The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (2 page)

'Simplicity is the glory of expression.'

– Walt Whitman

When we fantasise, we embark upon journeys that take us to
places we're never likely to visit or experience. This holds
particularly true when it comes to the realm of the erotic.
Fantasies are our private haven, our safety net, the place where
we can imagine anything and everything and be completely
free from judgement or censure. We can remove ourselves
from our daily humdrum realities. We can become someone
else, be as wild as we desire, do things we'd never consider
doing, have sex with people we'd never in our lives consider
having sex with. There are no limits to what we can do inside
our minds.

Yet sometimes we don't have to grasp for the extravagant
in order to fulfil our desires. Instead we might fantasise about
things that are more known to us, things we might already
have experienced in some form or other, or can very easily
experience given the right set of circumstances. Sometimes a
sexual fantasy can be far closer, far more real, offering us a
taste of the probable rather than the improbable. Indeed, these
fantasies are no less intense or erotic for their simplicity, but
are perhaps all the sweeter for it.

There are many ways to enjoy sex – from the sacred to the
profane. However, let's begin by getting our feet wet with more
traditional pursuits. In this section we will explore the so-called
'vanilla' pleasures – sex that takes place between two consenting
adults and that tends not to go too far into the experimental,
although it might tease provocatively at the surface. Romantic
settings and scenarios are rife, as are encounters between
committed partners or those already known to us in some
capacity. Historical backdrops are a proven turn-on in this
category, steamy bodice-rippers being alive and well in the
minds of our participants. So, too, is sex with strangers or those
whom we've never met (or are likely to), including a famous
country and western music star. It's all in the name of good,
clean (well, maybe not
that
clean) fun! Although these fantasies
are more concerned with the light than the dark, they are
by no means predictable or mundane. For women's sexuality
is anything
but
predictable or mundane.

Two's Company

Nicole, age 26
Bisexual
Celibate
Children
Associate's degree
Student
New York, USA

The best sex I probably ever had was with a girl I'd been in the
army with. We were stationed in Iraq together and it was my
birthday that night. Most of our friends had stayed over in her
room and I didn't intend on anything happening. But when I
caught a glimpse of her breasts silhouetted against the moonlight,
I felt the stirring growing inside my body, pushing against
my nipples and thumping against my clitoris. Little by little
all of our friends began to leave and I sat next to her on the
bed. As if she could sense what I was thinking, she motioned
to one of our friends that she was tired and had to go to sleep.
I said that I was going to stay over with her since we had not
seen each other for a few months. The minute our friend had
left, my hands were against her breasts and our tongues were
inside each other's mouths, entangled, licking and sucking each
other's lips and mouths, our hands rubbing and massaging
each other's breasts and nipples, teasing each other. I began
kissing her neck until I couldn't take it anymore; I had to have
her tits in my mouth. I lifted her shirt and stared at her white
breasts with her hard pink nipples protruding as if pushing
against an invisible wall. They looked so juicy to me that I
swear I'd begun to salivate as my clit hardened, and I could
feel the pulse of my heart thudding inside my pants, my tongue
seeming to extend itself on its own, as if becoming its own
entity. I felt her shiver in my arms as her left nipple entered
my wet mouth. I heard her moan a little but I wasn't done.
The idea of us getting caught had turned me on so much that
I'd begun to play with myself as I kept sucking her tits. I could
feel her nipples become harder in my mouth as I licked and
sucked faster and faster. I even took both tits and sucked both
nipples at the same time. She howled as I nibbled on them,
then licked them back and forth like a windshield wiper. Then
she lifted off my shirt and sucked my brown nipples as if they
spouted water like a fountain.

