The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (20 page)

His fingers were increasing the pressure on her clit, and she
had to move in time with the motion. He started rocking, slowly
easing himself in. The image in the mirror was incredible. He
looked across and met her eyes and, with the last thrust, he
was in to the hilt.

She was panting away, her faced flushed, but she couldn't
tear her eyes away from his. He pulled all the way out and
thrust deeper. Her panting increased. He removed his hands
from her clit. All she could feel was his cock deep inside her
bum. It was mind-numbing; she was so close to coming but
couldn't.

She was out of her mind.

He continued the slow deep thrusting, slowly increasing the
speed.

Then he stopped. 'Are you ready yet?' he asked.

All she could see were his eyes. 'Fuck me!' she ordered.

'No.'

As she tried to move, his hand slapped her bum with him
deep inside. She flinched. The pain felt good, she was nearly
there, one more thrust and slap and she would explode.

He withdrew completely and waited.

She couldn't resist, she had to have him inside her now.
'Please, fuck me, I beg you!'

His eyes lit up with savage triumph.

He plunged his cock in hard, once, twice and she exploded.
He slowed down his thrusting, waiting for her to finish.

'Again!'

He started thrusting slowly, then with ever-increasing speed
and hardness. Her clit was being rubbed in time with his
thrusts.

She couldn't believe it, she'd just had the biggest climax ever
and her body was building for another one.

'Come for me, Sarah!' he commanded and she did.

They collapsed together on the bed, spent, his cock still up
her bum. He held her close, waiting for them to recover. He
was still semi-erect and knew it wouldn't take much to revive
him.

Sarah didn't know what she had got herself into, but she
needed to recover and sleep before she learned her next
lesson.

'Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates,
it tyrannises.'

– Marquis de Sade

Sometimes we dream what others tell us we should not. We
have chosen to explore the edge, and we have discovered that
it isn't enough. The thrill of peering over the cli- no longer
appeals and something inside us urges us onwards, to see and
experience what is beyond that final barrier. It is here where
we close our eyes one last time and dream – not of the known,
the safe and secure, but of the other things, darker things, the
kind of things we often can't return from. This is when we
dare to fantasise just what it would be like to be in the danger
zone.

This section is for those fearless risk takers willing to go
wherever their desires take them. We have situations where
anything can happen (and does), where things can and do get
dirty, dangerous and maybe even deadly. Not surprisingly,
there's a much heavier emphasis here on BDSM, bringing with
it more emphasis on kink, often without a clear demarcation
of free will or where the lines have blurred considerably. We see
more use of control, going beyond light experimentation and
play into something deeper, darker, rougher, and occasionally
sinister and life-threatening. Some of the participants have
already made dramatic sexual lifestyle choices, with these
choices translating into their fantasies. Additional themes
dealt with here include swinging, orgies and gang-bangs, shifts
in gender identity, control and enslavement, rape, humiliation
and death. Although there are overlaps in theme with some
of the fantasies in previous sections, it is the matter of degree
which places them within the danger zone. These are fantasies
that frequently go to the extreme – sometimes playfully and
sometimes not. There's no vanilla here, but there is every other
flavour imaginable . . . and indeed,
unimaginable.
For many,
this is truly the point of no return.

The More, the Merrier

Leuny, age 45
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
LBO
Order Reader
The Netherlands

I've discovered that I love to have fantasies. I have learned to
listen to my own body and mind and know that someday I'll
have my fantasy, which is to have sex with two men. But in
my favourite fantasy, I get to live in a harem and have sex with
men from di-erent countries, especially those from the Middle
East.

Sarah, age 27
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
GCSE
Ambulance Dispatcher
Essex, UK

I read a lot of erotica when I was younger, but it was always
the stories about sex with a stranger that turned me on. My
boyfriend is a huge turn-on for me now – which is something
I've never experienced before and probably sounds quite
tame! I fantasise about di-erent sexual experiences with him
on a regular basis and I fantasise about actually making some
of those fantasies become real. I'm probably a lot more
conservative now than when I first started fantasising. I used
to fantasise about lots of di-erent men, whereas now my
boyfriend tends to be the subject of my fantasies. More variety
would improve my sex life. Since moving in with my boyfriend,
sex has become less frequent and more predictable – still no
less enjoyable, but I'd like to get a little bit more fun back
into it.

One of my favourite fantasies is where my boyfriend takes
me somewhere with one man or a small group of men he
knows. He wants to watch each of them having sex with me
in a variety of di-erent ways until eventually he has sex with
me, giving me an incredible orgasm. While each of the men
has sex with me, the others attend to me, keeping me turned
on and begging for more.

