What are your silly and unrealistic fantasies?

[RorySub]

I had a bit of a search for a thread similar to this but couldn’t find anything so hopefully it’s ok to start a new one.

I’d love to know what everyone’s ridiculous, unobtainable fantasise are. It could be something completely unrealistic that would never happen in the real world, or something that is possible, but for one reason or another you know will never happen to you. I have so many that have piled up in my mind over the years, I can start off with a few of them.

Sentenced to nudity: I had this fantasy going back years about being punished (ideally for a crime that I didn’t commit) and the penalty is to be permanently naked. My clothes are all confiscated, but I still have to go about my daily life, going to school, to work, to the shops, seeing friends and family, all while completely bare naked. Having everyone I’ve ever known getting to see me completely exposed and vulnerable and taken down a peg by society.

Helping out a friend’s small business: in this scenario a male friend is starting up a small business selling either swimwear or lingerie and my husband convinced me reluctantly to model for his website to help him out. The outfits that were modelling slowly get progressively more revealing until I end up modelling just a necklace, bracelet or choker whilst completely naked. The pictures are all published on go website’s online store for any shoppers or anyone that I know to see

Unwilling teacher model: I’m a professor at a college or university and a nude model is required for an art class or a biology lecture. They’ve cancelled last minute and I’m pressured by my colleagues and superiors to stand in. I have to go naked in front of all of my students while they intimately examine me and critique my body, taking pictures, laughing, joking. Afterwards they decide that it’s better for morale if I stay employed as a nude teacher (with a demotion for added salt in the wound).

I have dozens more of these if there is any interest but I’d love to hear of anyone else’s silly, outlandish or absurd fantasies if you’re happy to share

[allthatjazz]

I like the way you think! I'd love to learn more about what goes on in your mind.

[wryth]

these are lovely, thank you

[piecenick]

When I was a young curious teen, I rigged up a mirror so that I could spy on my sister and her best friend when they changed clothes. It worked pretty well until it didn't and they caught me. It was against the kid code to rat out to parents, so they made me get naked for them, it wasn't as lewd as it sounds, they were more interested in embarrassing me than anything. It did give me a boner when they did that.

So my unrealistic fantasy is being exposed like that to two women and having them tease me until I cum, preferably no sisters involved. LOL.

[Erii]

Invent a time machine. Me and my wife then go back in time to visit out younger selves at various points in our relationship and talk them into having a fourway. If we were really organised we could then go back to the same point again and again and have a massive orgy with ourselves.

Might be slightly unrealistic this one :-)

[pantiesandbush]

I want to knock up my wife, her sister, her cousin, and her mom within the same week.

[scienceistasty]

My big ones are:

Duped into playing a strip game with a cabal of gorgeous women who have absolutely rigged it and I'm left naked and at their mercy in short order. They then spend the foreseeable future (and possibly beyond) teasing and taking advantage of my undressed state.

Arriving in a foreign country (in my head, somewhere in the south of France but any country with rustic villages and astounding natural beauty) to stay with my extremely sexy penpal. Upon my arrival, she immediately immerses me in a series of unobscure customs (that she made up) that all seem to require me offering my clothing to her as gifts. The last custom is that it's on the guest to provide entertainment to the host and she makes me get off for her- she gives me a moment to clean up before informing me that we're running late for our reservation in the village! No time to get dressed, not that any of my clothes belong to me anyways. She attempts to assuage my nudity centric anxieties that this isn't America, nudity is perfectly fine and that I'll be quite popular with the local women.

The last is that I've been locked out of my hotel room in nothing but a towel and encounter an absolute sexpot of a lady (employee or guest) who at first appears sympathetic to my plight, but gradually asks more and more probing questions about if I feel excited to be covered and yet so tantalizing close to being naked. She offers to get me a new key and spare me the embarrassment of having to go down to the front desk, but a "if you give a mouse a cookie" situation quickly unfolds. First it's a flash, then she wants me to give her the towel, and then finally I need to cum for her. She takes the towel and gets in the elevator and says she'll see me downstairs if I want the key.

[Marathon666]

One I often roleplay in my head is playing a strip game with my wife and a specific set of two couples we are friends with. We don’t all hang out as a group of six. One of the couples is introverted so we usually see them separately. In my fantasy as an icebreaker I suggest a drinking and stripping game. By the end of it we are all naked and drunk and a bit loose and just stay that way. Getting to see my friends wives fully nude and watching them ogle my wife would be so arousing. Of course this won’t happen so the orgy that follows would be out of the question.

