The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (24 page)

I have also had sex with women. I find that to be very soft,
very slow-moving and very erotic. I wouldn't say I prefer it to
male/female, but it is di-erent and it is very erotic. I enjoy
kissing a woman and, while I'm more submissive with a man,
I seem to be a little less so with a woman. I'm not dominant,
but more equal I guess.

I have also engaged in sex with a dog. A girlfriend of mine
does it all the time and I finally watched. I think it was the
amount of semen that got me as I do seem to be fascinated by
semen. When she finally talked me into trying it, we had been
playing with each other so I was very excited and 'horny'. She
helped prepare things and got me relaxed enough to try, and
I thought 'what the hell', so I got on my hands and knees and
she got the dog up onto me. She guided him into me; at first
it felt very hard and almost sharp, poking me. When he pushed
a little harder, I felt his penis swell inside me and it was
shocking. As the dog began to pump, he grew in me and I was
beginning to feel very excited. The thrusting only lasted a few
minutes, but at one point his penis felt huge; the 'knot' near
the end of his penis penetrated me, and the dog pumped like
mad. The entry of that 'knot' and feeling the penis swell enormously
in me did make me orgasm and, shortly after, I could
feel the dog coming in me, as a dog's semen is much hotter in
temperature than a man's. Feeling all that 'hot' semen being
injected into me caused multiple orgasms and I was out of
control. When the dog stopped pumping, he remained in me
for a few minutes and I could feel the hot semen oozing out
of me, and I continued to orgasm. When he withdrew, my
friend collected almost half a cup of semen that ran from me.
Those were the most out-of-control orgasms I have ever experienced,
but I don't tell very many people about that one!

While I have several fantasies, the one I seem to think of most
often is a 'mock' rape where someone I don't know (but who is
safe and friends with close friends of mine) takes me out and
is very dominant with me. He seduces me until I am highly
aroused, then forces himself on me, tears my clothes, blindfolds
me and rapes me over and over. This man is also very wellendowed.
While I am actively pursuing my fantasies, the 'rape'
fantasy is one I have to be very careful of because I would have
to know the person and script it out first. While I dream of a
stranger, I know I could never relax and enjoy that.

Name withheld, age 51
Homosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Some college
Drug/Alcohol counsellor
West Coast, USA

I'm turned on by watching other people 'play': whipping,
flogging, fisting . . . the aroma of sweaty leather, the feel of
a whip . . . Control and overpowerment are the themes
running through my fantasies. This has grown thanks to
the inclusion of sex with a twist in my BDSM lifestyle.
Experience and maturity have also made a di-erence in
the way I approach life and sex. What holds me back is the
fear of enjoying it. It's a matter of trust, and the desire to
have it come true. Sometimes fantasies are best kept a
fantasy.

In my favourite fantasy I'm being held against my will in
order to be sexually seduced by three to five women . . . to get
fisted, fucked and made to come until I can no longer come,
totally spent . . .

Love Hurts

Name withheld, age 51
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Bachelor's degree
Writer
Oregon, USA

I'm currently turned on by rape, bondage and S&M with female
tops. My fantasies generally involve two males. In my favourite
fantasy, one man's face is between my legs, while the other is
taking him in the ass. Preferably the man getting sodomised
is straight. One or both is marked by my whip. The only thing
holding me back from acting out my fantasy is that I haven't
found the right second male.

Marilyn, age 47
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Some college
Writer
Ohio, USA

I was always very erotically attracted to older girls who had
bad attitudes, or misbehaved somehow (but not tomboys, I
always liked very pretty girls), and I was always erotically
turned on by ideas of discipline, humiliation, and being dominated
by them. This goes back to even when I was six or seven
years old, and then just continued being part of my sexual
make-up forever, only it eventually included men. Any time I
saw pretty older girls in movies or on TV who were at all
provocative in their behaviour, I fell in love with them. Pamela
Franklin in
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
comes to mind! I was
hopelessly in love with her. But there were so many girls I had
crushes on back then, and also girls in real life – I was in love
with most of my babysitters and privately wished they would
punish me; I fantasised about it almost constantly. Yet, in
reality, I was extremely well-behaved.

