The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (18 page)

His two fingers are lodged way up inside me, so deeply that
I think they're going to tear something. But they don't. He asks
me if I'm ready and I gasp that I am. I hear the sound of plastic
being torn, he's putting on a condom. I don't care if we go
bareback, I'd happily take a risk with him, but I don't think I
want to deal with the obvious unpleasantries of what will
happen once he comes inside me. He moves his cock back into
place, we are dispensing with lube, since the condom is nice
and lubricated anyway, and, fortunately for me, he's fairly
slender in width. I should be able to take it. I hope.

And I do. I feel him sliding in, slowly, gently, little by little,
more and more, coveting this place that no man has ever fully
taken possession of before. To my amazement it isn't hurting,
not really, and I'm so turned on by being bound, of having my
backside at his complete control – Christ, he could really hurt
me if he wants, injure me, and the thought excites me even
though I trust him and know he won't hurt me, ever, that he
will stop the moment I ask him to. But I don't ask. I push back
against him, wanting the full length of him inside me,
claiming me as his. All his. I feel a stretching, a fullness, it's
weird, but not unpleasant, not really painful at all. (Thank
God I found a lover with smaller equipment – I don't want to
have sex with a donkey!) Soon he stops, and I feel his pubic
hair tickling the stretching mouth of my anus; he's inside me,
all the way, to the hilt as they say. I stop breathing. I'm not
sure what is supposed to happen next. Neither is he. We wait.
Then it's like someone has sounded a bell and suddenly I hear
him breathing hard, and he starts pumping, slowly, but, yeah,
he's pumping, pumping my ass, gently, then when I don't
protest, less gently, and soon he's pounding into me with long
deep strokes. He reaches a hand up between my thighs to find
my clit and starts playing with it, manipulating it back and
forth, quickly, since he knows I need a lot of steady stimulation
to come, exerting just the right amount of pressure, his
finger placed just so, not too far down or up, left or right, but
right there on the location I've so often shown him (oh, in an
ideal world!). He's a good student; it took a while for him to
learn what works for me, but love and desire made him want
to make the e-ort. He's playing with me and fucking me in
the ass and I can't believe what's happening and I can't see,
can't move my hands or my feet. I am trapped, so trapped,
and I love it so much that if I died right now it would be OK.
He starts to groan and I feel myself moving higher and higher
and finally I am coming too, coming harder than I've ever
come, with his sweet lovely cock buried deep in me, and his
finger spinning my clit till I'm dizzy as he slams into me one
last time, falling onto my back and sighing my name. I collapse
onto his hand, blind, his cock pulsing inside me. His lovely
sweet cock that I so love to taste, to suck. And now, to have
inside my ass.

Cherie, age 38
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Master's degree
Construction (professional level)
Nevada, USA

At fifteen when I discovered sex, I had been introduced to anal
sex and sex during menstruation right away. I thought I'd done
a lot and was fairly happy. Today I miss the fact that I didn't
dare to be even more adventurous in trying BDSM (spanking
in particular) or D/s games earlier. The subtle dominance in
the spoken words of someone turns me on. I like people who
are not ashamed of whatever kink and just being ready to do
it, whatever it is. I love very tender moments in the post-sexual
frenzy. I want people who don't back down from whatever
they planned on doing.

I've always driven fast, way above the speed limit (by 10–15
miles per hour), and I fantasise about being arrested by a strapping
police officer who would not let me go free with a ticket,
but instead would play sexually with me on the side of the
mostly deserted road. He would seriously spank me for my
behaviour before taking his pleasure with my body and letting
me come.

Name withheld, age 26
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Some college
Self-employed
Florida, USA

I'm turned on by people who are comfortable and confident
in their sexuality, those who have patience and humour and
a sense of adventure, and who can see the absurdity in sex
and don't mind the occasional awkwardness, people who are
relaxed with themselves and make no apologies for liking what
they like, people who are willing to open themselves up to
new experiences and new sensations, and who aren't afraid
of making a mistake.

