The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy (12 page)

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Always, always, always bring lube. Even if you think you don't need it, you should be using it anyway, for both pleasure and safety. Slicked-up parts feel wonderful, and natural lubrication isn't always reliable. Use a lube that's water-based, unflavored, uncolored, and doesn't contain added sugars or glycerin. Why? Because these additives contribute to yeast infections in women—not a nice memento of your encounter.

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Try a lightly kinky prop such as a blindfold and feathers. Don't use the blindfold on the newcomer unless they explicitly ask.

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Bring out the really kinky props. If everyone involved is consenting and is well versed in S/M practices, the many delightful enhancements and accoutrements of S/M can have the effect of pouring gasoline on your threesome's fire. Punishments such as paddling and whipping have gravity with extra people as witnesses, helpers, or additional naughty girls or boys.

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Role-playing becomes more realistic—and more arousing—with another person playing along. For instance, a doctor and nurse can attend to a patient's every need, or two male police officers can barter for trade with a lady who “just can't get another ticket.”

Sex Positions

You can do a lot with several bodies, and the potential for pleasure is limitless. Here are some ideas for a threesome:

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Team up and perform oral sex together on the hapless third partner.

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Use your hands to masturbate one partner while another licks your genitals.

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Hold your partner on your lap (facing outward), with your legs spread, while your play partner performs oral sex on one or both of you.

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One partner lies on their back while the second sits on their face and the third licks or fucks their genitals.

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Put the lucky newcomer on all fours while you lick or penetrate their genitals and your partner enjoys their mouth.

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Make a “sandwich” out of someone by putting him or her in the middle. A man in the middle can penetrate one partner while being penetrated by the other's fingers, penis, or dildo. A woman in the middle can be penetrated while penetrating another with her strap-on.

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One partner can fuck another with a strap-on while the third performs oral sex on—either!

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Lick each other's genitals or give fellatio in a “daisy chain” of oral sex.

Hooking Up: Cruising and Advertising

Some couples get lucky and discover a playmate right in their own backyard and have their fun without having to search. They might meet someone unexpectedly, at a café or party, or just open a new door with an old friend. But most of us aren't that lucky. We have to work at it a bit—which is fine, because as any couple knows, a little work and patience always pays off, especially when it comes to sex. If any of the following ideas sounds appealing to you, visit the Resources chapter for further study.

One option is to “cruise” for your new companion—that is, pick someone up in a bar, club, or other known
pickup spot. The benefits of the quick pickup are many: you have a variety of prospects to choose from; you get as many chances to hook up as the number of people you feel like talking to; there is a greater chance for anonymous encounters (especially if you travel away from home); and one-night stands or quick-and-dirty encounters are always the special of the day.

If this sounds like your cup of tea, do some research to find out where evenings for singles, bisexuals, or social events with sexual themes occur in your town. Check the weekly newspapers in the nearest major city for sexy events such as fetish parties, erotic dance contests, or even adult Halloween parties. Make sure the place you decide on is for adults only and has a sexual theme of interest to you on the night you go to increase your chances of finding someone compatible. Swingers' and sex parties are terrific places for finding new people to add to your twosome—you can read more about them in
Chapter 8
, “Public Sex.” You can also check out hotels and bed-and-breakfast retreats that openly advertise or acknowledge sexual activity among guests.

Some couples know exactly what they want, and if that's you, placing an ad is probably the best way to get it. All major metropolitan areas have weekly newspapers (or their online versions): The back pages are where you'll find the sexual ads. These are great for finding people who are looking for what you've got, or for advertising your wishes for someone out there to grant. There will be a section for couples, possibly with subcategories; read the ads thoroughly to see what will work best for your situation. You can advertise online as well, but to find someone local you'll need to use local resources (including online bulletin boards and personal ad services). If you don't care where your partners are located,
or want to have cybersex threesomes with cameras and streaming video, you can place your ad in whatever venue you feel is appropriate.

Read other people's ads to get an idea of how to write yours and be as clear and concise as you can. Keep in mind that people can be pretty dishonest in their ads, so answer ads with caution. And be aware that ads asking for “generosity” or “donations” are code for sex workers. If you feel that advertising, sex parties, and cruising aren't your game and you'd prefer a more straightforward arrangement, you might consider hiring a sex worker or two to fulfill your fantasies. If so, read
Chapter 7
, “Strip Clubs, Phone Sex, and Call Girls—for Two.”

California Dreaming

BY
A
LISON
T
YLER

Alden wanted to watch another man fuck me.

You just can't say it any plainer than that.

As he rolled me over in bed, parting my long legs and sliding his cock deep inside me, he whispered his favorite fantasy. “Just once,” he assured me. “Oh, baby. Just one time. I know what you're like in bed. I know how you feel, and how you look, and how you taste. But I want to watch another man learn those sexy secrets. I want to see you come while he takes care of you.”

“He?” I asked.

Doggie-style lets Alden go in deep, and for a moment, he couldn't respond. But even though I was as turned on as my man, I wouldn't let up, waiting only a moment before murmuring more insistently,
“He?”
as I gazed into the mirror above our bed and stared at our reflections. Alden is dark-haired and bronze-skinned, with gray-green eyes that sheen with an insatiable sexual appetite.

“You know who—” Alden said, slamming faster now, really fucking me. I slid one hand between my legs and touched my clit, fingering myself gently as Alden continued, “you
know
, baby. The pool guy.”

Oh, god. The pool guy.

