I’m a musician and from my earliest days I have found church music to be incredibly erotic. I don’t mean any and all hymns, plunked out on a tuneless piano and halfheartedly hummed by a sleepy congregation. No, I mean centuries-old chants and masses, in Latin, with strings or with organ. There’s something about the way the music leans, the way it rises and falls, the reverence of it, that makes me wriggle in my seat.

I work for a church that still has music like this every week and on one occasion there was a young seminarian present, assisting the old priest. I was singing in the choir loft and that week we were singing my favorite mass – the Orbis Factor. It was particularly moving that day and my skin was buzzing. At one moment, as I was singing the Gloria, I looked down and the young, dark, tall, stormy-looking seminarian was looking up at me with flashing eyes. I looked at myself and realised that I had my hand in my shirt.

Perhaps it’s not just the religious music that turns me on.

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When I was a school kid, there was a joke about a newly married couple on the train to their holiday destination. To keep it short, after the bride was able to discreetly sit on the groom’s lap, after establishing that the other passengers were all going to the same destination, the groom was able to bounce her up and down a few times, exclaiming “We’re all going to Blackpool!”
I have often fantasized about having sex in the carriage of a train. All those nice seats and racks to hold on to. And maybe being discovered by a ticket inspector… who goes to open the compartment door and then watches for a while before joining the action. This with the added excitement of everyone wanting to arrive at respective destinations before reaching the terminus… I have never seen any erotic scenes filmed on a train. Maybe it’s time for us to correct that…

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I’ve always been so turned on by the old porn theatres. The ones that were a little sketchy and who knew who was doing what in the back rows. Okay, you know exactly what everyone was doing; but the idea of experiencing private pleasure communally in such a public place is truly thrilling to me. In my fantasies, I spend hours bathing and grooming and picking out an outfit: the perfect pleated short skirt that swishes along the top of my thighs and stay-up stockings that you can just see the top of when I walk with a low-cut silk top showing off my nipples, with a tasteful wool coat over top that makes you wonder if I’m dressed to tantalize or if you’re just imagining it.

My hair perfectly coiffed and my lipstick expertly applied, I arrive at the show 5 minutes in to make sure everyone can see me and the outline of my bare ass cheeks under my skirt as I walk up to the front of the theatre. I slyly take in the erections in the laps of the men who line the aisles and the way they stiffen further with my presence. I slide into my seat in the front row, knowing very well that everyone’s eyes are on my back and they’re intrigued and turned on by my presence. I cross my legs demurely, remove my coat, and put on a pair of smart reading glasses and pointedly study the screen. After about 10 minutes, I turn around and bend over to “look for something in my coat pocket”, not so subtly flashing everyone a peek at my swinging breasts hanging loose in my silk top.

When I retrieve whatever it was, I sit back down and spread my legs open wide. It’s obvious what was in my coat pocket was a vibrator, as the buzzes begin filling the theatre as I toy my clit and run the vibe along my lips and the opening to my pussy. I start to quietly gasp and moan and reach my hand to the back of my seat to steady myself. I love knowing everyone can hear me, see me, smell me pleasuring myself. I come and pack my things, put on my coat and walk out. Nobody I pass on the way out has a hard on any longer.

Soundtrack: Lavender (Feat. KAYTRANADA)

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My boyfriend is nerdy and so are his friends. His closest friend and I are very close. We laugh at the same jokes, we enjoy the same tv shows, movies, beers , you name it. He’s not bad looking, short and quirky but with charm. In a way, Im not even -that- attracted to him, he’s the guy next door, the guy that’s hiding his game, the guy that no one fears, and certainly not my boyfriend. He likes me, I know it, he has a girlfriend but always looks at me for some reason, we have awkward moments together, I know he’s attracted to me and he knows I -really- enjoy his attention. You could say we have an ambiguous relationship. But, if I pause for a second, do I want any of this to happen in real life? Well, no. I love my boyfriend and we’re not into having open relationships – yet -, also my boyfriend is much more suited for me and our love is more precious to me than some silly little friend crush. Because, in the end, that’s what it boils down to : sex. I had dreams about my boyfriend’s best friend, several. Sexy, hot, deliciously lusty dreams about him. Some of my best sex dreams ever were about him. But I know it’s never gonna happen and if it really did, it couldn’t honestly be as good as my fantasies. I wish this movie could be the most vivid dream about us two, our awkward, dangerous, decadent, forbidden but ultimately, an ecstasy, orgasms filled and delicious night of explosive sex intertwined with friendship, laughter. and a little guilt (but not too much, it’s just a fantasy). Please make it real, I’m so horny writing this.

