People Share The Weirdest Sexual Requests Partners Have Ever Asked For

People Share The Weirdest Sexual Requests Partners Have Ever Asked For

Statistically speaking, as you get older you’re more likely to have had a larger number of sexual partners. Everyone’s different in the sack. We’re all built differently and we have different needs (and moves) between the sheets. So as we age and have sex with an inordinate amount of people we’re likely to encounter some funky ass requests from our partners.

Below, a bunch of people shared the weirdest sexual requests they’ve ever gotten from partners and many of these are almost too good to be true, but some are also too outlandish and specific to be made up. They’re all sexual in nature, so if reading these types of stories is considered NSFW for you then proceed with caution (via AskReddit):

My BF wanted to spice things up a bit, but didn’t really offer a lot of suggestions. So one night we were laying in bed watching tv, and I went to the kitchen. I thought the idea of something warm and squishy would be great – always thought food sex sounded fun.
I warmed up a large bowl of marshmallow Fluff in the microwave and got a big spoon. Went back to bed and sat quietly, until he looked over and said, “What’s that?” I took a spoon full of warm Fluff and dribbled it down my chest. He went to grab some, and I took a handful and splattered his chest with it also. It was a free-for-all.
We ended up with it everywhere, laughing our asses off. We rolled off the bed and onto the floor, me on top of him, the both of us giggling like idiots. Finally I lifted myself up – but OUCH – the warm Fluff had hardened a bit, and my boobs were stuck to his chest hair. OUCHCHCHCHCHCHC….. slowly trying to rip apart from him, as I pulled his hairs out. “AAAAAAAAAHH!” he screamed. We tried to roll to our sides…. but NOOOOOO his back hair was stuck to the carpet. He started screaming in pain.
It took a very, very, very long time to get unglued from each other and the carpet. We both had red welts on our skin, and he had noticeable bald spots on his chest and back. Never EVER again. Ever. Never.

Definitely the “f**k me with your pistol” request. It had to be a real gun because a fake gun wouldn’t be “real danger”. I declined because the first rule of gun safety is to not put guns in your girlfriend.

He wanted to fuck my face, and make me gag so hard I threw up on his dick. Then for me to spit the, uh, spit up in his face.
My reply was “we’re gonna have to work up to that one”

To spit in her face while I was fu**ing her. I mean, I did because I’m a gentleman. Pretty odd.

A guy wanted to eat out my asshole “until the sun came up” I honestly don’t get any type of feeling from this and it was boring as hell, and weird for me. I literally had to run from his room because he wouldn’t stop eating my asshole

Mid bone I was told to punch her in the face.
When I did not comply I was called a pussy.
I’m a pussy.

Once back when my girlfriend and I started dating we were out of lube, and things were getting a little too frictiony for comfort. Unfortunately I was pretty de hydrated at this point and my mouth was bone dry, so I asked her to spit in my hand so we could get back to it. What she heard though was “smell my hand” and so mid sex stops, smells it, and says “uhhh ya that smells like my vagina I guess”. When I stopped laughing I explained and then she started laughing and now we’re still dating almost 3 years later.

I was requested to spit in her mouth. While choking her.

I have a friend who used to be a Dominatrix… once she was paid $80 to meet a guy in a parking lot and point and laugh at him for five minutes.


To laugh into her mouth. Like, as if we were french kissing, but she opened her mouth wider and I laughed into it.

Anal. Not odd. I was down.
While fu**ing her, she demanded I pee inside her.
I suggested if she was serious we do it in the shower, for reasons. She opposed.
Went for it, she regretted not going to the shower.

Eat Wendy’s while fucking.

I was in a relationship for a time, with a guy, that liked me to wear a sports bra, and mens boxers while he fu**ed me in the bum.
He was quite open about the whole issues of gender, and he used to get annoyed if I didn’t dress in an overtly feminine way. He had an expression “dress like a boy, and I’ll fuck you like a boy”

I used to see a girl who really liked me fucking her while she was asleep. The way it worked is we would have sex once or twice like normal, she would fall asleep, and then I would either stay up and fuck her in the middle of the night or before she woke up in the morning. I was never sure if she actually slept through the first few minutes, or she was just faking being asleep because the fantasy turned her on.

To put my toes in her vagina. “I wanna know what it feels like.” This only happened once, and nothing about feet has ever come up since. We had a good run…

Fucking my ex with a bomb popsicle (the red, white, and blue ones)

A few.
Put your nose on my pu**y and sneeze. Girl would never tell me if she was serious or not.
After blowing me girls said she wanted me to be her side piece. Not all that weird I guess it just seemed odd at the time.

