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So..I know this logically makes no sense...and obviously I wouldn't like this to happen in real life. But a couple of years ago I watched a movie called "teeth" (here's the wiki page if you are not familiar with it : link ) My response was odd..I was horrified and even actually kind of angry someone would make the movie because I totally perceived it as an anti-male movie. I also felt bad because even though I'm not a rapist or predator...there's guys in the film that get mutilated by her for just being jerks. I remember being a jerk to girls when I was younger (like middle school)...I matured and actually became very shy and disconnected from all girls...I have even gone to the other extreme..im always worried ill do something that a girl will find to be sexist or something...but I felt guilty when I was a jerk and kinda worried some girls back in the day probably would have liked to ger revenege on me of they got a chance...i never realized how angry women can be, and seeing girls cheer on Dawn (the girl) as hero, concerned me that I'm an object of hate..or was atleast..or might be in the future. BUT...at the same time...it REALLY turned me on...just like the idea that a girl can be sexually dangerous and at any moment could just like emasculate me and cause pain/humiliation...I can't explain why..it just does...and to be honest I'm a virgin and never had a girlfriend or actually even kissed a girl..and I have like this fetish for women's hatred and vengeance and really get aroused by it. but I also feel kinda dreadful about it. I watch "teeth", and other related clips from movies, other movies, or stories...I wonder if this is healthy or just crazy...what do you think? I do have this fetish but do feel dread about it too.
I'm turned on by the idea of penectomy/castration...is this healthy or do I need mental help?
I think the idea of sacrificing my manhood for the perverted pleasure of a hot 'goddess' is the sexiest fantasy, bar none. The idea of willingly placing my manhood up for her knife, knowing that the orgasm I'm about to have will be my last. The idea of being tempted into giving it up to her by my own arousal, she coos softly in my ear "if you promise to give me your cock I'll make it worth your while, I'll make this final orgasm the ultimate one" and wanting to hold back but at the same time being drawn into the heat of the fantasy. Gah. So exciting. My wife and I used to roleplay with rubber bands and a knife, getting me all huge and purple, and having her rub the cold steel against the root of my member, but she wasn't as into it as I needed her to be so we've kinda stopped playing that game. Still, she was kinda floored by the idea that I'd be so pleased to see her pleasured, could be so enraptured by the moment as to forget or sacrifice my sexual future, that I'd give up my penis. When were going at it and she's had hers and its starting to chafe, she brings up this fantasy to get me over the edge.
That school of thought is fairly common, you're on the extreme end of the spectrum granted, but it's a fairly decent sort of fetish. I'd say it was a paraphillia, because it comes from a psychological or emotional standpoint, yeah? Don't worry about it, anyway, it's healthy until you actually get castrated, but even then, it transcends healthy and becomes badass. I have a fetish for Russian Roulette, ahaha.
Well for starters I just want to say that it is unfair to place the burned of someone else's hurt on yourself. Yes there are a ton of angry, bitter women in the world. And yes a lot of them have a reason to be. However, this does not mean that you should fear them or be concerned about being yourself around them. At the same time it is not a reason to be a jerk. Just be yourself and if you find out that you have offended someone simply apologize and move on. As far as being turned on by dominate female sexual behavior, no it's not odd or strange. It is actually called sadomasochism in which men or women can be dominate. Dominate females are called dommes. Sigmund Freud said, "The only unnatural sexual behavior is none at all." I hope that helps.
I don't think you're crazy. Sounds like you may find S&M a pleasurable experience? You really don't have to worry about being perceived as sexist or whatever. if something a guy said offended me in any way I'd want to talk about it with him... and I feel like in that process I'd pretty easily figure out if you meant it or now. I think you'd probably find being in a sexual situation where the girl is dominant and you're submissive kind of exciting/arousing. it's a really common fetish, don't worry about it! as long as it's not like interfering with your life and daily interaction with women you're fine. if it's starting to affect your life maybe think about talking to a therapist or something? you sound pretty stressed out about this
ok well aside from the description of that movie scaring me, maybe your just submissive or something. and fantasies don't reflect life so I wouldn't worry to much.
It's a fantasy, and fantasies are for enjoying. As long as you don't slice yourself or do any permanent damage, knock yourself out. P.S.: I am POSITIVE that there are girls out there who plug in well with your kink. If you're open about your desires, I'm sure there's a pleasant surprise out there for you.
