How compartmentalized are your erotic fantasies/reading tastes?

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Yesterday a thread was started over in Fetish and Sexuality that was shut down. I assume because it was hijacked to an ad hominem back and forth between two people. I think it's an interesting question, that is, the degree to which one's fantasies bleed into real life or not. Here's the post. Note: My copying the whole post here does not mean I endorse the behavior described in the fantasy!

Do you ever think about dark and unrealistic fantasies that turn you own, however if you to ever actually try them in real life they would be either extremely unsafe or are just impossible. Let’s discuss, even if they’ll never happen, they’re still hot

I would love a form of bdsm where my sub takes a pill that renders her body completely unable to move. She is essentially unconscious from a movement standpoint, but can see and feel everything happening
 
I’m pretty happy with my sex life, I don’t want to try out shit that damages or potentially damages anyone else or me.

And by damage I don’t mean impact play done right. I mean actual injury, mental or physical.

Emily
 
The stories are always told in the most idyllic setting. So while sex on a public nude beach might sound hot in my head, IRL that's definitely not the case, least of all for the all the sand.

The themes, I think, have some truth to them. At the very least, I have to empathize with the circumstance enough to write the characters.
 
The things I write are things I have fantasized about. I've never been anywhere near many of the situations described in my stories, but the fantasies do come from experiences, things that sort of triggered that situational arousal. I just turn it up to the nth degree and remove all non-sexy consequences.

There's an element of suspension of disbelief in my stories that doesn't work in real life. I can control every aspect, so I can make sure everyone involved and in the vicinity is sure to have just the right reaction to ratchet up the arousal. No one morally objects to what's going on, no one is any more uncomfortable than I want them to be, no one gets hurt physically or emotionally. If I tried to 'reenact' some of the things I write about, I couldn't be sure of any of that.

On top of all that, and maybe most relevant, I write a lot about non-sexual relationships turning sexual, often with multiple partners. That's kind of part of the fantasy. There's nothing monogamous about my erotica. But I'm happily married and decidedly monogamous. I get that stuff out of my system by writing about it, and I would never actually cheat on my wife.
 
Maybe our society should embrace a bit more compartmentalization? Someone’s (Mirafrida's?) weird fantasy does not make them a disgusting pervert in real life. Live and let live. But on the other hand, other people (e.g. your spouse/partner) don't owe your fantasy anything and you need to respect that deeply. And, maybe think twice before making some very specifc fantasy into a real life dealbreaker, such that it winnows out most of the partner pool that might be compatible with you in every other regard.

Sometimes I get the impression that a non-trivial portion of the population is struggling with these concepts.
 
I always think of respectable Japanese business men riding the bullet trains reading the most horrid graphic hentai
Reading or writing or fantasizing about the darker desires doesn’t correspond to the desire to enact them nor does it necessarily pollute how someone interacts with significant others or friends. Most people, aside from psychopaths, can and do compartmentalize real life from fantasy very well daily in order to function in society.
 
The things I write are things I have fantasized about. I've never been anywhere near many of the situations described in my stories, but the fantasies do come from experiences, things that sort of triggered that situational arousal. I just turn it up to the nth degree and remove all non-sexy consequences.

There's an element of suspension of disbelief in my stories that doesn't work in real life. I can control every aspect, so I can make sure everyone involved and in the vicinity is sure to have just the right reaction to ratchet up the arousal. No one morally objects to what's going on, no one is any more uncomfortable than I want them to be, no one gets hurt physically or emotionally. If I tried to 'reenact' some of the things I write about, I couldn't be sure of any of that.

On top of all that, and maybe most relevant, I write a lot about non-sexual relationships turning sexual, often with multiple partners. That's kind of part of the fantasy. There's nothing monogamous about my erotica. But I'm happily married and decidedly monogamous. I get that stuff out of my system by writing about it, and I would never actually cheat on my wife.
I didn't know he left.
 
I'm preparing a story exploring a pretty dark fantasy. It intrigues me, because i know in real life it would be frightening. The loss of control in it wouldn't be exciting but upsetting. But as a fantasy... my god is it electric.

There is a fine and fascinating line between wanting something to happen (out of excitement and curiosity), and truly genuinely wanting it to happen (knowing full well how of out of control you'd be!).
 
I'm a hearty and enthusiastic believer in, and practitioner of, the compartmentalization of erotica.

I'm all for it.

We're all different. That's the starting point that we should all accept. Anybody who wants to make a universal, one-size-fits-all statement about other people based on what erotic stories they like to read or write has no idea what they are talking about.

Some of my stories are based on actual experiences I've had, sort of. For instance, I've dabbled in BDSM and voyeurism and exhibitionism, and I have written stories in those categories, and my stories are based in at least some small part on experiences I've had.

Some of my stories are based on fantasies I've had but never experienced. I've never actually had a "hot wife," but the fantasy intrigues me and if the opportunity to experience it arose I might indulge.

Some of my stories are based on subjects that I do not actually fantasize about, but I think they're sexy to write about. Adult, consensual incest, for example. I don't actually fantasize about the subject in a real way, but I like the stories, so I write them. And I don't think there's anything necessarily wrong about two adult, related people having a sexual encounter so long as it's consensual.

And some of my stories are based on subjects that I personally find disturbing, and would never want to engage in, but enjoy fantasizing about nonetheless. Nonconsent stories come to mind. I think it's perfectly OK for decent, moral people to have indecent and immoral fantasies.

So, yes, I compartmentalize regarding my erotica, and I think it's perfectly OK to do so.
 
I am decidedly non-monogamous and I enjoy fantasies of the darker nature.

One was of me, tied to a hotel table at the window. A group of young, barely legal, guys outside watching.

The adult boss of them said the first one to make me cum, gets to have me all night. The ones who didn't have to sit silently and watch.

The bolder, more experiences guys bragging and competing. The skinny, nerd, younger brother of someone, turned 18,but 2 days before and was 100% virgin. Never even saw a nude woman out of a magazine or web picture.

The bigger guys were laughing that he could go last since he wouldn't get the job done. Totally teasing and degrading the kid.

I do my very best and make it through the crowd. Biting my tongue the last 30 seconds with the 2nd to last guy because I am ready to break.

I hold out. Barely.

The young guy starts. Ametuer of course. With 30 seconds left, they all get loud.
If no one makes me cum, the boss man has me all night. They don't get to watch.
They should be cheering him on, not admitting defeat, when I start to cum.
Body flopping a fish on the dock. Squirting in his face and mouth. Moaning, groaning, cursing. He keeps licking and sucking and I keep cumming.
The boss hears the commotion and enters. He is surprised, but proud of his nephew, whose mom thinks he is gay.so they make go clean up. Shower and refresh. The guys line the wall inside.

I walk out in my towel, and address the winner. Tell him he is the best I ever had. I was boosting him up expecting a 4" dick to match his nerdy looks and size.
I reach down to brush his cock and I am surprised. I brush my face against his jeans and act like I am sucking through his jeans.
I help him shed them and take his semi soft cock in my mouth before anyone can see.

They joke about it being so small no one can see it.

As it hardens in my mouth and throat, they notice he is farther away from me. I take him out of my mouth. All 11" of him.

They sit silently as I ride the biggest cock ever.

Looks like I am the big winner.
 
I have a fantasy that more heterosexual women who liked looking at men would hang out at clothes-optional beaches. Basically, I'd just like more women to see me in the nude...my desires are pretty simple! 😉
 
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