The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (14 page)

Helen, age 45
Heterosexual
Steady relationship, not live-in
College
Self-employed
London, UK

I used to be led and told what to do but now I'm very happy to
instigate sex and to lead my partner into areas he hadn't thought
of. My current partner is everything I've ever wanted (shame I
didn't know this before) and if he talks dirty I'm in heaven. I am
now old enough and confident enough to be able to enjoy whatever
I want to do without worrying about the consequences. In
my favourite fantasy my partner and I are parked in a busy car
park at night, but the urge to make love overtakes us and we
slowly undress each other, not worrying if anyone see or hears
us. We're just wrapped up in the act of pleasuring each other.

Sonya, age 42
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Some college
Actress/Singer/Writer
Ontario, Canada

I'm turned on by being emotionally connected to my man, being
able to be completely myself. I admit I like sex rough or anally,
to be somewhat submissive or dominant, whatever my mood
brings – and having him welcome all of me without judgement.
Being a mother and knowing my body helped produce this
other person makes me feel powerful and sexy too. I care much
less now about how my body looks, what my face might look
like when I'm aroused or coming, or what my man might think
of me and my turn-ons. I don't obsess much anymore and
therefore don't rob myself of a good time!

My fantasies tend to involve the following themes: the
psychological process of a woman becoming aroused; the stages
of sexuality and how they a-ect a woman throughout her
maiden years to mother years; and the link and/or 'play'
between the feeling of safety or danger in a sexual situation.
My fantasies involving strangers hold me back because they
are not safe. I am in a committed relationship now, and it takes
several sexual encounters with someone to 'get me off' usually.
I have always envied those women who could have the perfect
satisfactory zipless fuck.

In my favourite fantasy I'm in a train, which is rocking and
making me sleepy. I had forgotten how hard these commuter
train benches are, old and wooden – German technology, with
little comfort. The sun is setting and my eyes are tired of racing
to catch the scenery, one tree and church steeple at a time, so
I close them for a while. I am somewhere between Paris and
Munich.

I kick my sandals off and raise my legs. I tuck my heels close
to my bum, with my knees pointing upwards and my toes
hanging off the edge of the bench. It feels good to stretch the
front of my thighs this way. I'm wearing a short skirt and a
thong and I'm alone in the car, so I feel it's safe to do this. I rest
my head back and dream of the man I've just left behind.

It's a horrible thing to admit that I miss his cock more than
the rest of him, but it's true. And he's left me wet, with a little
of him and a lot of my own juices. As my legs relax a little and
my cunt opens slightly, I get a waft of our pleasure. It makes
me remember how he slid first two, then three, then four
fingers in me, so slow and gentle. It's shocking to know I not
only could accommodate so much of his hand, but I also
relished the sensation of being so stretched open and filled. When
his cock followed after his fist, I slowly clenched and closed
around it, grateful for the relative softness and curve it offered by
then, grateful for having such control over my cunt and proud
of its parlour tricks. What a marvellous instrument it is.

He had rocked inside of me like this train, languidly but
with a quiet and steady vigour. He stayed still and eager when
my eyes flew open and demanded he look at me as I came. It
made me come harder to know he was seeing contradiction
on my face, with my pleasure and vulnerability revealed all
at once. It was the only time I had ever really let him in.

I feel my thong getting wetter and realise it won't be long
before I'm dripping. I open my eyes. On the bench in front of
me is a man. I hadn't heard him come in and now he's gazing
at me with a smile and half-closed eyes. He's not handsome
but strangely compelling, as he is rough and sexual. He's bullnecked
with a fighter's face and a confidence that comes from
within. He's well-dressed in a nice suit, his muscles bulging
through the fine fabric.

I stay perfectly still, unsure of what to do next. He doesn't
move or change his expression. I don't feel threatened by him.
I am simply embarrassed, as any attempt to pull myself
together at this point would be comical. Then I find a strange
freedom in this moment. I decide to play with him.