I have a strong desire to have the surgery. I'm three years post radical prostatectomy. My penis has atrophied and is useless. My testicles are also smaller and sore most of the time. I don't think having emasculation surgery has anything to do with being a male or a desire to be a female. I guess I just am past all the desire and want to be a gender neutral person. I doubt I will ever have the surgery as most health insurance won't cover it. So I'll keep the fantasy going.
I actually have the same fetish. That's all it is. Just a fetish. It's pretty much the only thing that gets me hard these days is the thought of a woman ruining my manhood. You just have to embrace it and learn to control it. I told my girlfriend all about it (after three years of dating) and she enjoys it and loves to threaten my package. She's not crazy or anything she just knows that I love it and wants to make me happy. Don't ever feel like a freak for having this fetish. It's a lot better than eating shit fetishes or stabbing yourself fetishes. But hey, there are women out there who are turned on by the thought of having their breasts ripped off or their clitoris' cut off. So never, ever feel strange about what gets the blood flowing down there. You sound like a smart young man with a lot of potential. Good luck.
If a guy is not having penetrative sex he does not have any need for a penis or testicles. The penis is not necessary for peeing; with a proper urethra reroute he can easily pee sitting and might even find that to be more pleasant and convenient.
It's amazing how close you can be to people who your sexuality encompasses but never be in love.
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it does thanks...it does kinda depress me too though...idk its an odd combination
i don't know if id equate it with submission..its more like a fantasy about demise...if that makes sense...i am stressed...i don't want to go on about its because I could like all day...but long story short...i feel bad about being male sometimes...well about being me...not like I want a sex change or anything...just bout failure and inferiority and stuff...
Same here, the girls I let know about my penectomy/castration fetish have played along and enjoyed making me happy. Lots of guys secretly enjoy this but most would never admit it for shame. Be yourself in whatever you do and you will be happier with life. Just be careful about actually cutting because unfortunately it’s not medically designed for that and you could hurt more than just your penis. Besides that, enjoy what makes you you!
Have you had the surgery? How did you pay for it.
@Rnbull1947 Have not had surgery but would if I could get my doctor to say that it was necessary. My wife would not agree otherwise.
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“God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.”
It was only supposed to be a meeting for coffee, to get to know each other before embarking on our journey of mutual discovery, a public meeting where nothing would happen apart from a shared hello and brief introduction to enable us to decide if we would share our journey or merely the stories behind our quest.
As I hurried towards our rendezvous my mind was calm, I had emptied it of all our pre meeting messaging and fantasies, determined not to put myself under any unnecessary pressure. As I parked an easy calmness came over me and I was confident I was doing the right thing. In the back of my mind I hoped that you were early but your message confirmed that I would have to endure a short wait. I found a comfortable seat where I could observe the world of the garden centre patron and at the same time scan for the orange bag you said you would be carrying.
At times my gaze was captivated by the female form only to be let down by the lack of appropriately coloured accessories. I was so consumed by the smorgasbord of possible carnal delights I failed to register that you had sent me another SMS. Suddenly I found myself so taken by one ravishing beauty that I failed to notice the orange flashes of the bag this woman was carrying. Fortunately the description of my altered hair colour was detailed enough that you instantly knew who I was and we were able to find each other.
We entered the café, but unable to find a suitable spot, you continued towards the rear of the garden centre before finding a comfortable bench in the shade. As I sat I savoured the view afforded by the plunging neckline of your halter top dress. We chatted as if we had known each other for years although in hindsight it seemed I may have monopolised the conversation. There were brief moments in the conversation where the silence was difficult and I was unsure if it was an indirect indication to become more physical however I resisted despite finding pathways that may lead to more private areas. I was determined to remain the perfect gentleman for as long as possible, a task that was becoming ever increasingly difficult. Regrettably and all too soon it was time to go our separate ways.
Our journey towards the exit revealed a myriad of opportunities for seclusion but I was still nervous enough that I was afraid to take charge, to push the boundaries of our new a fragile relationship.
We paused at the bottom of the stairs, you were blissfully unaware you were standing right next to me car and as we hugged farewell the cheeky schoolboy in me could not help himself and I managed to have a bit more of a feel of your wondrous curves that a gentleman normally should in public. You did not protest as I gently guided you until your back was resting against the side of my Ute and we had a modicum of privacy.
As we embraced and kissed I ran my hand up the outside of your leg before caressing the curves of your hips and the small of your back. You ground your pelvis into mine as our tongues performed their own merry dance. Seizing the opportunity, my fingers found their way past the edges of your undergarments to explore your womanhood.
