Explore your deepest and most intimate desires with Secret Desires Revealed. This category is all about sharing your most profound secrets, fantasies, and aspirations. From the sweet and romantic to the kinky and explicit, this category is the perfect place to open up and be yourself.

At Least I'm Not A Virgin

After college several of us moved to the Big City where all the action happened. I lived with three other women, all school friends. We talked a lot about getting laid, but no one did, we weren't lucky. Months passed and a year passed and everyone was still a virgin. We talked about the need to just get some drunk guy to screw us. And then the talk turned to why didn't we screw each other. What was wrong with that, at least we could have sex, and not be ashamed masturbating with your roommate in the bed beside you. We set up a party, got the booze, the games, and set up the phones to record, plugged in so that they didn't run out of batteries. Everyone got naked.

Everyone started kissing, making out. Everyone played tits, and rubbed tits together. Everyone fingered a pussy. Everyone licked a vagina. Everyone licked a butthole. Everyone did everything, and we recorded it. In addition, there was a lot of sporting, showing off tits and ass and pussy.

We played the video, which had been edited and spliced from the various cameras and sat there with a dildo, unless we wanted to slip off the couch and eat some pussy. The thing is, no one is a lesbian.

I was at a bar and went to the ladies room and saw this woman with a strap on dildo. She asked me if I wanted a fuck. I didn't, but one girl took her up on it and they went into a stall. That was the closest I had come to a dick. And it was fake. My friends and I had a lot of drinks over that, we talked about buying a strop on, but who wanted a plastic dick, what we wanted was a real dick.

My dick came to me when I was spending a week at my parents for their 30th anniversary. I got fucked in the basement. It wasn't nice, it wasn't expected, it wasn't wanted. I know my sister walked in and then back off when she saw him fucking me. I went back to my friends and told them, I had finally broken the spell and I had been dicked.

We live in the Big City, we spent a week in Greece this summer, four girls, three of them virgins. We didn't have some cute Greek come by, we didn't even have some old man come by. We went to Greece and came home empty. My sister says that the guy that fucked me wants to know when I'm going to be back in town. I guess if I want dick, then I know where to go. I just don't know if it is worth it.

  • Lesbian With Fantasies Of Men

    I'm a lesbian I always knew, but lately I have this regular fantasy of finding myself dancing in the club, men start watching me like hypnotized, and I start to get horny just by their glaze of desire over me. One of them slowly approaching, making me dance against him, and I'm so into it. I dance against him like I want it. He starts touching me softly over the close to the rhythm, then slowly touching under my dress. A lot of teasing, a lot of soft touches and rubbing here and there. Others keep looking, only at me. He starts kissing me, his tongue inside my mouth, we make up passionately. Then he leads me to kneel down, guiding my face to his pants. I make out with his pants over his crotch, I unzip it, then I make out with his underwear. Before I get to the real thing I turn the round, I shake it against him again, but this time, I stare at the others who keep watching me, almost hunger in their eyes by how intensely they stare at me. But I'm in control. I get f_cked rough in the floor to the rhythm of the song, all eyes on me. And I'm loving every second.

    The fantasy sometimes differs a little. Maybe I'm against the bar of the club, drinking casually, standing by looking towards the bar. Then some dude places himself just behind me, against me. Starts massaging my body like it's his. Proceeds to fuck me against the bar with my tight dress on, the music playing, no one gives a f2ck.
    Or in the bathroom of the club. But in this one I'm constantly being told how much of a s1lut I am, a lot of dirty talking, I'm f9cked like a doll and this one feels a little dirty given, ya know, that I'm in a bathroom. But I somehow still love it and I just want to be used and adored.

