My Ideal Person:
Well what i am looking for is not a relationship or anything like that but just friends. I am free during the daytimes 9-5pm and really would like to have people over during this time to have some fun in my life.

To this end i found this site and would like to meet anyone that is older than thirty five and larger framed looks not really important beyond this.

Not after one night stands but i can understand this happening upon occasion if neither of us get on much.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
I have lots of Fantasies as does anyone some invlolve being taken out on a boat in the med and being wined and dined by a rich man all the way to being taken to a seedy club in the back streets and being gangbanged in the middle of the club with everyone watching.

1).
Walking late at night home through Dunstable after a few drinks with my friends i am approached by a group of lads on a night out having fun, we start talking and of course i flirt having had a few drinks i like flirting as is fun. But then all goes wrong and they start touching me where they are not meant to.

I try to stop it but deep down i do not want them to stop. They grab me and drag me down the nearby alley, i am told not to make any loud noise else they will hurt me. I try to scream and one of them slaps me hard in the face with his other clamps it over my mouth my lip bleeding from the slap I cannot help but remain silent. With tears streaming down my face i feel another hand up my skirt probing with his fingers. As it was a night out i am dressed as i usually do and soon he discovers i am not wearing underwear. Laughing he tells the others saying i am obviously a slut and want this because of the way i am dressed.

With this revelation some of the others that where hesitant because of what’s happening being viewed as a rape, relax and start to cheer on their friends to continue. At this point my feelings are running wild and i am scared silly (i imagine myself at this point being like a rabbit in headlights unable to move).

My coat and blouse are then ripped off and my skirt removed leaving me stark naked in front of them all. All the time they are touching prodding and poking me they then bend me over a rubbish bin and taking turns one after the other proceed to use me from behind, the first two cumming in me in minutes but the others taking their time, the last one then says to his friends that no way he is having a sloppy slut like that and proceeds to just push himself into my bottom hole, at this point i scream from the pain ( i am not experienced at that so i know it hurt's a lot), he stops me screaming by pulling my hair and clamping his other hand over my mouth. He takes his time but eventually like all the rest he cums deep inside me, they then clean themselves up and walk off laughing shouting back to me that anytime i want it again to come this way.

I get up slowly hurting all over and make my way slowly home, not telling anyone of my experience, praying that i am not pregnant from them. But a few days latter i start to fantasise about it again and wonder if i walk that way again they will be around.

2).
When I left the gym that February evening I felt that something was a little out of the ordinary. It wasn't so much the exercises of the day that had left me exhausted but i was definetly on the verge of hysteria over other worries. "My God, there are some idiots in that gym", I hissed as I pushed my way to the bus station.

The bus though crowded, was not packed to it's usual capacity and for once I got a seat. Pulling a magaizine out of my bag I settle down to read it. However, I keep having a sensation of being watched. A casual glance around the other passengers reveals nothing unusual.

A couple of older guys in suits give me the usual once up and down before returning to their copies of The Telegraph and FT. Nothing out of the ordinary there, settling down I start to read the magazine again.

The bus stops and restarts through several stations. The crowd changes as people get on and off. Still, I have that prickling, hot back of the neck feeling that someone is paying more than casual interest in me. 10 stops later and it's time to leave the bus and struggle through the darkened streets and home.

It's cold and damp. A typical Dunstable winter evening, I pull the collar of my coat around my face and push out of the bus station and into the dark. That sensation returns, I do not feel alone on the darkened street. Turning to cross the road I get the chance to look back. There are a couple of people further down the street, but walking away from me.

Very strange sensations of mild panic and arousement mix within me as I turn the last corner towards My home. All the windows are dark i am the first home as usual. Looking at my watch it is only five thirty another two hours or more before my boyfriend returns. Bag, keys, unlock. I have the door just opened when I am suddenly aware of someone standing very close behind me.

A gloved hand covers my mouth, I bite instinctively, but the material is too thick to get any purchase. Strong hands push me inside, ripping the key out of the lock as I get bundled inside.