I have recurring fantasies about my girlfriend, where I relive
B&D sex we've actually had together that has been really,
really great. I fantasise about being able to take time off with
my girlfriend (who I don't live with, btw; I live with a man),
go to Paris and stay in my other girlfriend's apartment when
she isn't there (!), then just have a ton of sex with my girlfriend.
In real life, she is an insatiable top, and I am an insatiable
bottom. So I fantasise that we have all the time in the world
to exhaust ourselves with B&D scenes (and drink wine). I don't
know why I always imagine that we do this in Paris, though!
Or why it has to be in my other girlfriend's apartment when
she isn't home. And I imagine there are all kinds of handy sex
devices in the apartment too, like slings, B&D contraptions and
stu-. My other fantasies frequently involve gang-bang-type
scenarios, but not really brutal. More it's about being with five
or six men at once of all di-erent physical types and races,
who all instinct ively know every nuance of my sexual needs
and desires. There's no need for any kind of talking. The
communication and sexual rapport is instantaneous. There is
a lot of domination because I am submissive, but the fantasy
is not about brutality, it's about satiation without having to
ask for it or justify what I want.

Name withheld, age 27
Bisexual
Single, moderately sexually active
No children
Degree
Housing
Glasgow, UK

In my favourite fantasy I'm in an old wooden house. Its doors
and windows are broken and unhinged, the mosquito screens
torn. The paint is old and peeling. The floors are unfinished
wood and there's very little furniture. What's there is old and
damp and ugly: a 1970s couch and Formica kitchen table, an
old iron bed in each upstairs room with a mattress and no
sheets or pillows. The house is out in the middle of nowhere,
and grass is growing wild on the lawn.

There are a couple of versions of this. In one, I'm stranded
there with several men who talk harshly to me. There is always
one man who's talking, telling the others what to do. The others
are silent, except for occasional observations about how I'm
reacting to what they do. I'm dragged upstairs, tied to a bed
or held down. I'm whipped and scratched. One man is ordered
to pinch my nipples, one is ordered to scratch my thighs, one
is ordered to whip my stomach, etc. The man who's the leader
forces me to come, usually with his mouth. Just before I do,
someone kisses me roughly, first on the neck, then on the
mouth, so that I can't breathe. Sometimes it's this same
scenario, but with only one man.

Another version is more playful. I'm in the same house with
several people, women and men. But this time it's like a game
to see how I'll react to what they do to me. There's always one
person watching, usually a man, while it's usually the women
who stroke my breasts, lick me, tease my pussy with their
breath. Sometimes it's like a punishment for something, but I
don't know what I've done. I can hear them talking about how
hard I'm going to come.

Deanna, age 33
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Bachelor's degree
Writer
Texas, USA

I never considered lesbianism as an option until college, so
I was always turned on by 'hair bands' and new wave acts.
Actors, celebrities and rock stars were my turn-ons then. I
envisioned sex within marriage or a long-term, safe relationship.
Now my husband is a turn-on. Just being with him
makes me excited, sharing our lives together and our
family.

I love bondage. I am fine being the submissive or the
domin ant. I have 'controlled' rape fantasies concerning beautiful
female celebrities. I enjoy role-playing like naughty
schoolgirl and hunky teacher. I also have a lot of lesbian fantasies
as I'm married to a man and don't get to sample that
aspect of my sexuality any more. I had that experience only
once but have wanted to revisit it again and again.

In my fantasy I am in a dungeon, looking like Salma Hayek
with overflowing breasts and long curly hair. I'm wearing a
black leather bodice, flowing skirt with nothing underneath,
and thigh-high boots. The area is dimly lit, with long black,
red and white candles. There is a musky scent in the air
reminiscent of patchouli. A beautiful Angelina Jolie-type
woman lies on a table, naked, with her legs and arms spread
apart. She is bound and gagged with red silk scarves.

I walk over to her and run my cat-o'-nine-tails along the
length of her body. My husband is watching, breathlessly, in
the corner. He is naked and bound to the wall. I am in complete
control of the situation. I rub the whip against her breasts and
thwack, thwack, thwack
three times each. I then take my left
glove off and knead her nipples, one by one, between my thumb
and forefinger. She begins to moan and bites her scarf. I see
the pleasure in her eyes so I bring my tongue to meet each
nipple. I put them in my mouth and nibble, gently at first. I
suckle her like a newborn babe and then bite down hard.

I release my grip and whack her again with the whip, this
time harder and faster. She arches her back and pushes her
back down. I step away from the table and return with clamps,
which I fasten to her breasts. I twist them several times. Afterwards,
I run the whip down to her lower abdomen. I strike her
gently. I kiss and lick around her belly button and pelvic area,
avoiding (on purpose) her genitals. I'm not ready to release her
yet. I knead the soft flesh there and move my hands downwards.
I reach her labia and gently open the folds with my
fingers. I take my fingers and explore her insides. I find her clit
and move my mouth down to nibble on it. I suck on it and lick
it and run my tongue all over it. She urges me onwards so I
stop.