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I met a guy in New Orleans. I was grabbing beads being thrown from the parade, and handed one to him, holding his eye. We went from bar to bar, dancing to the live music.. and eventually I invited him up to my hotel room. It had a balcony, so I turned off the lights from my room and we went out there. In the shadows, above the dancing, loud crowds in the street, we fucked. After a while, I was only wearing the beads, and we used them to tangle ourselves in each other. Then I playfully “bound” him to the wrought iron of the balcony, and we continued all night long…

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It’s a Sunday, my room mate and I are watching menial things on Netflix and I’m sat there scrolling through Tinder. I match with a guy less than 2KM away who asks me straight up if I want to hook up for a lazy Sunday afternoon session. I’m nervous but go and lie to my room mate that I’m going to the gym to avoid the inevitable questions. I meet him in the local park and awkwardly chat about the basics of each others lives. We start walking back towards what I guess is his house and he makes me a cup of tea. He takes my coat and slowly kisses my shoulder until I am eager to explore the body of this almost stranger. He’s generous in making sure that I am pleased just as much as he is and takes his time to tease my sensitive nipples and clit. He mumbles into my groin which makes my eyes roll into my head. There are no niceties and no need for small talk, it’s totally primal and oh so erotic. We fuck until we are both finished and I slide off back to my house and my room mate one street away exactly how I left them. Good work out? She asks, ‘yeh, wasn’t bad.’ As my phone pings, another match.

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I know I’ve been told that monogamy is overrated and perhaps that’s true for some. But I’m not ready to give up on it just yet. I love that feeling of having someone melt in my arms and tremble at my touch; you see, that is my magical power…

If you like to kneel at your Queen’s feet and suck her toes and meet her every need, then you might just be the right Knight for the job.
As your Queen I am demanding without question, a woman who knows what she wants and I will not settle for less than a man’s best. But if you are mine you will never want for more.

Only serious inquires please.

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It’s my last night in Spain and I’m having drinks at a bar. A man sits next to me and starts to speak to me; but he’s not speaking Spanish. He can see that I don’t know what he’s trying to say and takes out a little book and asks me if I’d like a drink, I say yes. After we talk as much as we can and our drinks are long gone, he tells me this is his last night in Spain.
“Funny thing, mine too!” I tell him, as I put my hand on his thigh. We decide to make it a fun night and take the elevator to his room. But just then there is a bright blue light and we’re on his space ship, just the two of us! He starts to unbutton his shirt, making it very clear he wants to know how we do it here on earth. As I start to undress, he begins to play with my nipples, which I pretend to hide from him coyly. He then figures out how to take off my skirt and the two of us go at it for the rest of the night.
The next morning I wake up in my room. As I look around I can’t help but smile and go back to sleep. After all, there was still time before my flight.

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I’m driving down the highway in the middle of nowhere. Music blasting and the wind in my hair, whooshing through the open driver’s seat window. I’m going a little fast, there’s no one else around for miles. Or so I thought. I get pulled over by a policeman who tells me I have been going over the speed limit. We start chatting. I’m flirting a little, making small talk, discovering our common interests to serve mine. It turns out he’s a very nice person who wont get me in trouble. We head into his car to take down my details but something overcomes the both of us and we can’t resist. We start having sex. I handcuff him to the seat and feed myself and him the donuts that he has sitting in the car.

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I work as a project manager for a construction company and as part of my role, I’m required to attend onsite meetings with other traders. Nine times out of ten, I’m the only woman in the room, which by default means that I have all the men’s attention. However, the dynamic shifts when another woman is in the room to where both of our attention is more drawn to each other, rather than evenly distributed amongst the other meeting attendees. My sexual orientation is bi, but I tend to lean more towards preferring women. At times, I’ve fantasized of taking those exchanges as an invitation to initiate a sexual exchange… something like the two of us “getting lost” on the group walk-through of the building, finding a corner and going at it. Something sweet, slightly clumsy & fun (having to take off all our safety equipment), and yet intense; driven by passion and the rush of possibly getting caught.