[mustardseed]

Helping out a friend’s small business: in this scenario a male friend is starting up a small business selling either swimwear or lingerie and my husband convinced me reluctantly to model for his website to help him out. The outfits that were modelling slowly get progressively more revealing until I end up modelling just a necklace, bracelet or choker whilst completely naked. The pictures are all published on go website’s online store for any shoppers or anyone that I know to see
[/QUOTE]

That's a very hot one! One of my faves. I always wonder when you look at some of the extreme bikini and jewellery sellers like Dubio if those models intended to end the session in those suits, or they worked up to it. What do their husbands think of it? I would love it if my wife was showing it for "modelling".. Is it a turn on for them too? Must be!!
I remember years ago a straight laced catholic phillipeno girl I was roleplay sexting with lots we would talk about this exact fantasy, coming in for a modeling job and it's at a lingerie company. She would get so turned on as we got sexier from robes to bra and panties down to quarter shelf bra's fully exposted, and crotchless panties. Keep pushing the envelope, from her thinking she wouldn't have to pull the panties open, to now pulling it apart, and then having close up photos taken of her, and the photog needing a more intimate show, using his finger to get some juice to pull outside to rub all over for a more genuine glistening soaked pussy. She loved having no choice but to let this all continue!

[Gee_Star]

Some people say that print media is dying, but I disagree. One Click Chicks was founded as an internet forum in 2004, and the magazine was always an afterthought, just a separate entity with the sole focus of bringing in extra income for the forum. In the late summer of 2022, I asked our site's admin if I could take control of the magazine, and he agreed, but he also made the argument "Print media is dying; son, I'm not sure there's much you can do with it now, so have at it".

Immediately, I sought to change the identity of the magazine; no longer would it be used as a giant advertisement for the big porn studios. It's now going to feature what OCC does best: real, relatable amateurs with consistent nudity on the covers, explicit photoshoots, and honest interviews with real women talking about their bodies, sex, and fantasies. OCC Magazine will feature real girls next door, with no consideration given to age, race, or weight.

The magazine quickly became a hit; the first issue sold nearly 400,000 copies, and readers were instantly hooked at the sight of a very naked but very relatable suburban housewife on the cover. Her candid interview about life and sex made readers clamor for the next issue, and success comes quickly. By the start of 2023, the magazine had a circulation of nearly 3.5 million, with a reach of 40 million across other platforms. Its main selling point is that readers can open the magazine on any given month and see a friend, co-worker, neighbor, a relative, a fellow church member, or even a spouse completely naked on the cover and completely naked in the pages while giving a candid and open interview about life, love, sex, and fantasy.

Due to the magazine's popularity, women constantly send emails, letters, and calls inquiring about being in the magazine. Casting calls are held all over the United States, Canada, the UK, and Australia. It's just so many women, and the backlog is huge.

One day I was at my desk, proofreading an interview and editing it for length and clarity, when my secretary informed me that a couple was here to see me. I immediately asked her to schedule them for next week as I really needed to finish this work, but she claimed that the wife had become quite unruly and would not leave. I then asked my secretary to send them to my office. A few moments later, I get a knock on my door, and before me stands a middle aged caucasian woman with light-colored hair, in a royal blue blazer, white blouse, royal blue mid-thigh skirt, and black stiletto heels.

"Good morning, please come in." I motion to the woman and her husband, but she turns to her husband and says sternly, "Sit," and he remains seated while she walks in. He and I both share an uneasy look. I walk into my office and offer her a seat while I return to the desk. "So, what can I do for you?" She crosses her legs, looks at me rather sarcastically, and says, "Why the hell would I be here? It's not 1978, so I'm sure you're not hiring a typist," and continues, "I've sent you letters, emails, and photos," yet I've never gotten a response. Is there something wrong with me?"

And I took her and said, "Absolutely not; you're quite sexy and generally just what we're looking for." Then she said, "Then why did it take me flying all the way from the UK to get your attention?"

I then said, "It doesn't sound like Mitt Romney, but I literally have binder full of women. Here are women who've submitted their pictures for consideration, and here's another binder of women who've been offered photoshoots and covers. The backlog is immense, and it takes time."

She then stands, her heels clicking on the floor, and comes to my desk, pointing her red manicured finger in my face, looking me in the eye, and saying, "I think you're full of shit; this whole magazine is full of shit; you talk about real, relatable women, but here I am, and you won't even give me a shot". I respond, "I've given you clear evidence that we have a huge backlog of women." I begin to flip through the binder, "Here's the "H" section for Helen, and here's the pictures you submitted—very impressive, if I must say," and I continue, "This is proof that I've seen your pics, liked your pics, and will at some point offer you a spot in the magazine."

Still quite angry, she says, "You're a fucking liar; I've been a subscriber since day one; I was importing the magazine before you started publishing it in the UK; you obviously have your favorites." She continues "You've given multiple covers to Jeanne because Harry has given you permission to fuck her; Harry alluded to it in an interview in the February 2023 edition" She goes on to say "Claudia let it slip on Twitter, that you and her have sex in your office rather consistently" and finally "The multi-issue "Breeding Series"*with Mrs. Harchunter is just a way for you to fuck her and have ready-made content for the magazine".