Name withheld, age 50
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Postgraduate Degree and Solicitor's professional qualification
Lawyer
Yorkshire, UK

The media and society in general need to come to appreciate
the sexuality and sexiness of older women, rather than focusing
always on very young women or celebrities (often airbrushed
or nipped and tucked, making most 'ordinary' women feel
inadequate because it's nigh on impossible to get to look like
them!).

For years my favourite fantasy has been to be the Roman
Empress, Messalina, and to line up the whole Roman army (or
at least the tastiest legionnaires) and have them one at a time,
but in quick succession – perhaps in contest with a well-known
town prostitute, as Messalina did. However, the idea of having
one ready male after another – so if one's not that good, never
mind, another is coming up – appeals most. I have a massive
libido, once aroused, and the thought of being able to slake it
ad infinitum with a ready supply of men who are ruled by me
is very gratifying. Also, such a fantasy is totally about my
pleasure, not theirs.

Tina, age 31
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Some college
Offce Manager
Wisconsin, USA

The fact that just because I'm married to a man and looking
for a girlfriend doesn't mean that I want someone to fuck. I'm
really looking for a companion to help me fulfil the needs my
husband doesn't meet because he's socially/romantically inept,
and a man. My sex life would improve if my husband were a
little less impaired. Bless his heart, I love him, but he lost his
virginity way too old for a guy (26), and had a string of exactly
three horrible sexual encounters by the time he met me at
the age of 31 (for him). I had just left a relationship where I
screwed three, four times a day, every day, and all of a sudden,
I had found myself in the Sahara. I now have sex with him
about once every six weeks . . . on a good streak. Fortunately,
we're both busy people. Unfortunately, we never get horny
at the same time. Fortunately, I'm bi and he's okay with that.
Unfortunately (for me) he's not bi, and I wish he were.
C'est
la vie.

I'm currently turned on by the idea of multiple people having
sex at once, but not necessarily swingers. It's a turn-on for me
to have 'relationship' sex. Sex with strangers isn't really interesting
to me at all, because I like to be involved on a spiritual
level, have some investment in it. I usually fantasise about
lesbian sex, bondage foreplay (but no humiliation), blow jobs
(me giving, of course), alien sex (read some strange stories
once . . . haven't quite been able to get them out of my head)
and food play. Hell, I used to work in a porn shop, I've got quite
the repertoire of fantasies!

I had this girlfriend for about three weeks. She was quite
expressive, if not very good otherwise. I also have this exboyfriend
that was
to die for
, drop-dead gorgeous. I know he
could
be bi, and I know my husband is not and, of course, the
girlfriend is bi, and her husband is bi too. I have a recurring
fantasy about all five of us crawling into a giant pile of flu-y
pillows and going at it: me sucking my husband and ex off,
getting her off, watching my ex take her husband from behind
while she blows him. Just one big happy wild orgy. It would
never work. The only two of us who speak civilly to each other
are my husband and I.

Andrea, age 33
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
College
Office Manager
New York, USA

Other than a partial bisexual experience in high school, I was
always convinced I liked only men. Then a few years ago I
admitted the truth to myself and my husband, and ever since
we've had a great time exploring sexual variations, including
toys, porn, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and swinging/group sex.
In my fantasy I'm in a room with my husband having sex.
We're joined by another woman and several men. I orally
pleasure all the men while the woman goes down on me. Then
I go down on the woman while my husband has sex with me.
Afterwards, my husband has sex with me while I pleasure the
other men, and the woman plays with my husband.

Name withheld, age 27
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
High School
Charity Worker
Scotland, UK

My first experiences with sex were hard as I was sexually
abused as a child, but once I learned to separate forced sex and
having sex through choice, I became more turned on by strong
dominant women. Yukky old men are still a major turn-off
though. The changes to my sexuality/sexual imagination have
been more about finding things that are fun and exciting for
me, rather than what pleases men. What holds me back is the
lack of blokes willing to share me with other blokes at the same
time! – they all seem to think it's gay to have a threesome with
me and two guys, but are all more than willing to have a twogirl
one-guy type threesome.

In my fantasy a couple trying for a baby go to a fertility
clinic. The woman is intimately examined by a female nurse
and then a male doctor while, in another room, her husband
is 'helped' to produce a sperm sample by several other nurses.
The details change each time I think of this scenario, but the
basics as outlined remain pretty much the same.