As I watched her I wanted to come so hard, and my clit felt
as hard as a rock and as large as the top of my thumb. Then
she placed her hand down my pants and fingered my pussy. I
stopped breathing as her fingers fucked me and my clit
throbbed with delight. I told her to bite down on my tits and,
when she did, the ecstasy was too much to hold inside. I wanted
to eat her, to taste her against my tongue. My pants were off
in a matter of seconds and so were the rest of her clothes.
Naked, we pressed our bodies into each other, feeling the heat
of our skin and throb of our clits. I lay on the bed and spread
my legs and she lay on top of me, ass first. I could see her wet
pussy aching for my tongue and as I plunged it into her she
shook and did the same to me. I could feel her tongue inside
my hole, licking and sucking inside me. I moaned; it felt so
good. I arched my back so she would fall deeper into me and
when she did, I could feel her body eating me with excitement.
I was so turned on by then, I let my tongue and teeth nibble
gently against her clit until I could feel the heat coming off
from the inside of her pussy. I let my tongue slip back inside
and swallowed her juices. Then I kissed the outside of her pussy
lips, letting them slide up and down my lips and tongue. I
let my mouth search her clit a little more as her head
bobbed up and down, forcing her tongue into my hole. I could
feel it fucking me over and over and I was urged to do one
better for her.

I put my two fingers into her pussy and fucked her. She was
so turned on that she stopped and moved with my fingers. I
saw her hips moving back and forth following the motion of
my fingers inside her. Then I swirled them a little and she
came. She jumped off me and went to her drawer and grabbed
her electric dildo and turned it on. I spread my legs and she
pushed it into me and then licked my clit at the same time. I
pushed her head deeper between my legs and she motioned
the dildo faster and faster. I let go of her head and played with
my own nipples. She lifted her head to eye level and watched
as my nipples were massaged by my hands. I felt the tremor
of coming shoot from deep inside me. As I came, she stuck
her tongue in my pussy and licked it up, sucking in my juices
as they flowed out of me. I grabbed her head as she lapped
up all my come into her mouth. Afterwards she climbed on
top of me and we kissed with the taste of each other on
our lips.

I usually fantasise several times a day. My favourite fantasy
is based on the memory of my first sexual experience. I
remember when I was fifteen I had my first sexual experience
on a staircase with a boy I met at a mock trial conference. His
name was Jason and he seemed so nice. As we kissed that
night, I had begun to feel urges I had never felt before. So as
he lead me up the staircase I was a little afraid and titillated
because my mother's apartment was right below where we
were. I felt his strong lips kiss mine and the hardness of his
cock in his pants. My nipples had begun to protrude through
the shirt I was wearing as he massaged my tits. Then he kissed
my nipples inside the shirt and I remember this surge ran
through my body. It was the first time I had felt something
like that and I went wild. I immediately lifted my shirt and I
saw his eyes widen with delight. His tongue was large and
long and he began to lick my nipples. I moaned his name over
and over, and that's when I pulled his cock out. It was the first
time I had seen an actual penis not on TV, so when he
stroked it with his hands I saw it flex and stretch. As if by
instinct, I bent on my knees and put it in my mouth. He moaned
and he pushed my head back and forth. I kept sucking as he
begged me not to stop. I felt it harden inside my mouth and I
sucked even faster until he came in my mouth. I could feel the
warm gush of his come sliding down my throat and it
tasted so good to me then. As he guided me up, he kissed my
lips and his tongue was back in my mouth. Then he went for
my nipples again. I arched my legs up as we dry fucked. Then
he put his hands down my pants and stroked my clit and pussy.
I moaned his name over and over as I felt the power of his lips
and hands until my body jerked and I came for the first
time.

Name withheld, age 36
Heterosexual
Celibate
Children
College
Social Worker
Nevada, USA

I'm still discovering my sexuality. I was married for fifteen
years and sex was OK. I think my ex tried to please me out of
obligation. I've always loved vampire films and, even as a little
girl, I got a guilty pleasure out of watching the vampire seduce
the woman he wanted the most, finally taking her into his
arms and biting her ever so tenderly. I've always liked watching
and reading porn, especially when the guy is performing oral
sex on the woman. I don't mind watching the woman masturbate,
but I look for men masturbating. It's really hard to find.
I think of myself as a voyeur because I don't feel at liberty to
have intercourse. I knew from a young age that I was straight.
Although there was this one time, I don't know how it came
about, but I kissed this girl. I was probably eight years old. I
liked it OK, but preferred boys by far and never told anyone (I
think) until now.