The sound of footsteps descending the nearby steps bought us to our senses and we were able to adjust our attire before we embarrassed ourselves and the innocent travellers. I nervously unlocked my vehicle, unsure if I should be revealing my transport so soon to my new found friend. My momentary hesitation was soon dispelled as you jumped in the passenger seat.
Before I had a chance to question you shouted, “Drive, I’ll tell you where to go”. As I glanced towards the passenger seat I noticed your own hands were now where mine had just been, “Keep your eyes on the road and turn right at the lights” you commanded, “Then take the next right and find somewhere secluded” was the next direction. Soon I found I slightly overgrown bush track and engaged 4WD. We travelled over rocks and round trees for what felt like an eternity, my gaze firmly fixed on the road ahead. The noise of the traffic from the main road was like the drone of a cicada as our track opened into a clearing and a small beach beside the junction of a small creek and the river. We were minutes from the city but had own personal oasis free from the gaze of the outside world.
I parked my truck and opened your door, as you swung around in the seat you locked your legs round my body and pulled me close, our lips met and our bodies and minds became as one.
I broke your grasp long enough to retrieve a blanket from the rear of the cab and spread it on the soft ground nearby before returning to help you from the cab. Once again you locked your legs around me and I struggled momentarily to ease you from the seat without bashing your head on the frame of the door.
As I moved you to the blanket I was able to unfasten the top of your dress. I had found the passage to nirvana as I kissed you from your neck down to your creamy breasts and highly responsive nipples.
We knelt before each other and as I removed your dress you tugged my shirt free and released my belt. You pushed me backwards as you guided my jeans to my ankles before forcing my shoes from my feet. Kisses filled my senses as you slowly worked your way up my legs. I squirmed in anticipation of what was to come, but mid-thigh your assault ceased before your lips met mine as your hands caressed the back of my head and enveloped my nether regions simultaneously.
Suddenly you stood about me seductively running your hands over your body before you grabbed your panties and in one motion dragged them to your feet and cast them aside. You stood above me giving me a clear view of all your womanly charms before you dropped to your knees and tore my underpants from my legs. As you lowered your pelvis towards my face I played with your clitoris before showering it with gentle kisses.
I felt your mouth explore the area remodelled by the surgeon’s blade, the touch of your fingers and tongue becoming more and more intense. I responded in kind and we journeyed over unfamiliar terrain until my fingers found their target. You gasped sharply as a single digit found it mark, I paused, unsure of the way forward, but then you rolled on your side and begged me to continue. A second digit followed the first and then gently I tried a third then forth. Your moans became more intense as my entire hand became my substitute penis but then you shocked me as your own fingers found their mark. The feelings of surprise quickly turned to pleasure and an all too familiar sensation, which I had thought I would never again feel began to build. I let you know what was happening and you altered position ever so slightly. I could not determine you exact movements but all too soon my mind was monopolised by the eruption in my groin, so much so that I discontinued my incursions. Your joyful laughter caught my attention as you repositioned your body so that we were once again face to face. It was then that I saw you had done your best to swallow all of my emissions. As I went to wipe a splash from your nose your greedily sucked the fingers than moments ago had been deep inside you, before you mashed you mouth against mine, anxious that you share the flavours of our creativity with me.
I moved behind you, keen to cradle you in my arms and resume my exploration and soon my fingers had found their way back to former playground, however their target was slightly different to before although my intent was the same.
I started with just one finger and then two and found the spot I had been hoping to find. You leant back then moved forward to a kneeling position and I maintained my contact. You beg me not to stop as I increased speed and intensity and began exploring your arse with my free hand. I sense the increase in the speed of your breathing and slip a single finger slowly in your bum. You twitch and shudder as liquid sprays over my thighs, your breathing become random pants and gulps of air. We lose balance and collapse somewhat awkwardly in each other’s grip our sexual energy spent.
The heat of the day and our carnal pleasures had left us hot and sweaty and the cool waters of the nearby river looked far to inviting to ignore, you ran to the water’s edge before turning to splash me as I chased you to deeper water. Once again we embraced and feasted on each other’s nakedness, we had found a physical connection, the oneness of body but with a single purpose, to explore the boundaries of our sexuality.
As we dried ourselves and dressed there were no words spoken, only stolen glances broke our concentration as we travelled back to the café. I was unsure if the intensity of our first meeting would preclude further contact and the sisterly kiss you gave me as we went our separate ways only intensified the feeling.
Pangs of regret filled my heart as I journeyed home and as I entered the front door of my house my first thought was to email you an apology. I was surprised to find a message from you sitting in my inbox. Cautiously I opened it, and immediately my mind was calm as there typed below a photo of you i
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