I open my legs a bit more and inch forwards slightly, causing
my thong to be pulled and bury itself in my cleft, and I feel
my outer lips push forwards and engulf it. They slowly fold
over the small strip of fabric, and this gives me a thrill. I feel
a new surge of wetness.

I see his eyes drop down and look at my exposed lips as he
shifts in his seat. He adjusts his cock with his hand and looks
back up at me, and his smile disappears. I can almost hear the
blood rushing to his dick. I drop my gaze to his crotch and his
hands. They are huge. His fingers are long and thick and he
has flat wide fingertips. I look back at him and jut my chin
forwards, a silent dare for him to pull his cock out or at least
a dare of some kind. He smiles again.

I hoist myself up a little and, keeping my feet up and my
legs bent, I hook my thong with my thumb and pull it aside.
With the pressure of having sat this way for some time, both
sets of lips and my clit are engorged. Everything is protruding
a little. And my hole is open a bit, I can feel cool air there. I
drop my head back again, close my eyes and, wrapping my
arms under my legs just behind my ankles, I pull my cunt lips
apart as wide as I can. I tilt my head up again and look to see
his reaction. His mouth is hanging open and his hand is
shaking as it unzips his pants. He suddenly seems to remember
to use his other hand to help himself, as if one side of his brain
is not working in tandem with the other. I have a small moment
of satisfaction when I think of how visual men are and how
powerful a cunt can be when used this way. I now know what
all the fuss is about with owning your sexuality. I smile.

He takes out a thick meaty cock and, with the first thrust
into his fist, the foreskin rolls back to reveal a huge bulbous
head. It sticks out at the top of his fist a good four inches. This
penis looks like it belongs on some sort of animal. Its mushroom
head is a vicious shade of purple. It's so obscene it turns me on.
He seems content to stay there and watch me from this short
distance, with his eyes on my cunt and his hand pumping his
cock. He is sweating now and breathing heavily. I put my feet
on the floor and scoot forwards a little. I reach between my legs
and start rubbing my clit. I dip my fingers in, first one, then
two, and wet my clit this way repeatedly. I stop rubbing now
and then and spread myself, enjoying the feeling of being examined
by this stranger. I feel like an object, a porno, as he is not
even looking at my face. It makes me feel safer somehow.

My clit is so swollen and my juices are running off the
bottom of me. His cock is slick now too, and makes a sticky
wet sound with every stroke. His breathing is punctuated by
a small grunting noise. He leans forwards and for a moment
my pleasure is suspended. I am terrified of what he may do
next. He leans in close, his face inches away from my cunt,
and starts sniffing. He smells me for a beat and then leans
back again, licks his lips and pumps furiously on his dick. I
start stroking again and begin to feel the tingle, that watery
feeling in my legs and belly and I know I'm going to come
soon. Just as I throw my head back and start to come, I hear
his come –
splat, splat
– on the floor between us. The sound
is so vulgar. I feel it splatter my feet, my ankles. I ride my
wave for as long as I can and finally shudder to a stop. I start
to laugh. This uncontrollable giggle bubbles up from within
me and I start to laugh hard. I want to share this moment
with my man here but when I lift my head up and open my
eyes, I find him gone.

Three's Not a Crowd

Name withheld, age 21
Heterosexual
Steady relationship, not live-in
No children
College
Graphic Designer
New England, USA

I have a current fantasy of travelling with my boyfriend to a
Latin American location by train – which is not really possible,
but, oh well – with a hot tour guide (girl or boy). Along the
journey, the tour guide discovers my boyfriend and me making
love in our sleeping car. (S)he does not turn away and instead
joins us in the small bed. Said tour guide 'tours' our conjoined
bodies, tasting and caressing each body part with intense curiosity.
During the trip we continue to play with our new friend,
discovering more and more about our adventurous side
through trips into the Amazon, the hot sands of Brazil and
hiking through mountains.

Rach, age 32
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Children
Education and Occupation unknown
Brisbane, Australia

The best sex I ever had was after a long weekend of drinking
and camping on the beach. I came home and jumped under
the cool shower with my ex, and had him fuck me up the arse
while standing up. I'm turned on by having a guy whisper in
my ear all the things he'd like to do to me and how, seeing
him pull himself over me, then bending me over and fucking
me. I fantasise several times a day. In my favourite fantasy I
am being held down by two good-looking men and they're
both having their way with me.