Growing up in a poor black neighbourhood for a few years,
sex was not looked upon favourably by my grandmother or
mother. Although I was intrigued by sex, I feared doing it
because I was afraid of getting pregnant. My mom had me at
fourteen and instilled a fear in me that she would find out if
I ever did it. I spent a lot of years in church and that influenced
me a lot, much to my ex's dismay. There were things that
Christian women didn't do, and I liked the idea of doing them
all, but was afraid to for some reason. I've relaxed over the
years, but now I'm divorced. I have had sex (unfortunately)
with a guy that I was very attracted to, but the sex wasn't what
I expected. He had stamina, but that's not what I want. I really
want intim acy mixed with roughness. I don't know if I like it
for sure, because I've never had the opportunity, but I'd love to
be tied up. I'd be a risk taker . . . risky for frigid me. What holds
me back? God, mostly. I had a guy ask me once (when I was
married), if I felt it did not have any negative repercussions,
would I do it. I told him no. He asked why. I said because I'd
know what I'd done. I don't want to be promiscuous even
though I love men and would like to be with them physically.
Trade salvation for orgasm? I think I'm doing it anyway, but
don't feel that great about it. Sometimes I wish I didn't have
a sex drive. It reminds me that I'm human.

The best sex I ever had was when my ex and I were first
married. He's in the military and at the time we were stationed
in England. His tour was up there, so the house was packed
up and we were waiting for our time to leave. We had sex
about every other day back then, almost like clockwork. This
one particular morning we had sex, but I didn't care for it
because it seemed one-sided and I got absolutely nothing out
of it. I started crying and he asked me what was wrong. I told
him that I didn't think the sex was good. I don't remember if
he said anything, but he started touching me (I really can't
remember how). I was ready to receive him and he entered me
– missionary style. It was slow and deliberate. I could feel the
arch in his lower back as he gently thrust his penis in and out
of me. I began to move my pelvis when it started feeling good
to me. We got in sync with each other. At some point he rubbed
me just right. Our pace quickened and I felt the shudder that
told me that orgasm was imminent. This caused me to
move . . . with more enthusiasm. He was really close to coming
but didn't climax. Then I felt it, that inexplicable rush that only
seems to come with intercourse climaxes. I convulsed (I can't
think of another way to put it) and held him close as he
continued his motions. Then he came and we were on the floor
in the living room coming together. That was a good day.

The main theme running through my fantasies is that the
man really wants to be with me and it's not about the sex, but
the intimacy of two people joining together in the most physical
way possible. He holds me tightly and seems to never want
to let me go. In my favourite fantasies a guy who's a friend
has recently caused me to have two massive orgasms without
ever penetrating my vagina with his penis. These fantasies, if
they can be called that, are basically him teaching me what
he knows about oral sex and di-erent forms of foreplay. He
ties me up. He bathes me and then licks me. He buys me leather
and I wear it for him so he can playfully torment me until I
beg for his mouth to eat me.

Rachael, age 21
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
National Vocational Qualification
Store Assistant
East Midlands, UK

I fantasise about women, although I have had no sexual
ex periences with any. I fantasise about lots of men taking
advantage of me and being watched as I masturbate. I love erotic
books; I also enjoy porn movies (especially girl on girl). I enjoy
sending people video messages of myself masturbating and
finding out they're horny and want their cocks deep inside me!

In my favourite fantasy I'm a passenger in a car with a friend
(male). We haven't planned anywhere to go or anything to do.

As we drive, a storm begins. I tell him storms turn me on and
before I know it I'm playing with my clit in the passenger seat.
He pulls over in a quiet country lane, and I can see his trousers
bulging. He rips open my shirt and gropes my breasts. I become
increasingly turned on as he fumbles to find his way inside
my trousers. When he touches me I scream with pleasure
and orgasm so fast that, before I know it, we're on the back
seat of the car, my legs spread so wide as he thrusts deep into
me.