The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (6 page)

My fantasies are very run of the mill and I have done a few
of them – sex in a public place, picking up a stranger, etc. Sex
with a woman was something I considered going to another
city to try once (visit a gay bar maybe?) but I know that most
lesbians are very masculine and therefore not the kind of
women that have turned me on in films. Having said that, I
never look at a very attractive woman and wonder if she's gay,
so I don't think it's something I particularly want to have
happen. I have a very strong libido – just the thought of the
orgasm I'll have is sufficient to make me want to have sex. I'll
often fantasise to help it along, but it will happen anyway. I
write a lot of the things I like into my stories, so it's hard to
pinpoint a particular fantasy – these often arouse me as I write
them. I think the themes tend to be men who are totally hot
for the heroine – who pursue them relentlessly. I know from
my own personal experience that penetration isn't enough for
female orgasm, so I often have the man add stimulation of the
clitoris, or have the woman do it herself as part of the sex. I
also love the thought of penetration with a finger while
receiving oral sex; most of my male characters know to do
this.

Sarah, age 31
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
College
Homemaker
West Midlands, UK

I'm turned on by men I can't have! Bad guys, but bad guys who
are respectful to women, such as Tony Soprano from the HBO
television show, Robbie Williams, Colin Farrell (he's so sexy),
men who work outside (they wear riggers and have big rough
hands). Men in suits are OK as long as they are in charge. I
cannot be doing with men who wear make-up or spend time
on their hair.

The best sex I ever had happened a few years ago, I think I
was 22 at the time. Someone at work had been showing me a
lot of attention and being very flirty. He was involved with
someone (he ended up marrying her), but it was like the
forbidden fruit – I wanted what I couldn't have. Anyway, he
gave me a lift home and asked me to call him. I said no, he
knew where I was if he wanted me. Later that night he knocked
on my door and before I had even closed it we were at it. I had
a nightdress on and he lifted it, pulled my panties aside and
fucked me up against my front door. It was passionate, but
rough. His hands were big; he was a lot taller than me and
heavily built. He just knew what to do, exactly where to touch
me and kiss me, and we had the most amazing night. He was
very well-endowed and I felt every single thrust. I had never
had sex other than in the missionary position until that night.
No one had ever gone down on me or entered me from behind.
He pulled my hair when he was behind me and it was such a
turn-on. He opened me up with his fingers and thumbs and
went down on me and I came so hard and fast. He just kept
on going and never stopped, making sure I was enjoying it as
much as him. (I'm getting turned on just remembering this.)
The best thing other than the sex was that he didn't look down
on me afterwards, we both knew it was a one-night thing and
we still get on great now; although I no longer work with him
I see him around occasionally. He's always nice to me and I'll
always think of that night as the best I've ever had. I think if
I was ever tempted to have an a-air it would have to be with
him.

I think my fantasies have stayed the same as when I was
younger. I have romantic fantasies that some big strapping
man is going to sweep me off my feet and then fuck me senseless!
However, my favourite fantasy is to go down on a woman.
I would like to make a woman come with my tongue. I'd know
exactly how and what to do because, let's face it, most men
just don't have a clue. Watching women really really turns me
on – blonde women who are slim and have small breasts with
soft pink nipples.

The Romantics

Kitten, age 20
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
High School
Unemployed
South Wales, UK

The gentleness of the female form has always turned me on;
for the men it's the knight in shining armour thing. I fantasise
several times a day, usually about a dark, handsome, mysterious
stranger taking advantage of me. My favourite fantasy starts
with my best friend approaching me while we're out with a
group of mates partying up a mountain. We sit around chatting
for a while, then as we drink more we get everyone to play a
game of hide and seek. As this game is being played, my best
mate finds me. I run and he chases me, finally catching me,
and we fall to the ground near the top of this mountain. The
fog is rolling around us on the ground and the moon is full and
the stars are out, and we look at each other for a minute, then
we kiss gently, slowly getting more passionate until we're
ripping each other's clothes off and rolling around in the dewy
grass under the stars and moon . . . well, use your imagination
for the rest (it's very romantic, yet very passionate).

