you?" She asks. "They say I devour little girls like you for breakfast."

Katie looks away from her. She's heard the stories, of course. But hadn't thought much about them. "Whatever you want to do I guess."

"Whatever I want to do." Betty purrs. She backs away from Katie and goes over to sit on the couch. "What if I told you that the only way you can avoid being kicked out onto the street right now is to fuck me. What would you say about that?"

"You're joking-"

"I'm not." Betty parts her robe to reveal the swollen pussy beneath. Katie could see her labia had started to part, her clit peeking out of the red folds. "Come over here."

A long moment passed.

"Come over here!" Betty demands loudly, in the type of voice that brooked no argument.

Katie found herself on her knees, scooting towards the other woman. She reached out to touch the excited snatch, but Betty batted her hand away. Ruthlessly, she took Katie's head and forced it between her legs. Katie felt her tongue taste a woman for the first time. Sweet and salty. She found she enjoyed tugging on the firm clit between the other woman's legs. And plunging her tongue into the eagerly awaiting vagina. She closed her eyes, listening to her land lady moan and sigh as she continued her work.

Just when she was just about done, Betty pulled away and left the room.

When she returned, she was wearing a large black strap on connected to a harness between her legs. The cock was larger than anything Katie had ever been with. She watched in fascination as Betty put lube onto the sex toy and rubbed it onto her "member."

"Bend over," Betty commanded.

Katie was mounted a moment later over the couch. Her pussy hitting cold hair a moment before the warmth of the large cock inside of her took over. Betty ripped open her blouse and started to grope her with wild enthusiasm. Pumping her over and over again with guttural grunts. Reaching a hand down to work Katie's mound.

"Yes. Yes. Oh, yes!" Katie cried, exhausted from her own climax.

Fifteen minutes later, Betty moved off of her and went over to sit on the couch. "That was pretty goo for a newbie." She says.

Adding, "But you have so much more to learn."