I walk over to my naked husband in the corner, whip in
hand. I strike him several times on the legs and hands. I then
lean forwards to suck his hard cock. I lick him from tip to
testicles and back up again. I take my hand, using a tightened
up-and-down grip while sucking, until a little bit of pre-come
flows into my mouth.

I release him and let him enter the beauty on the table. He
is fully turned on and ready for action. I walk over to the girl,
stroking her hair and breasts. I remove the silk scarf and kiss
her passionately. After my husband spills his seed inside her,
I get on top of the table and rub my hardened clit up against
her. I leave my clothes on so she can feel the texture of my
skirt. I lean forwards and kiss her again, undoing her hands.
My husband undoes her feet.

Then we switch positions. They both bind me and strip me
naked. They take turns exploring my body, making me come
over and over again with their tongues and the various implements
I have in my 'pleasure chamber'.

Ariel, age 44
Live-in relationship/marriage
Heterosexual
College
Writer
Nevada, USA

I think I've always been curious about women. They look like
me yet every one is di-erent. On the other hand, I've always
loved men and can't quite figure out how things would end
up without a cock involved. My daydreams used to revolve
around being hurt in some strange accident and saved by
someone heroic (like in
Starsky & Hutch
or something) and
falling into bed with my rescuer (which, having just been shot
or something, seems unlikely now).

My first true sexual fantasy (other than dreaming about
oral sex which I did for years before I ever imagined people
did such things as 'kiss each other there') involved being
kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, where
people were touching me and undressing me and looking at
me. I was a teenager and thought I was writing a short story.
I got kind of alarmed at how it made me feel and got rid of it.
But the idea of being out of control – when in real life I'm not
usually – is still a distinct turn-on; it has just evolved into long,
very detailed scenarios. After twenty years my husband still
turns me on like anything. I love being spanked or tied up or
told to do something. I love sex outdoors and don't get enough
of it. I really love sucking on him and I like it when he just
takes control. When I was younger before we got together (we
got together when I was 24 and he was 33) I was afraid of my
fantasies. I thought it was weird to be interested in women
when I was clearly fucking males (randomly in college for a
while), or wanting to be spanked or punished or wanting kinky
things like ice or heat or having someone use a belt on me. My
husband is even more open than I am and we've explored a
lot of my fantasies, though even after twenty years he has to
pry them out of me slowly.

My fantasy is a kind of blend of domestic discipline and
BDSM. I'm with a friend and we're talking about something
I've done that I'm not supposed to have done, like buying
something expensive or driving too fast (we live thirty miles
out of the city and drive in together every day) and, as I'm
talking, I don't realise that he's behind me. She suddenly looks
over my shoulder at him and I freeze because I know I'm in
trouble, but I figure he'll at least wait until my company goes
home. But he doesn't; he tells me to come into the bedroom
with him and tells her I'll be a couple of minutes. I protest and,
even with him alone in the bedroom, I'm saying, 'No, you can't
be doing this now, she'll hear us.' He tells me that I wasn't so
concerned about him hearing my confession and that I have
mere seconds to pull my pants down and get over his knee. I
don't, of course, and he finally forces me, ripping off my shorts
and panties and putting me over his knee and starting to spank
me very hard. I'm squirming and protesting and saying, 'Don't.
She'll hear us. At least wait till she goes home so she doesn't
hear,' and he says too late, and I look up and she's there. I start
shouting at her to go away, but she's curious about what's
going on and comes in to watch and, of course, he lets her. I'm
throwing a fit by then, calling her a bitch and swearing at him
and he responds by restraining me, then turning my ass bright
red. I'm thrashing so hard he says he has to calm me down
and he has tranquilisers that are suppositories. She asks if she
can put them in and I'm calling her a bitch and everything I
can think of, but he restrains me and she slides them . . .
slowly . . . into my ass and then, with his permission, gives me
some stinging slaps. She says she doesn't like what I called her
and can she wash my mouth out? He says yes, and she gives
me a sliver of soap and he puts me in the corner to hold it in
my mouth till it's gone and to stay there. The two of them
leave the room together and when they come back for me, it
turns out he's decided she's going to be my caretaker whenever
he's gone; I have to answer to her. She's grinning like a cat that
has swallowed the whole canary.