Barbara, age 58
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Master's degree
Artist
California, USA

I'm turned on by tender intellectuals who are curious and
playful and not afraid to experiment, but who know when to
stop. I think I used to fantasise about being raped; I thought
it would be a way to have sex but not take responsibility for
my feelings. This was the attitude of a scared child. I no longer
have this fantasy, but enjoy participating in my own sexual
experience. Now I just play and have a great time. I also fantasised
about being covered with whipped cream, though found
the experience to be lacking; it melts too quickly. I have fulfilled
my fantasies, and found some better than others. I let go of
the ones that did not feel good to me.

My fantasy begins with skinny-dipping. The water feels so
good. We then sit in a tub and draw on each other with watersoluble
utensils, followed by washing each other all over. When
dry, I would be tickled all over with feathers, then laid down in
front of the fire, where honey would be dripped all over my front.
My lover then licks the honey off and kisses me all over, turning
me over and fucking me front and back (not in the asshole,
though – I've tried it and it just hurts without pleasure).

Breezy, age 30
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Some college
Retail Manager
Illinois, USA

I have been sexually aware since I was a child. The first thing
I saw was a copy of
Playboy
magazine. I remember thinking I
wanted to be her and have her. Then, as I got older, sex became
more of a way to feel things. I was closed off emotionally and
yet through sex I was able to really be me. I love lace, silk and
satin. And I have had many older men as lovers. I guess I wanted
to learn as much as possible. I find athletic people turn me on.
I love beautiful legs and devastating smiles. I'm a sucker for
American Football players.

In my fantasy we are in a field having a picnic on a perfect
sunny day. Suddenly from out of nowhere my fantasy man
grabs me and lowers me to the ground. He kisses me deeply,
taking my breath away. I gasp as he starts to kiss my neck,
moving lower and lower. I suddenly realise that he has been
undressing me and is slowly taking his tongue down my body,
first over my nipples, then down my stomach, lower and lower
until he comes to the apex between my thighs.

I moan as he slowly brings me to a roaring climax. It starts
to darken and I realise there are raindrops falling on us. But he
feels so good that I do not stop him. I come again and again. He
slowly starts to move back up my body with his tongue, kissing
me deeply and plunging into me at the same time.

There is thunder now. The rain is coming down harder and
faster. He feels incredible. I start to come yet again and I feel
him starting to as well. Neither of us notices the weather any
more, it is all about each other. We both have incredible
orgasms and lie there next to each other for a few moments,
taking in everything that has happened.

Then we go for round two.

Sarah, age 47
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Postgraduate qualification
Writer/Teacher
Norfolk, UK

For me the best sex is waking up in the morning feeling my
lover pressing against me, turning to him, stroking, kissing,
fondling, his mouth on my breasts, my hand sliding down to
his cock, imagining him entering me, then him entering me,
getting smooth inside, then sliding, then frantic, pushing my
pelvis against his, feeling his back buck, feeling my insides
slicked, then sliding over onto my side, pressing my thighs
against him, him entering again, feeling the tight port stretch
for him while he strokes my shoulders, then again, and we end
with my hands and my mouth around his cock and hot juice
rolling down my belly between us.

The things that turn me on are my partner, trees, the
sea, wind blowing across the beach or fields, stones from
the beach. I like to fantasise about making love on the
beach, in the dunes, in fields, along footpaths. This recurs
when ever we are walking on the beach, in fields, or along
footpaths.

Ruthie, age 22
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Bachelor's degree
Singer/Songwriter
Florida, USA

When I was way younger, I used to fondle my girlfriends; that
was erotic. They used to do it to me too. I love black men with
dreadlocks who smoke marijuana. That's the only turn-on in
men. In women, I'm turned on by the need for intimacy and
also creativity, a love of music and poetry – an appreciation
for life in its totality. In my fantasy I see myself with a gorgeous
woman . . . slender, sexy, delicious . . . not there just to fuck me,
but to bond with me spiritually and emotionally. I want to
make love to her in every way – and I want her to knock my
senses out of my head.

