Naughty Secrets (31 page)
Homosexual fantasies accidentally slip into my psyche because I’m surrounded by attractive gay men in San Francisco. Frankly,
however, I don’t have any interest in gay sex. My own penis is worry enough.
An interesting question. I am definitely heterosexual, and have been my whole life. I’ve never experimented or anything remotely
like that. Lately, however, I must admit to being curious as to what it would be like to be “intimate” with another male.
My fantasy doesn’t go anywhere near anal intercourse, giving or receiving, but it does definitely include rubbing, massaging,
and penile pleasuring for both of us.
I guess I must grudgingly admit to being curious what it would be like to play with another’s erect cock, and even sucking
a guy off—and swallowing! It amazes me to admit that! Of late I have gone as far as to go on a couple of gay chat sites and
put “feelers” out (no pun intended). There have been a couple of responses, but I’ve not acted upon them, and I wonder whether
I ever will. I guess I’m afraid of being caught in the act, or of the experimentation affecting my “normal” life afterward.
I’ve read that this type of homosexual curiosity is not unusual, but it still is a deep dark hidden secret desire. I’ve not
even come close to sharing this thought with my wife or anyone else.
I have had lots of sexual dreams about making love with another woman, partly because I’m so curious and partly because I
am always so horny. I fantasize about what it would be like to touch a woman intimately, to go down on her, and to have her
go down on me. Maybe part of the reason I wonder about it is that I don’t have much experience being on the receiving end
of great oral sex. It’s something that I would like to know even if only once. Even though I am straight it drives me wild
just thinking about it.
Here’s one of my favorite fantasies. While vacationing in the tropical islands, I meet a beautiful self-assured woman. We
frolic and play, caressing each other. The touch of her lips on my breasts and her fingers caressing my pussy lips drive me
to ecstasy beyond belief. We explore each other, learning about ourselves and our partner’s likes and dislikes. She learns
that I like to be the submissive one so she uses that to her advantage by ordering me to kiss her lips, neck, breasts, thighs,
and everywhere that pleases her. Then she does the same for me. We use a double-tipped dildo to fuck each other while rubbing
breast to breast and French kissing. The vacation is one big long fuck fest.
Phew. Well, here’s my homosexual fantasy. While cross-dressed, I am fondled and taken roughly by a man I met in a gay bar.
My most vivid recent fantasy is being tied up while men and women use me as a sex object. I don’t think I’d ever actually
fancy a man in real life, but I often dream about being fucked by one. In my fantasy a man fucks my mouth, and another man
takes me from behind while women suck my cock, twist my nipples. Then they all change places. Women sit on my face, blokes
suck my cock—whatever goes, really, and I can’t do anything to stop it.
The One Thing No One Knows
about My Sex Life
S
ecrets. We’ve all got them—little ones and big ones. I was very curious to read what things my respondents had never told
anyone. The most common answer was, “The number of lovers I’ve had.” That’s a fine secret. I don’t think anyone needs to know
how many people exist in a lover’s past. Who cares whether you’ve been with one, a few, or the entire New York Giants football
team? As long as you practiced safe sex and are in good health now, your previous relationships are none of anyone’s business.
All of your past has made you what you are today, and that’s fine.
Some people know some, but no one knows the complete number of men I’ve been with. The number is higher than I would like.
Also, I went to a strip club with my boyfriend last year. I wanted to get on stage so bad but I had to drive home that night
and thus was unable to drink. No one knows how much I would have loved to have a couple of shots and climb on stage, then
strip to nothing and dance. People think I’m only joking. They don’t know I am serious.
Often, as I read the answers, I wondered why the respondent hasn’t told his or her partner the secret. The saddest thing would
be for two long-partnered people to have the same fantasy yet never find a way to share it. I made a few suggestions about
sharing sexual secrets in the introduction of this book. If you’ve got something you’d like to share, look back and see whether
you can make a few of your dreams come true.
I wish I could be totally honest with my husband and not have him get insulted or annoyed. I would love for him just to get
the urge to go down on me until I come, and not have any need for his own gratification.
No one knows that I really feel insecure about how I am as a lover.
I feel like a complete nymphomaniac! I think about sex all the time, except when I’m at work. If I had the choice, I’d be
having sex almost constantly. I would love to be a man’s sex slave!
No one knows that I have a fantasy about my husband. In my fantasy my husband walks up to me while I’m sunbathing and forces
me to have sex. He ties me to the lounge, spanks my ass until it’s good and hot, fucks my ass, and comes all over my back.
After he’s done he releases me and lets me continue sunbathing.
I would like to have two men at a time, one in my cunt and one in my mouth pumping and thrusting. That’s my secret fantasy.
The only person I’ve ever told that I enjoy water sports is you.