A guy I had been on 3-4 dates with left me a voice mail asking if I would dress up as a cat for him. He wanted me to fully act like a cat as well. Said, “I can’t wait to hear you purr.” He ended up dumping me for my best friend before I could dump him… juuuuust realized it’s probably cause she dressed as a sexy cat for Halloween that year…

Probably the guy who asked me to dress in a latex nun costume wearing a fake pregnancy belly. Or maybe that’s second to the guy who wanted me to stab him and drink the blood.
All depends on whether your definition of “oddest” is more on the whimsical-but-impractical side or the murdery-and-creepy side. Either way, I did not indulge either fantasy. I’m all for getting weird, but man, those were both a little beyond me.

Wear a cape
Cum on her face
Her Mom and Dad’s bed.
This last one a bet, but back in 2007 she bet me I couldn’t fuck her, get her off and install Windows XP on her PC all at the same time…. She was so very wrong, Windows XP was when multi tasking finally started to work properly.

Well I had a person ask to keep a rubber duck between us, so that it would squeak while we had sex.

I have some fairly pronounced jaw muscles, probably because I grind my teeth while I sleep? Anyways it would really turn my gf on when I would flex them. She would usually offer me a piece of gum before sexy time she liked it so much. She would send me nudes and I’d send videos of me chewing gum…

This chick wanted to be my slave. She would wear a collar, and leash, and just sit in the corner to be used. No cuddling, or she would leave. I was supposed to go about my day at home, and when I wanted pleasure I would call her, and she would do whatever I demanded. Mostly would just play games and get blown. Once I did the dishes and got a bj… My roommate was not happy. But the dishes were done.

This one’s long, but HOLY SHIT is it bizarre (and worth reading).

Having grown up with access to both the Internet and the slew of misinformation that it popularized, I spent most of my adolescence with the mistaken assumption that if one girl liked a particular thing, then all of them did. It was a monumentally stupid perspective… and one of which I wasn’t cured until I was about twenty years old, when I met a young woman who not only noticed my ineptitude, but made it her personal mission to cure me of it.
Needless to say, I was only too eager to accept her help.
The one problem with having a relationship (of any variety) that’s based on sex, though, is the fact that most of its content will be somewhat graphic in nature. The girl and I conversed almost exclusively about various positions, fetishes, tactics, and tricks, with our only deviations from those topics coming about when we were trying to plan another encounter. I didn’t mind, of course… but neither did I notice that she and I were abysmally bad at communicating with one another.
One evening, as we were discussing the prospect of spending the night together, the young woman made a suggestion to me. I had answered her phone call with my usual air of interest, only to have her immediately launch into a rather provocative proposal.
“I want,” she said to me, her breathing audible over the receiver, “to come over right now.”
“Sounds good!” I replied. “We can…”
“I want,” the girl interrupted, “to walk in, not say anything to each other, and go right to your bedroom.” I held my tongue that time, and she continued. “I want to yank off your pants, go down on you… and you’ll growl like a mouse.”
Now, that may seem like an odd request, but the young woman and I had been discussing the way that moans (and other vocalizations) could add to the atmosphere of arousal. I wasn’t entirely sure how a mouse was supposed to growl, mind you, but I figured that the idea was to make it seem like I was both submissive and satisfied.
It wasn’t long before I heard a knock at my door, rushed to open it, and found the girl waiting there with a hungry look in her eye. She stepped inside, pulled me toward my bedroom, then immediately set about removing my belt. I was naked below the waist only a second or two later, and allowing myself to be shoved backwards onto my bed.
As soon as the girl started in on her part of the plan, I threw myself into mine.
“Gweeeeeek!” I whimpered. “Hrrrrroooweeeeeek!”
With a look of utter incredulity on her face, the young woman stared up at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m, uh…” I stammered. “I’m growling like a mouse? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“On the phone!” I quickly explained. “You said you wanted me to growl like a mouse!”
“No, I definitely didn’t,” the girl replied.
Panic gripped me for a moment. Had I been tricked by someone masquerading as my partner in casual sex? If so, how had they known that she’d be showing up?
“Okay, well…” I said, hoping to salvage the situation, “what did you want?”
The young woman kept staring at me for a moment, then burst out into uncontrollable laughter. “I wanted,” she sputtered, tears of mirth coming to her eyes, “to come over here, avoid talking, go down on you, and have you grow in my mouth!”
Fortunately, we were both able to laugh off the situation and have an otherwise enjoyable evening… but for the rest of the time that the girl and I were acquainted, she would often tease me by talking about growling rodents.
TL;DR: A young woman told me to growl like a mouse. I misheard her.


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