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It’s a Sunday afternoon and I’ve been invited to an erotic performance. The show begins with a Military looking man, who’s supposed to be a chief flight steward. Somewhere in the middle of the audience, a girl starts rubbing her body. Within a minute or two, she reaches down to her crotch and the performance begins. Suddenly, we’re seated in Traverse, as the action between steward and passenger begins to heat up. But then, I discover that this performance is catered, as a girl brings a tray featuring  hors d’oeuvres and slices of cheesecake, gateau and chocolatey deliciousness. I’m given one of the chocolate slices and a fork. Suddenly, the world around me disappears.

Enraptured in cake, I don’t notice that the first row are now fondling themselves, eager to join in with the experience. Lost in sweet ganache, with the merest hint of saltiness, I am oblivious as the central event reaches fever pitch, steward and passenger moaning and panting, as he enters her. Overwhelmed by the buttery biscuit base, the electricity of eroticism goes right over my head, as I come to the last two bites.

And just like that, I’m done.

All of a sudden (to my eyes at least), I’m in the middle of an orgy. The atmosphere has overwhelmed almost everyone by now. So I wipe my mouth, unzip my trousers and am soon enough invited to the party. But that’s another story…

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I have always been fascinated with space journeys and weightlessness ever since I can remember.
I always wondered what it’s like when your body feels absolutely no weight.
What it’s like to travel freely through the air. Space agencies like NASA have been examining the influence of lack of gravity on the human body, but nobody’s done any research into sex in space. No astronaut has ever admitted to having sex in space.
It’s time to end this! I volunteer to go on the first sex journey into outer space. We will document and explore all possible anti-gravity positions and galactic sex mysteries. I volunteer in the name of humanity and education! I will become an sextronaut!

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Like a lot of twenty-something women, I love going out dancing with my friends. A bunch of us, out nightclubbing, and grabbing a greasy kebab at the end of the night when we’re super drunk and hungry. This one fantasy I have though, (and I would LOVE to see it in film….) combines hungry-ness and horni-ness… so it’s the end of the night and we go into a kebab shop, and the guy behind the counter is so fucking cute. So we ask when he’s finished and he says “in half an hour”, so we order a kebab each and sit and watch him and wait for him to finish. And when he’s done, he turns out the lights and locks the door, and we fuck on top of the tables! Me and my best girl friends, surrounded by greasy, delicious food and sex. And afterwards he makes us chips to take home. Does everyone feel super hungry when they’re horny?!

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This begins as an every day story. A bunch of friends having some drinks at a bar.
One of the girls in the group is on the look out for some fun and she notices an interesting guy across the bar.
There’s something special about this guy, something unrecognizable but enticing. After some intense eye contact and some dancing, they find themselves drawn to each other by inevitable attraction.

I doesn’t take long for them to leave together and hook up. But when they do, she’s faced with a surprise. She tries to reach down for his crotch but there’s nothing to grab… just a clit and to rub and a vagina to finger!

“I’ve never eaten someone out before…” she says. “Oh well… who cares? Just a handsome guy with a pussy.”

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Our daughter started 1st grade in a new school in Brooklyn a few months ago.

There is this particular couple whose kid is getting along very well with our kid, and they are pretty cool and very attractive. We’ve heard from other parents that they are a power couple here in NY, he is a talented architect and she is a fashion designer.

Is it weird that I’m having sexual fantasies with them? Is it weird that last week I decided to act on those feelings and somehow got myself an invitation to their place?

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There’s nothing like a spicy food to spice up the moment. I’m preparing a dish with the key ingredient being chili pepper. My girl offers to chop the pepper for me. She doesn’t wash her hands after, though. Cooking and eating together is such a joy and a turn-on for both of us that we soon leave the dishes and start undressing each other. We kiss and caress each other until she pushes me away, lays on her back, spreads the legs and starts rubbing her lovely pussy. She stops after a little while as she feels like she’s burning. That’s the chili and it’s getting really hot between her legs! I can’t help but taste her red hot chili pussy with my tongue, trying both to give her pleasure and lick off the hotness. Saliva is effective for pleasure, not so much in cooling. We don’t have anything else at home that could help, but maybe my cum will do? One way to find out…

