Inappropriate fantasies

[Playblues2020]

That would be so hot?!!!

And then watch the wife eat the cum out of my wife and my wife cleans the husbands cock by sucking the mixture of her pussy juice and his cum off his cock and swallow it all.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

And then watch the wife eat the cum out of my wife and my wife cleans the husbands cock by sucking the mixture of her pussy juice and his cum off his cock and swallow it all.

Sign me up!!!!!

 

[Mike130]

I want to watch a married couple have sex with my wife. I want to watch the wife eat my wife out while she sucks the husband. The switch and have the wife sit on my wife's face while the husband fucks my wife bareback and fills her pussy with his cum.

That sounds quite erotic, actually.

 

[AnotherHornyDay]

I want to watch a married couple have sex with my wife. I want to watch the wife eat my wife out while she sucks the husband. The switch and have the wife sit on my wife's face while the husband fucks my wife bareback and fills her pussy with his cum.

And then watch the wife eat the cum out of my wife and my wife cleans the husbands cock by sucking the mixture of her pussy juice and his cum off his cock and swallow it all.

FUCK YEAH! that is hot as fuck, dick hard and ready

 

[marriedchappy]

I guess it depends on the measure of inappropriate. Actions in the real world have a much lower threshold than thoughts in a fantasy.

I have 2 fantasies about my wife that could be deemed inappropriate. One as an aunt and one as a teacher. I'm sure you can guess the detail (nothing underage). Or DM me to find out or explore.

 

[Sienna62]

A Prime Minister?

Have to admit, as vile and incompetent a human as Liz Truss is I have cracked a few out to thoughts of her. Expensively dressed posh Tory women hold a strange fascination although I never harboured that sort of desire for dear old Maggie

“Expensively dressed posh Tory women”
Prim And proper.
Silver haired… bonus if evidently curvy .
I think Maggie might be a taste acquired with age ?

 

[E_C65]

“Expensively dressed posh Tory women”
Prim And proper.
Silver haired… bonus if evidently curvy .
I think Maggie might be a taste acquired with age ?

I dont think I'd ever live long enough to acquire that depraved level of taste

 

[Crownvic]

She got me so hot, I couldn’t hide that boner any more..

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

I was raised in the LDS Church (commonly known as Mormonism), and although I was too young and not yet eligible to wear sacred temple garments myself, I developed a deep fascination with them. There was something intensely compelling about the idea of someone—man or woman—wearing these modest, sacred undergarments. It became a powerful distraction for me. I often found myself imagining the older men in our community, certain that they wore the garments beneath their everyday clothes and especially under their Sunday best. The knowledge that a prescribed, religious layer existed just out of sight made the garments feel even more alluring—more so, in fact, than conventional lingerie.

As I said, I never qualified to wear these "vements", but I did purchase a set and wore them nonetheless, giving me an erotic thrill that I used in private sessions with myself.

To be clear, these are the least erotic looking items you could imagine, but the taboo of it, the fact I was not allowed to wear it, and by that nature, I was not allowed to sleep with a man who wore it, turned the outfit into my fetish object and the man that wears it into my object of desire.

I've never outgrown this desire, but I've long since left the church and have few LDS men in my life. It's probably best I stay out of Utah, because of the damage I might do to someone's happy home if I ever act on that urge. I finally decided to write about it in my stories by incorporating this fetish into my upcoming story, THE MORE MOM.

The picture below is of the Sacred Temple Garments. Don't judge me; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye when someone wears this attire.


View attachment 2546579 became more enticing to me than lingerie.

Your stories are amazing.

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

I’d love for my wife to send me to a bisexual sex resort for a week and see what happens! Lol. Better yet she would cum too.

 

[ClockworkFox]

I was raised in the LDS Church (commonly known as Mormonism), and although I was too young and not yet eligible to wear sacred temple garments myself, I developed a deep fascination with them. There was something intensely compelling about the idea of someone—man or woman—wearing these modest, sacred undergarments. It became a powerful distraction for me. I often found myself imagining the older men in our community, certain that they wore the garments beneath their everyday clothes and especially under their Sunday best. The knowledge that a prescribed, religious layer existed just out of sight made the garments feel even more alluring—more so, in fact, than conventional lingerie.