I've always approached sex as more of a benefit and spice
to a relationship than being the be-all and end-all, so what
I look for in sexual partners is what I would look for in a
relationship: kindness, humour, confidence, comfort and a
decidedly creative mind. I want someone who isn't jaded,
and can occasionally lose all sense of control, pulling me into
the nearest private corner for a quickie and feel absolutely
no shame from it.

My fantasies usually contain light to moderate BDSM,
unusual locations, encounters that are more laughter and
teasing than serious. In my fantasy I want to be put up against
a wall! And I'd love to just spend a day or three naked, going
about my daily routine without ever knowing exactly when
I'm going to be grabbed and ravished.

Ange, age 30
Heterosexual
Virgin
College degree
Teacher
Northeast England, UK

In my fantasy I am in a darkened bedroom with only candles
lit because of a blackout. A shadowed figure approaches me
and speaks in gruff tones. He tells me that we are alone in
the house and that I must do exactly what he says. I'm not
allowed to look at him. He then proceeds to run his hands up
and down my body, squeezing my breasts, while he nibbles
on my neck. He begins to explain everything he is going to
do to me. I will be stripped naked and fucked; if I refuse I will
be spanked. I, of course, say no, at which point a sharp spank
to my thigh is applied. I gasp aloud and try to turn around;
another spank is then laid on my thigh again. I feel his hand
running over the hot flesh which his hand has just marked.
His hand then goes further up my pyjama shorts and under
my knickers. He begins to feel my cunt and laughs, making
remarks about how wet and how turned on I am. His fingers
are rough and I try not to react to them, but I begin to move
in time to the thrust of his fingers, all the while whimpering.
He withdraws his hand and takes tight hold of my hips so
that I can't move them. He again whispers how he is going
to strip me naked and how he can't wait to see my ripe bottom.
He begins to feel it as he speaks. After a short while I realise
he has removed my pyjama shorts and my underwear in one
go. I am naked from the waist down. I try to bring my hands
up to cover myself but he holds me fast with one hand while
he explores again with the other, getting rougher and rougher
each time, circling my clit while, maddeningly, not touching
it. I am whimpering and begging for him to touch it. He
squeezes it between his thumb and fingers. I begin bucking
against him while trying to get him to do it again. It is too
much and his hand withdraws. He moves my legs further
apart and brings me into contact with the hard bulge between
his legs. He begins to dry hump me, riding against my bottom
while holding me still. He pushes me towards the wall. He
makes me rest my head on my crossed arms and proceeds to
manipulate my body until my bottom is presented for his
liking. He is still rubbing it and I am moving into the caresses.
He has rough calloused palms as if he has a job where he
works with his hands.

As I begin to get bolder and move into his caresses, he
spanks my bottom hard! I gasp and he hits me again and again
until my whole bottom is slightly pink. He tells me it is for
my own good, that I am too free with myself and that I should
be punished. When he is satisfied that I have learned my
lesson, he begins to pet my bottom; all the while I'm mewling
with the sensation of my hot bottom, though his touch is
soothing. Suddenly I feel something wet as he places a kiss
there. He spreads my legs a little wider and begins to lick and
kiss all of my bottom as well as plunging into my cunt. I begin
to come and so he tongues me harder, licking my clit as if it's
a fast-melting ice cream. He rolls his tongue and begins to
use it like a penis and plunges in hard and deep. I am coming
– yelling at him to do it more and harder. He quickly stands
up and pushes my legs as far apart as they can go and plunges
his penis into me hard and fast. He is like a piston and I have
another orgasm just from first contact. He tries to prolong his
own orgasm by slowing down. He withdraws almost all of
him while just leaving the tip inside me. I beg him for more
and he thrusts in right up to the hilt, all the while telling me
what a slut I am and how wet I am for him. He pulls almost
all the way out and begins to lightly spank me again with
both hands on my bottom. I begin to come and this time he
comes with me. We stand like that for a few moments, then
he carries me off to bed and lays me down. When I awake in
the morning I am unsure as to whether it was a dream or not.
However, when I swing my legs around to sit up, my bottom
hurts and, when I look in the mirror, I can see handprints on
it. In my lipstick written on the mirror are the words 'till the
next blackout'!