Before I can fully recover my senses, I realise that there are two large built figures smelling of cigarettes the cold and the damp they push me into the lounge. Fright sets in and I freeze there. One figure holds me while I am aware of the other moving about the place, searching... "In here!" he hisses.

I get bundled into the bedroom. A rough blindfold is over my eyes before I can struggle free. Then a gag is stuffed into my mouth. I feel, first my coat and then my jacket being removed. I am expecting them to be ripped off, but they take their time with this. With a rip my blouse is torn off, I hear buttons pinging off and hitting distant hard objects. My bra and skirt follow. He pushes me onto the bed. Other hands grasp my wrists and force them above my head.

The tension of material binds my wrists. Weakly I lash out with my feet trying to hit the invisible targets. Strong hands pull my tights, ripping the delicate fabric. Squirming in terror I feel the same hands pull my knickers off, the elastic snapping with a sound so loud in comparison to all the others. There is a moment of stillness.

Although blinded I am fully aware of my nakedness. The men say nothing. All I hear is their breathing. I feel my ankles being held tightly. Then an ungloved hand touches my stomach, tracing a line up to my breast. It feels like an electric shock. I gasp through the gag as My nipples are teased and pinched.

There comes the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. The gentle whine of an electric motor, confused at first, then realisation as I recognise the familiar buzz of my own vibrator. It touches my breasts and nipples. I struggle and squirm. The hands holding my ankles tense as my legs get roughly pulled apart. The familiar buzz is between my legs teasing me.

Unable to help it, my body reacts. I feel the familiar hotness welling up from deep within me. Then the vibrator is roughly pushed inside me. Feeling someone I know not who, doing this to me causes an overload to my nerve endings. Unable to control myself I start to get wet. Dreamlike, I begin to surrender to its caresses. I draw my breath more deeply and begin to move in rhythm with the motion of the vibrator inside me.

Another bolt of nervous electricity hits me as I feel hot breath on my clitoris and the gentle flickering of a tongue exploring. I get hotter and wetter with each stroke. "Turn her over", the whisper sounds like a gunshot in the room. Hands grab and twist me.

Panic again grips me as I realise that I am now spread face down on the bed, My legs still held firm. The bulk of a man close behind me, then with no warning he enters me. Pushing his cock hard into my pussy. My mind is in panic, but My body welcomes it. He pushes hard within me.

Involuntarily I move a little to match his rhythm. All too soon, I feel him tense and come, shooting a hot warm liquid into me.

Disappointment? Movement? I am entered again. It's the other man. Despite My pussy being full of cum, he finds it difficult to enter me. I gasp as he fills me. He grunts as he gets his cock into me. He pushes so hard the first few strokes I feel I am splitting. He then fucks me for what seems an age, and then pulls out.

Shock, as he rubs his cock up and down my bottom crack. God no he wants to fuck me there as well, struggling yet again I still find myself firmly held down. Then all I know is pain as he enters me tears flow down my face beneath the blindfold, but covered in his friends cum he is soon able to lubricate his cock into the tight passage. No more gentle than he was before, he fucks my bum and soon comes.

My sensitive anus feels his cock stiffen and the heat of his cum fills me. Exhausted, there is now silence. I lie on the bed gasping for air. The silence is broken by the click of the lock as the door gently closes....

(These are a couple of my Fantasies and I am not sure how i would react if it happened but i would not i know going crying rape afterwards if it did. I do belive that if i have excited someone enough even if unintentional to do this then they have every right to do it, maybe this nieve thinking on my part but i am trying to be honest on my thoughts on the subject).

What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A dark back alley

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Light Bondage, Spanking, Threesomes, Food Play, Participating in Erotic Photography, Handcuffs/Shackles, Blindfolds

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
Antonio Banderas just look at him on the screen i think i do not need to say anything more.

Have you ever had cybersex?:
No way. I only want skin on skin.

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