As I said, I never qualified to wear these "vements", but I did purchase a set and wore them nonetheless, giving me an erotic thrill that I used in private sessions with myself.

To be clear, these are the least erotic looking items you could imagine, but the taboo of it, the fact I was not allowed to wear it, and by that nature, I was not allowed to sleep with a man who wore it, turned the outfit into my fetish object and the man that wears it into my object of desire.

I've never outgrown this desire, but I've long since left the church and have few LDS men in my life. It's probably best I stay out of Utah, because of the damage I might do to someone's happy home if I ever act on that urge. I finally decided to write about it in my stories by incorporating this fetish into my upcoming story, THE MORE MOM.

The picture below is of the Sacred Temple Garments. Don't judge me; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye when someone wears this attire.


View attachment 2546579 became more enticing to me than lingerie.

His pouch (or whatever the official LDS term is) is definitely, enigmatically, even sinisterly weird and suggestive. Is it just the creases, or is that a deliberate thin-bony-hand design built into it?

 

[FlirtyWordy]

Most of my fantasies are inappropriate.
Quite a few are taboo.
Some are illegal.
Some would get me kicked off Literotica.

And how very stupid is it that acts of pure *imagination* are considered threatening and criminal? I get it that society needs to be watchful of people who would cause actual harm, in whatever way. But it's positively Orwellian that people cannot speak freely about *imagined* sexual situations.

Dr. Justin Lehmiller often serves as an expert witness for trials in which (usually) a divorcing spouse has charged her soon-to-be-former spouse of some nefarious fantasy, which divorce attorneys like to pretend is tantamount to reality. As Lehmiller's research has showed, fantasy in no way indicates that a person is inclined to act it out.

 

[tristianc]

I have too many to list. But here’s one: It starts out with me opening the latticed screen and saying “forgive me father for I have sinned.”

lol I’m not even catholic but I have had similar fantasies involving my pastor for years. I seriously try to avoid having them but I can’t help it. There’s something about them.

Religion and sex are a very hot topic for fantasy.

 

[Mystories189]

Honestly, get cohersed to fuck someone I hate. I've lost a bet and had to fuck guys I hate before, and it was amazing. I'd love to have no choice whatsoever

 

[vandelayatx]

Honestly, get cohersed to fuck someone I hate. I've lost a bet and had to fuck guys I hate before, and it was amazing. I'd love to have no choice whatsoever

Grudge fucks can be fun on occasion

 

[Mystories189]

So much fun. Especially when they are guys you've hated for a while, like guys who hated me for who I am. Guys I thought were pigs and assholes.

 

[Mike130]

I have too many to list. But here’s one: It starts out with me opening the latticed screen and saying “forgive me father for I have sinned.”

lol I’m not even catholic but I have had similar fantasies involving my pastor for years. I seriously try to avoid having them but I can’t help it. There’s something about them.

I’m Father Inn, a wayward priest. I’ve replaced the lattice screen with a glory hole for your convenience if that’s ok.

 

[tristianc]

I’m pretty sure religion has made many people extremely obsessed with sex for many hundreds of years lol. Simply by trying to get them to be pure. At least that’s been my experience. I’m still kind of in my religion but I’ll give blame where blame is due

It’s that struggle to stay pure that makes kind of the seduction so much more difficult and therefore more rewarding. Plus I’ve found those raised in a strict religion to have some kinky fantasies.

 

[nock]

I have too many to list. But here’s one: It starts out with me opening the latticed screen and saying “forgive me father for I have sinned.”

lol I’m not even catholic but I have had similar fantasies involving my pastor for years. I seriously try to avoid having them but I can’t help it. There’s something about them.

and do you masturbate thinking of your pastor, Coquetteprincess? Maybe he does thinking of you... you would love that thought, yes?