Alden and I rent a large, Spanish-style bungalow in sun-drenched Santa Monica. The best part about the house is the backyard pool—a lush aqua gem in a lagoon setting. And the best part about the pool is the stunning man who comes once a week to clean it. Talk about your California dreaming…. Will is tall and long-limbed, with birch-blond hair and eyes that rival the blue of the deep end of our oval pool. When I first saw him, I felt that naughty pang you get when you're in a long-term relationship and notice a particularly beautiful specimen.

Although I've never been much of a swimmer, I instantly began to fantasize about taking a decadent dip into the pleasurable waters of sex with Will. Now that I'd been given free reign to enjoy these fantasies, they came more and more often. In bed, in the shower, in line at the grocery store. Whenever I closed my eyes, that vision awaited me. I was California daydreaming, in a constant state of enhanced arousal. Somehow, though, the naughtiness didn't disappear even though these fantasies were green-lighted by my man. Because Alden wasn't suggesting a threesome, where he might go out and have a beer with Will at the tapas bar around the corner, explain the sex-charged situation, then casually invite him into our boudoir—no, he wanted to watch, surreptitiously watch, while I got it on with the pool guy.

And the thing of it is, nothing had ever excited me more.

“Here's the deal,” I explained to my boyfriend after many pleasurable fantasy sessions. “I don't want to plan this to death. If it happens, it happens; otherwise, we can forget about it. This isn't something I'm willing to force.”

That was good enough for Alden—and as it turned out, he didn't have to wait long. Next week, when Will arrived, I knew what to do. I walked by the pool in my indecently short white robe and settled myself on one of the outdoor wood-and-canvas lounges, as if I were innocently positioned there to catch a few mid-afternoon rays. Alden was upstairs in his office, and I knew that if he looked out through the blinds he'd be able to see everything.

“Hey,” Will said to me, quickly glancing up from his job.

“Hey,” I said back, untying my white terry-cloth robe and letting it fall open. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Not a string bikini. Not a skimpy thong. With my shades on, I pretended to completely ignore Will, but I knew he wasn't able to do the same with me. No straight man could have. His eyes were focused on the silky expanse of skin showing in the parting of the robe. I could almost feel him grow hard from where he stood.

After a few minutes, he walked to my side of the pool, then to my side of the lounge, and finally he sat down right at the edge.

“You're going to burn,” he said, reaching for the suntan lotion.

“You mean it's going to get so hot?”

He looked at me, eyebrows raised.

“You know,” I smiled, shaking the robe off completely. “When we fuck—”

That's all the encouragement he needed. But before we continued, I reached into the pocket of my robe for a condom.

“You're prepared,” he grinned.

“Like you wouldn't believe.”

“And what does Alden think about all this?” he asked, as he rolled on the condom.

“We have an arrangement…” I whispered.

“Oh,” he breathed, “an
arrangement
.”

His hands were rich with the oil and he slid them up and down my naked body. I breathed in deep to catch the tropical scent of the oil mixed with the bougainvillea growing on the stucco and the sweet honeysuckle way at the back of the yard. I sighed and arched, and Will rolled me over and pressed me down on the towel, his shorts open, his body on mine.

I visualized Alden watching every move. I could see it in my mind as he pressed himself up to the blinds, one firm hand on his rigid cock, tugging as he watched Will enter me from behind. That thought brought me even higher as Will gripped my
auburn ponytail and steeled me for what turned out to be a wild ride. His rock-hard body slammed into mine with each thrust. The combination of the action and the thought of my man watching everything had me slippery wet, with juices dripping down my inner thighs.

“God, you're hot,” Will sighed as he bucked against me.

“On fire—” I agreed, pushing back into him, meeting and matching him stride for stride. I didn't look up to the second floor as I came. I closed my eyes and let the world disappear. Will brought his fingertips to my swollen clit, extending the pleasure for me as he drove in deep.

“Where is he?” Will hissed against my neck. “Where?”

“Upstairs.”

Will jutted his chin upward, and I felt a connection made between the three of us: me, Alden, and my new lover. Or should I say, “our” new lover.

“Tell him to come downstairs,” Will demanded.

“You—” I told him, sighing. “Oh, Will, you do it.”

He called out Alden's name, and then I heard the sound of feet on the steps, and the screen door opening. I looked up to see my man standing there, a waiting, willing smile on his face.

California dreaming? Maybe. But every once in a while even the most fantastic dreams can come true.

CHAPTER
6

Weaving a Spell: Striptease, Hot Talk, and Erotic Massage

Nothing weaves a spell of seduction like a sexy striptease or a sensuous lap dance. You can bring a lover to full arousal—and some even to orgasm—with dirty talk. A rousing bout of phone sex can leave you both hot for round two in person. And a surprise erotic massage can turn therapeutic touch into an incendiary encounter. Each of these skills has been honed by the pros: exotic dancers, phone-sex workers, and erotic masseuses. When you bring these skills home, your lover will think they've found an erotic genie in a bottle, and you'll reap the rewards of feeling like the sexiest vixen alive.

Putting your sexuality onstage, talking a blue streak, and rubbing 'em down might seem daunting at first—but these skills of seduction and sex play can make you as compelling as a force of nature. Confidence and
sexiness are the seductive powers of both the virile player and the femme fatale, and when you develop these deceptively simple talents, you won't have to be an exhibitionist or have a dancer's body to make it happen. All you need is the desire to light his or her fire, and to learn a few tricks that'll turn it into a roaring blaze. Your goal is an encounter that turns you both on.