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“I want you to grab my hair while we’re doing it, and just pull it back, hard, oh god, pull it, pull it, oh god!”

“I want you to slap my butt, slap it, until it leaves marks, oh god, spank me!”

I had a casual bird once, who surprised me, a wee bit, and women don’t tend to shock me anymore, I mean, you’re all crazy. Not as crazy as men, but crazy enough.
She said that her sexual fantasy was to be raped by several men.
Not for real, not for it to happen, but it left me a bit limp between the legs.
How the hell do you accommodate, in manner, wisdom or in action?

OK, it’s one thing to maltreat, and act the swine, and let’s not even talk about committing crime any further, and that’s not what she was on about.

It’s a very odd thing that someone would want to be treated almost abusive. That it turns them on, an act of lust and great emotions, they want to be… told, controlled! And yet it isn’t odd at all. Is it? It’s a turn on, isn’t it? To have a master man tell you, in a polite, still very pushy way, what you should do, and what you’re allowed to do, and what not.

Oh, I can enjoy being the boss, the kind boss, mind, but the boss.

I have fantasies, but not very…. Munchausen sort of fantasies.
I’m quite common, I.
Don't have fantasies of the Willy Wonka kind of smorgasbord sexing.
Does that make me odd?
Of course, it’s not like I’ve just peasant mounted the ones I’ve been with, there’s been things they asked or hinted at, which I did, and there’s been blindfolds and other stuff, to build excitement or add something new, but I really don’t have any fantasy myself.
Is that strange?
I don’t think so.

In almost all relationships lasting more than a one night stand and a reprise to add, I’ve been asked what my sexual fantasy is, what really, really turns me on.
When I said, in all honesty, sincerely, that I really don’t have any sci-fi measured fantasies, that it’s just “this”, simply “being with you”, “here”, that’s it, I often got a strange look. As if I had to be into some weird machine rotating about my scrotum sexing.

I do have fantasies, but I’m not going to tell you here.
I’ve already told you one, stewardesses, and one more…
….oh, crap, I’m a true mystery, isn’t I?

Honestly, sincerely, my biggest turn-on, what will get the cog-wheels of my things between my thigh turn up a notch the most, it’s when I get a woman to moan out of pleasure.

Really!

I have no greater thing turning me on.
And, I’m quite good at getting her turned on, because that’s what I aim for.

That’s the number one turn on, the one getting my blood pump throughout the veins in excitement more than anything else. When I can get her to that phase - and nature’s been quite kind and allowed me to get there often enough – where she shivers out of excitement.

It is THE one most beautiful, brilliant, great thing I know.
Hey, if I hear that, I come in my pants like a first wank in a first visit of a lad at a red light district.

Anyway, some women like it rough, many do. And women are complicated. They know exactly what they want, but not precisely. And us men, we are even more strange.