I’m a straight, white male doctoral candidate from Brooklyn, New York. I have fantasized about scenarios in which I find myself surrounded by women, while I'm wearing nothing but white Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs (so-called "tighty whities"). In these fantasies, I find myself in that predicament, accidentally, through no fault of my own or overt action on my part. These fantasies are a confluence of vastly divergent emotions: It's anticipatory dread juxtaposed with prurient exhilaration. Half of me almost shudders at the mere thought of such an unpleasant and embarrassing experience, and yet the other half of me desires it with an unfathomable intensity that very nearly causes my heart to pound out of my chest. "I hate it, yet I love it," so-to-speak.
I'm not an exhibitionist. The fantasies do not involve nudity of any type. I've never acted out these fantasies and never will. They will remain just that: Fantasies. However, for nearly twenty years I have run these fantasies (I have 5-6 favorite scenarios) through my mind with scrupulous attention devoted to every minuscule detail. The level of sexual arousal produced by these fantasies is incredible and instantaneous; almost beyond description.
The fantasy evokes several distinct emotions: Humiliation; a very strong sense of vulnerability and a tinge of "despair," because I know this moment of extreme embarrassment can never be "undone." The reactions of the women always fall into one of two categories: They find my very unfortunate public circumstances to be a source of amusement, which is often accompanied by pointing and stifled giggling. Or, they are mature, almost stoic, as they earnestly try to help me recover my dignity – and my pants - which, of course, are nowhere to be found. They may offer me a robe or towel. It is the second group of women (the "helpful" group) that causes the most humiliation for me. Another vital component in these fantasies is the issue of "seeing" these women "afterward." It would be embarrassing to have to look these women in the eye in the future!
As stated earlier, in these fantasies, I inexplicably, accidentally, somehow find myself trouser-less. It's not "intentional." The women are varied and can include any race. The number of women in these fantasies can range from one to dozens. The women can be any age between 21 and about 55. However, the more attractive they are, the more humiliating it is. The more feminine they are (curvaceous; hair coiffed; dresses/evening gowns, as opposed to jeans, etc.), the more humiliating it is. Unlike most "humiliation fantasies," mine does not involve feminization, pain, whips, chains, ect.
Sometimes, the women in these fantasies are strangers (nurses; sorority sisters; a club full of women on "Ladies Drink Free" Night). Sometimes they're known to me (neighbors; academic colleagues; my brothers' girlfriends; the "50-something" cashiers at the 99-cents store; the two buxom hygienists at my dentist's office, etc.).
As I grew older, I strongly suspected these fantasies would end. They haven't. My limited and albeit, unscientific research over the years tells me this is not a common fantasy. Any other straight males have this humiliation fantasy?
Any insight and/or other comments would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks,
Ken
I'm not an exhibitionist. The fantasies do not involve nudity of any type. I've never acted out these fantasies and never will. They will remain just that: Fantasies. However, for nearly twenty years I have run these fantasies (I have 5-6 favorite scenarios) through my mind with scrupulous attention devoted to every minuscule detail. The level of sexual arousal produced by these fantasies is incredible and instantaneous; almost beyond description.
The fantasy evokes several distinct emotions: Humiliation; a very strong sense of vulnerability and a tinge of "despair," because I know this moment of extreme embarrassment can never be "undone." The reactions of the women always fall into one of two categories: They find my very unfortunate public circumstances to be a source of amusement, which is often accompanied by pointing and stifled giggling. Or, they are mature, almost stoic, as they earnestly try to help me recover my dignity – and my pants - which, of course, are nowhere to be found. They may offer me a robe or towel. It is the second group of women (the "helpful" group) that causes the most humiliation for me. Another vital component in these fantasies is the issue of "seeing" these women "afterward." It would be embarrassing to have to look these women in the eye in the future!
As stated earlier, in these fantasies, I inexplicably, accidentally, somehow find myself trouser-less. It's not "intentional." The women are varied and can include any race. The number of women in these fantasies can range from one to dozens. The women can be any age between 21 and about 55. However, the more attractive they are, the more humiliating it is. The more feminine they are (curvaceous; hair coiffed; dresses/evening gowns, as opposed to jeans, etc.), the more humiliating it is. Unlike most "humiliation fantasies," mine does not involve feminization, pain, whips, chains, ect.
Sometimes, the women in these fantasies are strangers (nurses; sorority sisters; a club full of women on "Ladies Drink Free" Night). Sometimes they're known to me (neighbors; academic colleagues; my brothers' girlfriends; the "50-something" cashiers at the 99-cents store; the two buxom hygienists at my dentist's office, etc.).
As I grew older, I strongly suspected these fantasies would end. They haven't. My limited and albeit, unscientific research over the years tells me this is not a common fantasy. Any other straight males have this humiliation fantasy?
Any insight and/or other comments would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks,
Ken
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