Name withheld, age 19
Heterosexual
Virgin
Steady relationships, not live-in
Nursing student
Unknown, USA

My boyfriend always manages to turn me on, and also reading
Black Lace novels, because I find it better to imagine everything
than seeing it on TV or online. I used to feel uncomfortable
just thinking about sex, but now, not so much. I've become
more comfortable with my sexual thoughts. I don't really have
a place to have sex yet; I don't want to have to sneak it in
before anyone gets home, and I want to feel like I am definitely
ready to have sex.

My favourite fantasy thus far has been when I imagine my
boyfriend and me having sex in the middle of a park, surrounded
by all these beautiful flowers, in the middle of the night, under
the stars. I am on top.

Carrie, age 34
Homosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
College
Federal government employee/Photographer/Writer (at heart)
Ontario, Canada

I wrote my fantasy to a friend on Facebook:
soaking in the tub for hours
you've got me touching myself
thinking, 'what'd she do in the shower?'

fantasising: you here with me in my bath
picturing that coy laugh
. . . then your unintended sigh
as i sink down between your . . .

no – stop! that's too fast! that's not right . . .

start over . . .

i close my eyes . . .
my hand goes there . . .
dreaming about being with you
dreaming about you here

is there somethin'
to the fact that we've gotten to talking?
(don't worry girl, i ain't into stalking)
i'm thinking, 'well . . . maybe it's a sign . . .'

open your eyes to a hot reality
just maybe this could be
the introduction of things to come . . .
inclinations of slow seductions,
visions of us as one

wrinkly in the tub after hours
wishing you were closer
just so i could watch you in the shower

i imagine you:
whispering my name . . .
one step forwards,
curtain drawn . . .

suddenly the room's feeling warmer

there's you, back arched
holding on, up against the corner

i see you touching
playing between there
and i can't help but stare

one step closer,
my clothes are wet
you haven't even noticed me yet
you're so deep into you
steam's rising off you . . .

water's feeling warmer
(or maybe it's just you)
steam blurring my view
don't know where to start
i just know i need to be next to you

again, i hear you whisper my name
more of me . . . wet
i'm feelin' myself pulsing
i'm a throbbing, soaking wreck . . .
'n i haven't even touched you yet

you turn to face me
moisture dripping down your . . .
i resist every urge to kneel and taste . . .

innocently enough . . .
i begin
with a kiss . . .

melting . . .
i feel the gentle sway forwards of your hips
and your hands reaching for my . . .

Name withheld, age 24
Heterosexual
Celibate
No children
Graduate student
Teacher
California, USA

I enjoy fantasising about having good vivid sex with a few
orgasms; celebrity sex with Colin Farrell, Jonathan Rhys Meyers
and Henry Cavill; and anal sex. My ex brought it up and got
me so turned on and interested in it. I would love a man to fill
me there but gently, lovingly.

In my fantasy my lover and I are seeing each other. It's our
first night and we go to his place and he seduces me. He covers
my body with kisses and licks, sucking and kissing me until
he licks me clean. He won't let me touch him though. Then he
makes sweet, passionate love to me. Later, after a warm bath,
he seduces me into letting him take me anally. Slowly.
Sweetly.

A Blast from the Past

Trudy, age 25
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
A levels
Homemaker/Care assistant
Northamptonshire, UK

I like men who have passion for what they do, so I kind of get
aroused when a man is shouting when something he really
cares about gets mucked up by someone, even if it's me who's
getting shouted at. It's safe to say I could never work for Gordon
Ramsay. I would be too turned on all the time. Historical themes
turn me on, mainly Regency going back to Tudor, some modern
day. (I did historical re-enactment.) Add to this bodices, castles,
vampire films, i.e.
Dracula or Interview with a Vampire
, and tall
moody men. I still like the bodices; I have a nice collection of
them now. My husband figures in my fantasies quite a bit. If
we go away together we make sure the hotel is old and has a
huge four-poster bed to get the history into it.