I respond, "We work in a sexually charged environment; things happen, and I see naked women daily. While I maintain my professionalism, we are still human". She responds, "That's understandable, but how can one be sure you are being fair to women who aren't willing to have sex with you?" I say, "You named four women; hundreds have made the magazine, and hundreds more are currently waiting; I'm more than fair when it comes to the magazine."

She pounds the desk, points her finger at me again, and says, "You're fucking lair." She stands up and says, "Helen, it's time for you to leave; my patience is running thin." Helen then says "I'm not going anywhere until I have assurances that I'll be in the magazine before the end of the year" and I respond "At this point, if you don't leave, you'll never make the magazine".

I stand up and begin to walk towards the door to have Helen leave, but she blocks me and begins pointing her finger into my chest, demanding to be put in the magazine. At this point, my patience has run out, and I take Helen and forcefully bend her over the desk. "Helen, I've gotten tired of this shit; I've treated you with respect; I've given you proof of what goes on around here and answered all of your questions; yet you still speak to me in a disrespectful manner".

I pin Helen's arms behind her back while she squirms and gives her firm smack on her ass, moaning with each smack. "This skirt's material is amazing; what is it?" while taunting her. I then reach down and begin raising the skirt over Helen's ass, revealing black lace thong pants. "This is your audition, Helen; you took a 9-hour flight to get here. I'm going to make sure it was worth it. Your interview starts now."

POP!, I give Helen another firm slap on her ass, her cheeks giggle, and she lets out a quick moan. I then open the binder and show her a picture of a buxom brunette from Texas. "Ok, you really want to be in this magazine; tell me why I should put you in this magazine over her." I give Helen another smack on the ass, and she attempts to talk, but every time she starts to speak, I smack her ass even harder. By now, Helen is a bit winded, and her ass has turned a shade of red.

I take my fingers and slip them gently in Helen's mouth, and I slip one in her pussycat. Helen is shocked, and her body shudders. Tell me about your sex life with Steve; tell me your fantasies." Helen struggles to share her hottest sexual moments with her husband as my fingers slip in and out of her wet, tight pussy. Helen begins to retell a fantasy that she's had for 25 years as I slip my thumb in her ass. She raises one leg as I push in deeper, and Helen struggles to share a naughty fantasy of a random man slipping into her bedroom and fucking her forcefully while Steve is away. I slip two fingers into Helen's pussy while driving my thumb deeper inside of her while I continuously ask her, "Are you as much of a sl*t as you claim to be?" My fingers are covered in Helen's juices, while my thumb has disappeared into her ass. Helen struggles to confirm that she is, in fact, as big of a sl*t as she has claimed to be. I take my fingers out of Helen's pussycat and place them gently between her lips and allow her to taste herself. Helen happily licks her juices clean off of my fingers, and I say to her, "I got something else you can suck on that's a tad bit bigger than my fingers." She smiles and responds "Does it have my juices on it?" and I respond "It can!".

I bend Helen over the desk again and slide her pants completely down, placing them in my pocket, sliding the head against her warm, wet pussy before slowly sliding inside of her. Helen exhales as I slip deeper inside of her, slowly thrusting into her slippery c*nt, building up our rhythm as I begin banging her harder and harder as she begins to let out louder moans and screams. "Who's sl*t are you?" she replies, "I'm your sl*t," and I continue thrusting into her wet British pussycat. My cock is now completely covered with Helen's juices, and they began to drip off of my testicles. I grab Helen's arm and pin it to her back, and I start thrusting even harder. "I'm about to cum," I exclaim as my body slams into Helen's, and I shoot a large load into Helen's pussycat, complete with multiple aftershocks. My cock slips out of Helen's pussycat, now filled with my cum. Helen moves to wipe herself. "No, leave it in," I reply as Helen turns and squats to taste her juices on my semi-limp cock. Her mouth is amazing, and she cleans my cock and balls with enthusiasm. "Wow, she really is an amazing sl*t wife," I think to myself.

Helen stands, wipes herself, and pulls her skirt back down before asking for her pants. "I'm going to keep these; the thought of you walking around now pantiless will give some inspiration for your photoshoot tomorrow" Helen's eyes widen, and she smiles "Really!" she says "Yes, be here tomorrow in a loose dress and slip, no bra or pants so that there are no creases in your body". Also, I'm going to publish the details of this trial in the magazine along with an interview.

The next day, Helen is interviewed and photographed for the magazine, posing in lingerie, with sex toys, and having sex with her husband Steve. I gave Steve the honor of shooting Helen's cover, completely naked, wearing high heels, with a crown on her head, a penis-shaped scepter in her hand, seated on an unseen man's lap with his cock in her pussycat. (I was the unseen man, and that was my cock.)

Helen's cover had the tagline, "Her Majesty, Helen, the Queen of sl*ts!" It was controversial for sure, but eventually it became one of our best-selling issues.