Exactly. I found this site due to research for my book I'm writing, but was drawn to it because of the sexual content. Well, first of all, he'd divorce me if he even knew I thought of sex with anyone other than him. But I do...constantly. It's my tortured little secret. I can think of hundreds of different scenarios with strange men in social situations, always ending up in some hotel room. It feeds me. I used to be Catholic until I started educating myself and learning not to feel guilty, which is prominent in the Catholic world. Reason why I finally learned how to masturbate at 46 and have my first ever orgasm. In my fantasies, these men give them to me. It's not my husband's fault. I've had 10 other sexual relationships before him, and have never had one with any of them. I feel like a sex maniac sometimes thanks to these thoughts. I sometimes think of women and I'm not gay. It's just the act. And they're usually forbidden scenes. The more forbidden, the more hot I get. It can be blissful. He knows I masturbate after we have sex (later), but he doesn't know the thoughts I have to get off. He still considers himself Catholic, but not me. Reason why I could never masturbate to begin with. I can wake up with these thoughts, forcing myself to stop them so I can get out of bed, have them going down to get coffee with a whole scenario playing out. It's crazy. I look around and wonder who else is like me. I have 3 kids, and jeez if they knew this about me...ugh. I hate it yet I don't. I'm a slave to my thoughts. I try to quiet my mind, meditate, but the truth is I like it. I'm always wet and dealing with horniness because of this insane thought process. My husband could slip his hand in my pants and I'm his. He likes that. Woke me up this morning doing just that.
Sorry about your molestation. It sucks, I know. Had oral sex given to me at 6 and have always been oogled by men my whole life. First boyfriend at 16 raped me, so now I like it rough. Not rough in the kinky sense but hard. My poor husband never kissed a girl until me. His family thought he'd be a priest. If they saw what he was doing to me on our third date, they'd call me a slut (not that they ever did that). Yeah, I'm in that same effed up boat.