Why do some women want to die in their fantasies?

[Bluestone]

Okay, here is a question directed mostly toward the female members here; although, comments are appreciated from anyone.

Why do some women want to die in their fantasies?

Being a man, I know why I fantasize about seeing beautiful women die, but I'm not quite sure that I understand the female fetish perspective. Is it related to the rape fantasy, or totally unrelated? Is it important that the killer be a handsome or hot guy? Any other perspectives would be appreciated.

Inquiring minds want to know.

Blue

[Dalila di Capri]

Hello Everyone,

I was waiting to let others post first, but since no one bit I am going so see if I can satrt this off.

Part of my love for this fantasy is an internal sexual thrill.

I have always liked the feel of having by belly prodded and poked.
When I would see a film wherein the woman is shot or stabbed in that area I would become very excited.

I would later play with my navel and imagine that I was that woman.

My televison viewing was very controlled when I was growing up, especially in terms of sexual material. Violence hower was usually left on a bit longer. I did have the opportunity to watch it and secretly enjoy that sexual thrill without my parents knowing about it.

For me the more glamorous the scene, and the sexier the woman the eaiser it was for me to relate to her. I always identified with the evil glamorous woman who got what she deserved in the end: A slow death by a stab or shot to the belly.

The actual thrill for me is not the point of death, but the act of dying itself.

I want to be wounded so that I can die slowly and enjoy the deep low ache and pressure of the wound. The bloodier and more extreme the wound the more excited I become.

Later when I left home and was on my own I had the benefit of being able to watch films that combined sex and violence. My favorites are one wherein the female victim is speard to her male lover, or is wounded in the belly somehow in mid coitus.

I have one ultimate fantasy that is impossible, but it is my all time favorite:

I would love to be making love to someone whose cock would burst out of me while I reach orgasm.

In my mind's eye I am laying on a bed sideways and he is behind me. We are in front of a mirror

His cock grows larger and larger in my belly. It aches and I come over and over. I grab my gut because the pain and pleasure have merged. My eyes bulge, my mouth stretches wide, but the corners of my lips are smiling.

One more deep thrust and his cock is sticking out of my belly button.

I come and shake over and over. Blood and guts burst from the wound and out of my mouth at the same time.

I am a quivering mass of flesh, still alive but just on the verge of death.

My lover is so turned on that he contiunes to come. He never loses his massive erection.
I too am (as I once said in one of my films) too turned on to die.

I know the above fantasy to be impossible, but variations upon it, all involving either being shot or stabbed in the belly, or gutted, all play in my mind eveytime I make love.

I try to bring this to you when I play my death scenes.

That is why my characters are so bad. They are bad enough to deserve an extreme death, and sexually excited enough to enjoy that death as the ulitmate sexual experience.

I am equally turned on by the idea of doing that to another sexy woman.

For those of you who know my films I am really acting out what I feel in my libido.

baci