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I want to have an orgy. It will be wild, savage, crazy, and chaotic sex with lots of people in every way imaginable, in the middle of an old punk-rock club. But this orgy will not be (just) for pleasure. It will have a purpose.
That purpose is to give a middle finger to all people out there trying to regulate my own, others’, everyone’s sexuality. I want every political, religious, or societal leader who tries to govern people’s bedroom to be forced to watch our orgy, while every one of us participants has one middle finger pointed at them, in angry defiance, fierce resistance, and limitless lust.
We show them our middle fingers while we touch, massage, kiss, lick, suck, and penetrate each other’s bodies, while we drivel, spit, ejaculate, receive, and swallow. They are forced to watch as we feel and are felt, as we take and are taken, as we please and are pleasured, as we fuck and are fucked.
Our arms and hands may quiver and waver as we move, spread, and bend over, and as orgasms shake and rock our bodies. But our fingers remain raised and pointed at all those who seek to control our bodies, our behavior, our thoughts, and our desires. Every one of our horny moans and breathless climactic screams is a `Fuck You’ to them.

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In my day job, I am a flight instructor in the military. I teach individuals how to fly and I often ask them, “what is natural about people flying?” As my students search their mind for a possible way that it is, they often reply somewhat quizzically with, “it’s not natural”. To which I reply, “Exactly. Humans have zero instinct that is useful in flying – we are wholeheartedly land-based creatures. So we have to make up for lack of instinct by building habit patterns.” This includes personal study, memorization of limitations and procedures, practicing radio calls with others, using simulators and discussing what will happen during flying for as much time as we actually go flying, going flying with an instructor watching and guiding your every move, and then talking again about what happened during the flight and how to improve the next time. And this focuses not on only how to fly one plane, but on how to communicate and coordinate your movements with other aircraft. All of this is not to learn to prevent failure, as learning an unnatural task is fraught with failure, but this is an exercise in learning from failure.

While copulating and pro-creating are decidedly natural and instinctively aided actions, building a healthy and enduring relationship with another individual is decidedly not. We must make up for lack of instinct by building habit patterns. I wish there was a school for relationships that helped individuals and couples alike build healthy relationship habits – that provide reading material, lectures, practice exercises, simulators, individual sexual events with an instructor, guiding and coaching your movements and debriefing what happened. Eventually moving to couples and group sexual events with instructors to help individuals learn from their relational and sexual missteps.

While this sounds intimidating, awkward and mechanical, the reality is that any pilot will tell you that learning to fly is just that – and I have a hunch that sex is no different and would benefit from concerted development.

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I have always loved both women and men. Recently I started seeing a beautiful girl who has a boyfriend who knows about us. However, he has never met me. I have his phone number though which she gave me. Whenever we see each other and have amazing sex, I text him and tell him how much of fantastic time I had fucking his girlfriend. I usually wait until I know he is the office at work. Knowing that he is desperate to be part of our lesbian affair and it will turn him on at work but he won’t be able to do anything about it but fantasize. Soon enough I know he will crumble and join us, until then we all get great pleasure out of teasing him with our exploits

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I have this fantasy where my husband and I have a weekend getaway where we want to rekindle our sex life by using the drug Ecstasy like we did back in college. It starts off with a friend of mine, who is into the Burning Man Festival lifestyle, refers us to a local friend near our hotel, who will deliver the drug. I love my husband and want to make it extra special so I do my makeup very sexy and surprise him with sensual lingerie while we wait for the delivery. When the delivery man knocks, I quickly don my robe and invite him in. He is a very nice, handsome black man who is well muscled and it turns out that he and I have a lot in common with our past. As we are chatting, my husband excuses himself to use the rest room (sometimes the drug will make you do that) while our guest and I continue our amazing conversation. As soon as my husband closes the bathroom door, the drug takes hold of me and I begin kissing our surprised guest. My husband and I are both of Asian decent so the contrast of my size and skin color to our guest is very erotic to me. Soon, I want to taste him and hear him moan so I move down to unzip his pants and place him in my mouth. Having the power to control such a large man with just my mouth is a huge turn on for me and it is not long before I want more and climb into his lap. I do not let him enter me yet but I enjoy kissing his thick dark lips and moving my sex up and down on his powerful shaft. As we rub our sex together, I notice the bathroom door is slightly ajar and dark. My husband must be watching his wife have sex with another man and does nothing. It turns me on. I can no longer control myself at this point and I raise my hips to push him into me. It is like heaven to be filled with his manhood as I slowly work my way down his shaft. As our hips meet, I kiss him deeply, passionately sucking his tongue into my lips. It is not long before he tells me he is about to cum, I ignore his warning as I feel my own climax approach.I hear him moan as he releases his seed into me and I throw my head back in Ecstasy.

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