Jacquie, age 44
Bisexual
Single, very sexually active
Children
College
Receptionist
Tasmania, Australia

My favourite fantasy is three men playing with me; on all
levels, no holds barred, nothing stopped, want it, do it. The only
thing holding me back from fulfilling it is finding the men
who will play together. They have so many hang-ups!

Naz, age 29
Bisexual
Single, very sexually active
No children
Postgraduate degree
Journalist
West Midlands, UK

I fantasise regularly about shagging several of my friends and
we all flirt outrageously although nothing has happened. I
think we're all up for it, but they're a married couple and, while
my fantasies, daydreams and even a couple of memorable
nights where I've woken up gasping and wet from dreams that
make my toes curl, tell me it would be amazing, in the back
of my mind I'm concerned enough to hold back because I don't
want to do anything that would damage their marriage or,
indeed, our friendships. It can't stop a girl from dreaming,
though.

In my fantasy she's gorgeous. She's got the kind of plump
luscious lips that set my mind racing with very rude thoughts,
stunning cornflower blue eyes and a mane of red hair that
falls to her shoulders. As I look at her, she tucks a wayward
strand behind her ear, her hand trembling slightly and,
although she's smiling, her eyes betray a little wariness. I guess
standing naked in front of someone you've never met before
does that.

In my peripheral vision I see my fuck buddy Andy take a
step back and sit down on the arm of the sofa. She turns her
head skittishly at the movement, her hair falling back in front
of her face. She moves her hand, but I am faster, and, as I gently
tuck the silken strand back behind her ear, she shyly smiles
her thanks. I feel my nipples harden in response. God, she's
gorgeous.

I stroke her hair, calming her, and move closer. I hear Andy
shift slightly to get a better view of what's about to happen,
but this time I don't turn around, and neither does she. We're
looking intently at each other, waiting to see what happens
next. I half expect him to intervene, this is his scene after all,
but it seems this is our dance and ours alone. For now.

I stroke her hair for a long time. The only sound in the room
is our breathing, the only movement my hand stroking her
head, relaxing her. Slowly, as if not to break the spell, I lean
forwards to kiss her.

She tastes of strawberry lip balm and mint. To start with,
her only reaction is a whispered sigh, swallowed between our
joined mouths. But as I start to pull away to break the kiss, she
moves closer, anchoring her fingers into my hair and pulling
my head back. Suddenly our tongues are vying for possession.
She holds me in position and sucks hard on my bottom lip,
and I smile as I think what she will be like with her mouth on
my cunt. She might be another submissive girl and she's obviously
nervous, but there's attitude there. I like her.

She moves her hands up my body, tentatively touching the
underside of my breast, her soft cool fingers tracing a lazy path
along my skin as our tongues tangle. I move my hand to her
breast to stroke the delicate edge of her puckered coral nipple.
But, before I can fully touch it, we're being dragged apart.

We both blink, confused, unable to focus for a second. Her
pupils are dilated with her arousal and I wonder fleetingly if
mine look the same. Our ragged breathing slows and Andy's
smiling face comes back into focus.

He's standing between us like a referee between two
prize fighters in the ring, holding a wrist in each hand like
a vice. 'I'm pleased you're getting on so well,' he says. 'But I
don't want you getting distracted before we play a little
game.'

My face obviously betrays my frustration at the abrupt end
of our touching as he releases her wrist – he's obviously not
risking releasing mine yet – to pinch my nipple, hard enough
to be as much in warning as in play.

'Don't worry, you'll get a chance to continue. In fact, I think
you're really going to enjoy this game. Not only is it fun to
play but I'll fuck the winner while the other watches.' He idly
runs a finger around my nipple before pinching it again. 'Of
course, whoever loses is going to be left frustrated for a long
time since they'll be attending our every need for the duration.'