 

[nock]

I was raised in the LDS Church (commonly known as Mormonism), and although I was too young and not yet eligible to wear sacred temple garments myself, I developed a deep fascination with them. There was something intensely compelling about the idea of someone—man or woman—wearing these modest, sacred undergarments. It became a powerful distraction for me. I often found myself imagining the older men in our community, certain that they wore the garments beneath their everyday clothes and especially under their Sunday best. The knowledge that a prescribed, religious layer existed just out of sight made the garments feel even more alluring—more so, in fact, than conventional lingerie.

As I said, I never qualified to wear these "vements", but I did purchase a set and wore them nonetheless, giving me an erotic thrill that I used in private sessions with myself.

To be clear, these are the least erotic looking items you could imagine, but the taboo of it, the fact I was not allowed to wear it, and by that nature, I was not allowed to sleep with a man who wore it, turned the outfit into my fetish object and the man that wears it into my object of desire.

I've never outgrown this desire, but I've long since left the church and have few LDS men in my life. It's probably best I stay out of Utah, because of the damage I might do to someone's happy home if I ever act on that urge. I finally decided to write about it in my stories by incorporating this fetish into my upcoming story, THE MORE MOM.

The picture below is of the Sacred Temple Garments. Don't judge me; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye when someone wears this attire.


View attachment 2546579 became more enticing to me than lingerie.

I loved your MORE MOM story, WendyTrilby, and I try to imagine your temple garments soaking wet and smelling heavenly

 

[ClockworkFox]

His pouch (or whatever the official LDS term is) is definitely, enigmatically, even sinisterly weird and suggestive. Is it just the creases, or is that a deliberate thin-bony-hand design built into it?

I now find I'd been concentrating on the His in the His and Hers display. Hers are strange too - supposedly designed to hide away all the naughty bits, but I find myself wondering what is covering her crotch. Nothing, presumably, since after all these are undergarments (unless Wendy can fill us in ...). The material over her tits is well up above neckline, but why do I notice The Nipple Area much more with a baggy design? I must say I share her fascination. It's an exciting staidness that is nevertheless comparable to cutaway-crotch latex catsuits and leather dom shorts with ball pouches.

 

[ClockworkFox]

I now find I'd been concentrating on the His in the His and Hers display. Hers are strange too - supposedly designed to hide away all the naughty bits, but I find myself wondering what is covering her crotch. Nothing, presumably, since after all these are undergarments (unless Wendy can fill us in ...). The material over her tits is well up above neckline, but why do I notice The Nipple Area much more with a baggy design? I must say I share her fascination. It's an exciting staidness that is nevertheless comparable to cutaway-crotch latex catsuits and leather dom shorts with ball pouches.

God, it's getting to me, this. I know now why I fix on the nips. It's those rib affairs all around in a circle, practically arrowing the nipples and saying "Look, here we are, right here! We might not be allowed to stiffen like chapel coatpegs, but we're here all right."

And ... is it my sick imagination, or do both of them have the tiniest rip in the crotch, showing the tiniest glimpse of bare skin?

 

[xdresssissytoes]

My hot sexy adult nieces will be at my pool party today....barely fitting into their bikinis.....yummmmmm.......

 

[BizTrav]

Licking my tomboy employee's pussy on the conference room table.

 

[nock]

and do you masturbate thinking of your pastor, Coquetteprincess? Maybe he does thinking of you... you would love that thought, yes?

I understand you are not catholic, Coquetteprincess, and of course you would never do that - or would you? Imagine, if you were catholic, and you just couldn't have helped masturbating before going to confession. Then, don't wash, not even your hands. The smell of your longing and pleasure would fill that narrow space, and while you don't see the priest, you can be sure he'd smell your sex while you confess. That might make confessing your "sins" more intense, the good storyteller you are, you might turn that handsom priest on. You don't see him, but you hear his breath, and maybe he sighs, although he tries to be quiet. Imagine his asking questions. Confessing, reminiscing to that eager listener you have fantasized about might make you soak, the smell in that narrow box getting more intense. He'd be so close, so hard, probably. You crave for... not sure I'd call it absolution...

But you are not catholic, Coquetteprincess... (neither am I)