Kerryn, age 36
Bisexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Children
Postgraduate student
Mother/Writer/Library Assistant
New South Wales, Australia

I'm turned on by a variety of di-erent things and situations.
I like to look at the Williams Street prostitutes (in Sydney,
Australia), the ones who don't look like junkies. I love a
woman in knee-high boots and a short skirt . . . it's the boots
that do it for me. A man looking boyish turns me on no end;
I love a clean-cut man with that 'private schoolboy' look:
clean-shaven, short-cut hair, polite, tight T-shirt, nice jeans,
big brown puppy-dog eyes. I'm turned on by the idea of going
to a brothel – of women – and having sex with one or several
women. Threesomes with both men and women especially
appeal too.

I enjoy fantasising about forced (consensual) sex, up against
the wall in a public place (but not too public – maybe a dark
alley). I also enjoy fantasising about passionate, hot, long,
romantic and erotic sex with the guy I've met online but never
met in person!
Sigh.
We've been 'talking' online for seven years
now . . . I think about him in my sexual fantasies often. It's
about the
passion.
This is a general idea of
one
of my fantasies:
being forced to have sex or being involved in sexual activities
– not rape – but enjoying being told to 'spread your legs, bitch'
or 'fuck me harder' etc., etc. I like the idea of being thrown (not
so as to hurt) up against a wall, roughly handled (but enjoying
it), legs forced apart (of course I help a little), his hands plunging
down into my pants and in my bra. It's rough but it's hot, it's
quick but it's satisfying, it's horny and passionate!

Hayley, age 24
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Further education
Carer
Yorkshire, UK

In my fantasy I get caught flirting with another person and I
get taken home, where I get shouted at. The next thing I know
I'm being punished by spanking; he grabs me and throws me
over his knee like I'm made of air. He smacks me hard a few
times but then it becomes more gentle as he starts to caress
and fondle me. He turns me over and throws me down on the
floor and tells me to go to my room and lie on the bed. When
I get there he is close behind me and upon me almost instantly,
kissing my neck and face. It gets more and more passionate
until he can't take it any more and rips my clothes off; every
last bit is torn in two and unwearable again. Once I'm naked,
he takes his clothes off as quickly as possible and enters me
and just goes for it, no pleasantries, not real foreplay, he just
screws me until we're both coming. As he comes he bites down
on my neck and chest, marking his territory as his and his
alone. Once he is done he leaves me to think about how
naughty I was.

Name withheld, age 28
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Bachelor's degree
Arts
London, UK

I don't mind sex being represented in pretty much any form
– live and let live! But I'm worried about the lack of variety.
Sex is everywhere these days, mostly used to sell things, but
it's a very monochrome 'Jordan' kind of sexiness. Tan, tits, teeth!
I worry about young girls learning their sexuality from popular
culture this way, mostly because it might limit their imagination
and make their sex lives unsatisfying and predictable. I
also think it paints men in a too simplistic light. They aren't
all the same, there's as much variety of taste, fantasy, etc.,
among men as there is among women, in my experience.

When I first started having sexual fantasies, I was very young
and I was too embarrassed to fantasise about myself in a sexual
situation. As soon as I saw my own face, I would feel guilty and
horrible. So, to start with, all my fantasies were about other
women. It was only when I got used to the idea of fantasising
about myself that men started to get involved. Consequently,
other women are still a big part of my fantasy life, but in practice
I'm very hetero.

I'm a very controlled person in real life, and a worrier, so
my fantasies tend to revolve around letting go and giving
complete control to someone else. It's very much my decision
to surrender that power though; I don't get turned on by the
idea of being forced to do something against my will. The
taboo, whatever it might be, is a very big turn-on. These days
you have to go quite far to feel genuinely naughty. So, for me,
that's anal sex, or maybe a rape scenario but not a nasty one.