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While greedily swallowing the cock in her mouth, a second
cock was slid into her. Slid with the care only a woman could
muster, Blondie used her solid, satisfying strap-on to deliver
pussy fulfilment. Indeed, she was so wet its considerable girth
barely registered. Above this doubly filled form, Blondie and
he kissed, their cocks firmly lodged in the party treat below.

The fake cock was removed; the real one took its place. The
relief was real. She sighed and moved against him. The fake
cock was inserted in her arse, matching the real one below
stroke for stroke.

So lost was she that when a third dick materialised in her
mouth she barely registered that this represented yet another
addition to the party. Her new playmate was not forceful, but
gentle, smaller in girth than the one she was used to, but with
more length. Filled in three holes, pleasure flooded her.

To her delight, harsh hands grabbed fiercely at her tits and,
oh, a gentle sucking began on her clit; how many could gather
around one person? This new mouth tugged gently, made her
want to come, but every time she built to climax, the flicking
stopped. She strained for orgasm . . .

He had snuck away, left her to her pleasure. He had known
she would not fail him. He went to the car to fetch the newly
purchased tiny seventeenth-century etching she had so
admired. He had bought it for her, this was her prize. A fuck
was, after all, just a fuck.

Gender Bend

Name withheld, age 35
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Postgraduate student
London, UK

I first had sex in order to be grown-up, but didn't feel safe
with anyone (first boyfriend) or orgasm, for years. I can't be
bothered with casual sex; I find it boring and pointless without
a mental connection. It's much sexier being walked home by
someone and kissed in a way that doesn't lead to sex. I never
allowed people to walk me home in the past because I felt I
had to offer sex. I didn't know you could (were 'allowed to')
sleep with someone and not have sex. When it comes to my
fantasies, I've dreamed about Eddie Izzard, and find Pedro
Almodóvar films (thinking of
High Heels
) with ambiguous
men very attractive.

In my favourite fantasy I'm with a blonde woman (no one
I know), stereotypical big boobs, slim – I'm me but I feel like
a man. I kiss her breasts, I'm on top, I feel her, kiss her belly.
My hands are on her breasts, then I lick her cunt until she's
really wet (never think about the taste, don't fancy it much
really – bizarre). I move back over her and enter her body. I
have a cock (I'm usually using a vibrator at this point so I'm
both her – being fucked – and the person doing the fucking in
my mind), and I move in her hard. It's about controlling the
thrusts; they are strong and hard and I want to fuck her until
she's out of her mind with pleasure.

Julian, age 27
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
College graduate
Writer
California, USA

Like most people in America, I wasn't encouraged to be a lesbian,
so when I first started figuring out who I might be attracted to,
it was always kind of punky, artsy, femmy or androgynous
women. It took a long time to develop an aesthetic where it was
OK to like butch women and learn more about how women
define themselves as butch. After that period, I realised that what
I liked about butch women was the tension between their feminine
and masculine sides. I really identified with that tension
and knew there were many masculine and feminine qualities
about me. Now part of my wisdom comes from loving people
that don't fit simple gender or sexuality categories and wanting
sexuality to be a very creative and malleable enterprise.

I'm turned on by everything that's transgender and genderqueer,
such as gender-variant features of a person's body – in
particular a boy that has bigger breasts than me and a small
cock, and reversing the social meaning of those features as
feminine, weak, ugly, strange, retarded, etc., to make them
intriguing, forbidden, and multivalent – with my (female) body
doing the same things, packing my pants so it looks like I have
a cock, flattening my breasts, hiding my hair inside a bowler
hat. During sex, I bottom more like a boy now instead of a girl,
and my boy lover bottoms more like a girl.

Being in a position or having the strength and patience to
have an open or multiple-partner relationship could improve
things. It might also cause a lot of grief. I think being happier,
having a better job, and living with another room would
honestly improve my sex life. When people are cared for, happy,
and respected, they have good sex. More outdoor sex would be
good without fear of police retaliation.