Name withheld, age 28
Homosexual
Celibate
Master's degree
Librarian
Arizona, USA

I'd been reading books that included sex for years – I read my
parents' novels starting at about age seven. When I first started
to think about sex, it was in terms of their favourite Regency
romance novels – the nice ones that never went past the
sweetest kisses. Of course, I realised pretty quickly that I was
focused on the female half of the equation and never thought
about any sort of princes or heroes – I was pretty sure that I
was lesbian by fourteen, and it shortly became definite. Sad
to say, the best sex I've ever had has been with my Wahl coil
vibrator. I've been unwillingly celibate for several years, with
a dysfunctional on-again/off-again relationship with a straight
girl for several years before that. I've been curious about sex
parties and sex clubs for years now, but I'd never dare go to
one alone, and I haven't dated anyone who'd be interested – or
anyone at all – for a long time now. What holds me back is
the lack of a partner, fear of disease or disaster. I like who I
am – if I were straight, I'd be someone else. It would probably
be easier to find a date, though.

In my fantasy I'm watching cheesy movies with my good
friend, and we're both a little bit buzzed on wine. She starts
teasing me about my collection of Maria Beatty films, which
she found when she babysat my dog. We roll around giggling,
and she asks me if I'd like to go to a lesbian sex party with her,
just as friends, just to see. I am shocked, but force myself to
admit to her that I'd love to.

I
would
love to – she's adorable, taller than me, strong and
fit, with short spiky blonde hair and a sweet grin made slightly
mischievous by a tiny silver eyebrow ring that quirks her
brow.

So we meet a week later and she drives me to the party.
We're both nervous and awkward, but she's been there a few
times before with an old girlfriend, and I suspect that she's a
lot more experienced than I am in this sort of play – I've just
fantasised. A lot. She's wearing black leather pants and a black
leather bodice over silk-soft skin. I'm wearing wine-red buttonfly
jeans and a tight black laced shirt – the closest I have to
the right kind of clothes.

We're in the party – my mind fuzzes over this part – and it's
hot, in more ways than one. I have my laces pulled loose on
the front of my shirt, and I can smell the salt of sweat on my
friend – I haven't quite dared to look at her breasts, but I can
imagine the beads of liquid resting there. We're standing in a
dark corner of a room full of women watching the centre of
the room where two women wearing leather and tattoos are
carefully binding a third woman (she's naked of everything
but a blindfold) to a smoothly finished wooden and leather
frame. Their hands pause to stroke and pinch as they move,
their long hair causing agonised shivers as it tickles the bound
woman. There isn't much room, and the watchers are growing
quiet, their eyes glinting in the faint light.

My friend draws me in front of her, pulling us both to sit
down, half in shadow, but we can see the three in front of us
as the two tormentors begin to stroke their victim-lover with
feathers and then flog her lightly with a bundle of ribbons.
'We can see from here, and I'll keep you safe,' she murmurs in
my ear, her warm breath making me shiver. I feel her glare at
a woman near us who had blatantly looked me over earlier – I
love that, my dear friend wants to protect me and keep me to
herself.

We watch, and she begins to stroke my arms – to soothe
me? No, she's fiddling a bit with my laces, and I can feel her
breath on my ear, and something wet – her tongue. I tense
slightly, feel her tense – and then I relax against her full
breasts, feel my shoulders relax, opening me to what she's
offering. She hums – purrs? – into my ear and neck and begins
to stroke her hands along my arms, my sides, my breasts . . . As
we watch the woman in front of us beg and plead, twisting
as much as she can in her bindings, begging for release,
my dear friend slips her hands under my shirt, stroking,
twisting my nipples, almost until it hurts. I relax against
her, stroking her thighs, watching, watching, with half-slit
eyes. I can see other eyes across the dim room, sometimes
watching the centre, sometimes closed in ecstasy, sometimes
watching me.

My shirt is unlaced, my pale breasts bared to the room,
tickled and shadowed by the open sides of my shirt. I am almost
oblivious to the sounds, the heat, the smells of the room; I give
over all control to my dear friend. She has my jeans unbuttoned
and her hand strokes my belly, my hair, and then . . . All I can
feel is the wet sudden heat of her hand sliding firmly, quickly
through my sex. I think I gasp, she squeezes my nipples
together with her other hand, my legs clench – I open my eyes
as I come, watching the woman in the centre come, her tormentors'
mouths on her breasts, her cunt, my dear friend's hands
on my cunt, my breasts, her quick breath in my ear.