No one knows that, although I was married for a long time, I have never had an orgasm. For a while I worked on it and tried
to get my husband to do things to help me until I eventually realized it wasn’t important to him. I never even had to fake
it… he never seemed to notice and I never told him. I thought it wasn’t important to me, either, but secretly I was mad as
hell.
I’ve learned a lot since then and that guy and I are no more. I’m hoping to find someone who will understand and help me to
learn about my body well enough to climax.
Wow, tough question. Although my sex life is pretty tame, it’s really important to me. I’m sometimes surprised by the many
things that turn me on physically during the day, and how quickly I can reach orgasm without really trying. I wonder what
this must say about me as a person.
I guess there isn’t really anything I’ve never told anyone about my sex life, except how much I love sex, and how hard it
is to live without it on a regular basis. As much as I enjoy my current relationship, having three thousand miles between
us, and many, many, many weeks between visits, makes it very difficult to maintain a happy, healthy, sexual, and spiritual
relationship.
I’ve never told anyone about my desire to wear women’s clothes. Actually I’d love to have a woman control me, maybe by threatening
to tell my friends about this side of me. She would then shave all my body hair, dress me in a wig, bra, satin panties, a
garter belt, stockings, high heels, and a woman’s dress. Then she would force me to go out with her that way.
My bisexual thoughts are not the sort of thing I want known, although I would like to tell my wife someday.
I’ve never told anyone just exactly how obsessed I am with sex. I think about having sex all the time. I dream about undressing
women I meet during the day and eventually seeing them naked.
I am in no way dissatisfied with my wife’s body or sexual technique; it’s just that, although I’m able to satisfy my wonderment
over her body, I can’t do that with anyone else. I envy Europeans who live in a culture where topless females are the norm,
and nude females aren’t nearly as unusual as in America; Europe is way ahead of us in this regard.
When I look at a woman who catches my eye, I always wonder whether she notices, and if she does, how she feels about it. Does
she like the admiration or resent the attention? Maybe she’s baffled by the attention since she views herself as very ordinary.
Maybe she wonders whether I’m thinking about more than just admiring the view.
I’ve never told anyone, but if I could ever find someone like the lady I had a relationship with many years ago I’d never
let her go. Sadly she was six years older than I was, and six years seemed insurmountable when I was in my early twenties.
This woman was the most fantastic sex partner I’ve ever been with, and probably one of the best anywhere. She truly enjoyed
sex. She would “style” her bush, which was an incredible turn-on for me. In addition to shaving it, she would one time show
up with it in curls, and another time bleached, and the next time dyed black (she was a natural redhead). She enjoyed doing
it and I found it sexy as hell.
No one knows that my wife and I both keep our genitals cleanly shaved because we agree that sex is much better and cleaner
without the mess of pubic hair. We shave each other from time to time and usually end it with a test drive!
I’ve never told any of my partners about my passion for masturbation.
Why in the world not? Mutual masturbation can be a delicious part of lovemaking. Why not try inviting your lady to join you?
I wish I wasn’t circumcised. My best friend growing up wasn’t, and I envied his equipment. I’ve always liked to play with
my penis, and I envied guys who had that bit more to play with than I had. That friend and I played with each other when we
were growing up, as boys will do of course, and I really enjoyed sliding his foreskin up and back like it was something magical.
If it were up to me, I’d like to have mine back. Not even my wife, partner, and best friend for twenty-six years knows that
one.
Okay… I’ve told very few people this. Many years ago, although I was married, I had sex with one of my wife’s former bosses.
Let’s call her Ann. I was in my early twenties and Ann was in her forties. Her husband had left her for his younger secretary
and it had dealt a crushing blow to her self-image. She was starving for love and sexual activity and I was just in the right
place at the right time.
She was a petite woman and, although she had no breasts at all, she had very prominent nipples and the largest vagina and
labia I had ever seen. Our lust burned out of control and we enjoyed each other on two separate occasions. Although that was
thirty years ago, I still think about it.
When I first went through puberty, several of us had a “jack-off” club. We had contests to see who could come the fastest
and shoot the farthest. While my partner knows about that part of it, I’ve never told anyone that I tried to fuck one of the
kids in his rectum. I couldn’t penetrate and that was the end of that but I’ve always worried that if I told anyone about
it, they would think I was a “fairy,” when it was just an early-teen experiment.
There is one other thing. When I was young I always thought that after-sixty sex was just a myth. How wrong I was! And how
happy I am about it!
What most people don’t know? I never can have enough. It’s the greatest.
Terrific. I think I’ll make these wonderful men my poster children for sex after sixty, or seventy, or, soon, eighty.
I never really told anyone that I would like to be with my best girlfriend. We have joked about it because our boyfriends
over time have mentioned it as a fantasy of theirs, but I have never really told anyone that it’s something I truly think
about.