My fantasies generally involve power dynamics, which
might be power di-erences, or an age di-erence, an expert
and a disciple, gendered power dynamics, etc. So this is the
main tie between most of my fantasies, but their subjects,
participants, details, roles, and gender always change. They
involve real power di-erences/force that would never be OK
to do in real life. I don't want to actually have underage sex, or
sex between a teacher and a student, or sex with my boss, or sex
while drugged and gagged, I just want to fantasise about it.
Certain role-playing is fulfilling for those things.

Right now I've been having a recurring babysitter fantasy. A
teenaged dorky boy, Asian or Latino, must babysit a slightly
younger teenage girl. The fantasy unravels from both character's
perspectives for me! They use some excuse, such as a game, dare,
or re-enactment that causes them to get involved. Sometimes
the boy is shy and barely makes a move. Sometimes he eats
out the teenager and makes her come for the first time.

Helen, age 38
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Master's degree
Stay-at-home mom/Writer/Artist
Virginia, USA

The best sex I ever had was with my husband. On our first date,
I took him back to my dorm room and started tearing his
clothes off before the door was even closed. We spent the night
on my dorm room floor, and made love seven times. I could
not get enough of him. We kept rubbing against each other
even after we were both too worn out for intercourse. He had
the best tongue I'd ever experienced, and he was the most
considerate lover I'd ever had. Years later, we had another
session like that where we spent all of a Saturday morning in
bed together. Towards the end of it, my husband was standing
at the edge of the bed, fucking me hard as I had my first ever
multiple orgasm. I must have screamed for a good fifteen
minutes. When I was done, I went completely limp and so did
my husband. He slumped over the top of me. At first I thought
it was a joke, but then I saw his eyes had glazed over and I
started screaming again when he wouldn't respond to me. God,
I thought I'd killed him. Turns out he had just passed out from
all the exertion. We spent the rest of the day in the emergency
room explaining what had happened.

I regularly fantasise about sexually dominating a younger
man, someone who wants to be sexually dominated and enjoys
being on the receiving end of anal sex. I also fantasise about
two men having sex with each other. I married a young-looking
man – though he's only two years younger than me, he's still
got a baby face – so I suppose I've always had a thing for young
guys. I'm nearing forty and I find myself looking more and
more at men in their twenties and even as young as eighteen.
I don't know what it is about younger men, but the sight of a
half-dressed or nude young man immediately sends a jolt of
electricity through me. I'm not talking tall muscular studs
either. I want someone young, slim, about my height, someone
that I could just eat alive. I imagine what it would be like to
put a collar around this young man's neck and make him mine,
to have him on his hands and knees in front of me, begging
for my touch, either for pleasure or punishment. In some of
these fantasies, I'm wearing a strap-on and my submissive
toy-boy is eager to suck on it and then bend over while I push
into him. Sometimes I fantasise that I have two young men
and they make love to each other while I watch, and occasionally
I fantasise that I am a man myself, making love to another
man. These fantasies bring out the bad girl in me like nothing
else does. For me, though, it's only a fantasy, and I fulfil it as much
as I need to through writing and art. In real life, I'm very content
to be in a monogamous relationship. The sex in my fantasies
may be hot, but nothing beats a husband who helps around the
house, cooks dinner and takes the kids off my hands at the weekends
so I can catch a little extra sleep in the mornings.

Jack, age 25
Bisexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
No children
Bachelor's degree
Occupation unknown
Canada

I'm into gender-bending, whether it be cross-dressing or
accentuating your actual gender through use of opposite
gender conceits (i.e., the girl in the suit becoming more
femin ine) or roles. Gender play is lovely. I'm a member of
the local BDSM community, and a certain level of skill with
your swinging hand is sure to be a turn-on! The one I can't
describe that really gets me is just a certain attitude that
some people have, a sense of competence and mastery. I'm
further developed as a lover of all things to do with the bum:
anal sex, rimming, enemas, spanking and just showing it off
at play parties.