    Confession Stories Created Nasty Desire To Try My Son

    Reading sex stories took my fantasies to thoughts of mom having sex with son. Now I am feeling like such a bad nasty girl and not MOM. I now accept I may be it wrong but I do own the attraction to my son. I released the fear of rejection. I no longer want to be imprisoned and miss out on an opportunity of a life time. So right before bed last night I changed into a brand new never worn one piece lacy thin red see-through nightie. Then I wore my usual robe over it so not to appear as a stripper. However, as usual, I left the robe open. I yerned for my sons eyes to roam and admire me. And as usual, he was watching tv as I moved about to get the morning coffee ready and anything else I could think of to move about while trying to give him some oops peeks. My sons eyes were glued and piercing my body as he so tried not to stare. I had his attention so much that he was biting his twitching lips. It sent a jolt through me as I hotly moved to him. Now looking straight into his eyes, I leaned in and said good night followed by a soft moist kiss on his inviting lips. It turned out as a sex kiss that only further fueled my raging hormones. Without thinking I firvidly whispered a soft, "your missed shave looks great" into my own sons ear, leaving it with the tip of my tongue gently feeling the inner ear. As we seperated, my eyes moved to inspect his bulge. My hand quickly touched my pussy and confirmed my nighty was soaked. To not draw attention, I moved to gaze with half opened eyes into his eyes. It was though my son was in a trance, but mom too, so I softly said, "I love you", slowly standing, turning, and breathlessly drifting towards my bedroom knowing my son would be chasing me. But he didn't move and I was too hot think about anything other indulging in sexual pleasures. I now felt saved from the pent up love shyness I had created. My son could not help but hear my moans. Was he watching mom through the opened door? The notion set my rythm just right to be fucking my son. We were unprotected and mating so my son could relieve his tensions and shoot wad after wad inside moms pussy. I am confident this will happen. No longer am I willing to wait forever, but at the same time now I feel I am in the drivers seat, I need to slow down and edge a bit with this new hunger to tease my son more before our ultimate pleasing. I love this feel-good I am having about my son, so I plan to build just enough tension that my son gets so impassioned and almost begging that he rips teasing moms shirt off, pulls my panties down just enough to franticly force his stiff fat penis inside my hungry pussy. He goes deeper and deeper, pounding and pounding as our bodies grind against one anothers until my son is out of control and I feel his cock pulsing, twitching, and ejaculating sticky, slippery, wet sperm deep inside me. The excitement of having unprotected intercourse with my virgin son until he climaxed and inseminated mom gave me yet another orgasm. Just knowing I have my sons sperm inside me is gratifying.

  • Naked

    I have a daily fantasy where I'm in a college research study and I am required to be naked in front of a classroom full of students. The study involves me having to watch porn on a laptop while experimenting with different sex toys. The study is also being broadcast live on multiple websites that allow nudity so I could be watched by an unlimited number of people all over the world. Then three of the young female students come up to help me use the sex toys so my hands are free. Everyone has all their clothes on except me. I am completely naked and cannot have my clothes back for 24 hours because that's how long the research study lasts. It isn't long before I have a major orgasm in front of everybody. I get a huge cheer and do more experiments throughout the day and night. The next day it's the same type fantasy, but different people and different scenarios. I am always naked.

    Learning A New Language

    My mind swirls with all of the things I could ask of my Lover. He’s been around enough that nothing surprises him or turns him off. But I am shy to ask for things because I feel like I don’t know the language.

    How do I tell him that I want him to touch and rub my clit until I cum? That I want to cum with his mouth on me, hips bucking as I quiver in ecstasy? That I probably need something to loosen my brain up enough to completely let go?

    How do I tell him that I want him to take me roughly? To make me fight for an even stronger orgasm that can be achieved in the struggle. That slapping and biting stir my blood more, and I love it when he leaves a mark.

    That I’m curious about what could happen if he took one of my senses away. Would it be bliss or should I beware?

    That I’ve always wondered what it would be like to touch and be touched by a woman. Is it softer, like I expect? What is it like to feel her nipples stiffen under my tongue? To hear her gasp and sigh and know that I’m the reason she’s getting all wet between the legs.

    And what would it be like if I was the one with the cock?

    Darling, if you ever read this, my safe word is: Pineapple

  • She Wasn't Expecting Me Home

    This happened many years ago when my wife and I were in our early thirties. I work at a college where I design sets and lights for plays. Normally, when we were in the week leading up to opening, I was at work from the morning until late at night. On the production at the time, I had finished everything I needed to do earlier in the week. Around lunchtime one day I decided to surprise my wife by going home and taking her out to lunch. I heard something as soon as I walked into the door. I knew very well the sounds my wife made when having sex. She was louder than normal. We usually had to be quieter because our two boys were usually home. Since they were at school at the time, she could be as loud as she wanted. Still, i had never heard her be that vocal when she used her vibrator.

    I walked down the hallway toward the bedroom and rounded the corner through the open door. My wife was on her back on the bed with her head toward me at the end of the bed. The loud expletive came from the mouth of the black man I didn't know who was on top of her with his cock inside her. My wife twisted her head and looked back at me. Both of them scrambled as they separated in a flash. The guy reached back and pulled my pillow to cover his cock. My wife sat on her knees stammering for some way to explain her actions. I stepped toward the guy, stuck out my hand and introduced myself to him. He was slow to take my hand and tell me his name was Thomas. My action had silenced the excuses from my wife.

    I looked at her and explained that I had come home early to surprise her with a lunch date. I told her I didn't know I was going to get a show during lunch. She said she was sorry. I told her not to be. I said i had been having fantasy about her having sex with other men for years. I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Then i told her to please continue. I walked across the room and took my pants off before sitting in a chair facing the bed. She just looked at me for several seconds. Then she had Thomas lay down where she had been. She mounted him, and went at it while I stroked myself.

    i can't tell you how many times this happened over the years till right now. She took video of a lot of the ones I wasn't there for.