My current fantasy is of a burgeoning threesome relationship,
two guys and a girl, wherein the girl is fascinated by the
dynamic between the two men. She's had sex with both of
them, but she's never seen anal sex before watching them
together, and she's never seen the bottom submit that way
because, with her, he's always been the top. She's seen him
masterful and in control of her orgasm, but never whimpering
for his own. She decides that she wants to learn how to get
him to submit to her like that.

First, she has him introduce her to anal sex, culminating in
a lovely vaginal-anal double penetration. But then she turns
the tables. She secretly buys a strap-on, and she starts to take
control: first with fingers, which he hadn't expected and is
incredibly turned on by, and then she pulls out her new toy
and he's
really
impressed. She gets just the reaction she was
hoping for, him giving it up to her. Later she does it with the
third man as the audience. Much later, when he's had a very
bad day and is in need of reassurance, she fists him while the
other man holds him.

Though I occasionally switch perspectives, in my head I
usually play the role of the bottom, whoever that is. So when
he's introducing her to anal sex, I'm her, but when she's turning
the tables, I'm
him
.

Kris, age 43
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
College graduate
Business owner
California, USA

I love watching gay men have sex. Erotica is more of a turn-on
now than it was before and I love talking during sex. The more
vocal my partner is, the better. I think that someone who loves
sex and loves flesh is also a turn-on. Someone who has sex for
the sake of having sex – is not so sexy!

I think the best sex I've had so far has been during one
24-hour period when I had four di-erent partners. One of them,
a fuck buddy, had a small dick. But, believe it or not, he was
the best. He could fuck for hours and he also had the best
mouth and fingers. He's the only one who's ever been able to
stick his fingers inside me at just the right spot, make me come
and squirt at the same time. He was vocal and he loved to just
fuck in every way possible. In that 24-hour period, we spent
two hours together and at the end I could not walk. He had
gone down on me and fingered me while just talking in
between. Then, when he finally did enter me with his cock, he
said, 'God, I've been dying for that.' I'll never forget that. Then
he proceeded to fuck me and make me come over and over
until he finally came an hour later. He was not afraid to try
anything because he said he liked to see me come.

I love imagining that I'm a guy. Sometimes I like to get off
thinking about having a cock and coming. Two guys working
on me also gets me off – one in my pussy and the other in my
mouth. I think two guys together is also very hot and I imagine
watching two of them get off while I wank with them. My current
favourite fantasy is about being a guy. I have a lovely, not-toolarge
cock and I am bi. I'm invited to a couple's house to 'service'
both of them. I get to have them watch me while I make love
to each of them. The guy is first. The bedroom is dimly lit, and
contains a large bed that has a comfortable chair placed at the
foot of it. The woman settles herself with some wine, one leg
draped over the chair as she starts to finger her clit. The guy
and I begin to get undressed and hunger sets in. We roughly
remove each other's clothes and I push him back onto the bed.
Sucking his cock is one of the most delicious things, and I love
to hear him moan. His hands are in my hair and he grabs my
head and fucks my face. My hard-on is so full it hurts. I rub
myself and he is talking the entire time about how he likes it
and how he's going to do the same to me. He finally lets me up
and my cock is just rock hard. He sucks me but I stop him before
I come. I find some lube and we're both soaking each other's
cocks with it. Meanwhile, the woman is on her chair, breathing
hard and close to coming. She's quiet, though. We end up stroking
each other and coming loudly. She comes with us, also becoming
quite loud. We take a break, get some wine, 'reset', and then I
go after the woman. I love fucking women more than eating
them, so the idea of a long drawn-out fucking session is hot.
This time the guy is watching us and I get to watch him while
I'm fucking the woman. I change positions often and finally
come buried deep inside her. Sometimes the man joins us and
fucks me in the ass while I'm fucking her from behind.

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