Nice Couples Do

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  COPYRIGHT

  NICE COUPLES DO. Copyright © 1991 by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

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  ISBN: 978-0-7595-2120-9

  A trade paperback edition of this book was published in 1991 by Warner Books.

  First eBook Edition: February 2001

  FANTASIES CAN COME TRUE.

  THEY CAN HAPPEN TO YOU.

  “The guard is going to punish his prisoner,” Dave murmured, “and there’s nothing she can do about it.” As he watched Judy’s face, he realized he was as excited as she was by the images on the movie screen. Yes, he wanted to see his wife tied up, at his mercy, and it was clear she wanted it, too. Dave vowed to make it happen…

  Cory’s massages were always professional. His face was immobile while he stroked and kneaded the firm flesh of his female clients, never letting his hands move in an erotic manner. Until he met Lilia…

  At midnight, the guests unmasked and their host announced the prize winners. To no one’s surprise, Susan, dressed as a sexy girl pirate, and Frank, her half-naked slave and bodyguard, won first prize. But the best prize for both of them came a little later, once they got home…

  “I could make you a crystal that would make you irresistible to men,” said the wizard to the love-lorn Gabrielle, “but you would have to agree to my conditions. I just want to watch you and some handsome man make love right here in my workroom.”

  “Is that really all?” the beautiful Gabrielle replied…

  JOAN LLOYD is a high school teacher who lives outside of New York City. Of herself, she says, “Like ‘J,’ the author of The Sensuous Woman, I’m someone who stumbled on new activities to increase the range of my sexual activity. And I’ve found a new way to communicate with my sexual partner—a way that works. I wrote this book to share with you the wonderful things I’ve learned.”

  This book is dedicated:

  To my family, immediate and extended, for all their support.

  To Jamie and Meg for all their help.

  To ‘Pete’ for showing me how.

  To Ed for teaching me why.

  If you are the recipient of this book, don’t panic.

  Someone is trying to tell you something wonderful.

  Contents

  COPYRIGHT

  FANTASIES CAN COME TRUE.

  1: MY STORY

  2: BOOKMARKING—WHY AND HOW

  3: UNSPOKEN CLUES

  4: FIRST TIMES

  5: EROTIC SURROUNDINGS

  6: GAMES OF CONTROL

  7: TOYS

  8: MASSAGE

  9: DIRTY TALK

  10: ANAL SEX

  11: AVOIDING SOME PITFALLS

  12: BEDTIME STORIES

  13: STORY STARTERS

  CONCLUSION

  1

  MY STORY

  Ten years ago, my husband and I divorced after almost twenty years of marriage. The reasons are irrelevant. My marriage had been over for a long time before my husband and I actually separated. After my husband departed, I felt great relief and I’m sure he felt the same. We went our separate ways without much rancor and are still friends.

  Typical children of our generation, when we married in the early sixties we were just out of our teens. My husband had some sexual experience, gained in the front seat of his car. I had none. Therefore, we had no way of knowing what was possible or what we enjoyed.

  So we explored. We petted in his 1956 Chevy while listening to rock music and watching the “submarine races.” I can still remember how my hunger was satisfied when he touched my breasts. I had never gone further so his touching my nipples was a culmination of some kind.

  Then, when he first touched my vagina, through my underpants, again there was a degree of satisfaction. This continued through his touching my bare skin, putting his fingers inside me, and my learning the rudiments of touching him. Each time we took a step forward into a land where I had never been before, it was exhilarating.

  The first time we made love—yes, it was making love and not just fucking—it was delicious. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him inside of me. It was missionary position, but that was fine with me.

  Through my years of marriage, I read. As romance novels became popular, I read books by Rosemary Rogers, Jennifer Wilde, and Danielle Steel. In some, there were actual descriptions of sex; in others, the author just alluded to it. Always, the sexual exploits of the hero and heroine were of a type that I had never experienced. I thought they were only the stuff of fiction.

  I started to think that maybe there was more to sex than missionary position quickies or missionary position longies, but I had no idea how to talk to my husband about sex.

  Understand that I’m not faulting my husband. It was mutual ignorance. I didn’t know what I wanted, and even if I had, I wouldn’t have known how to ask for it. He may well have had the same problem.

  At thirty, I learned about masturbation and practiced until I could give myself a physically satisfying orgasm. I frequently did so in the bathroom in the middle of the night, after a particularly erotic dream or a less-than-fulfilling experience with my husband.

  In the late seventies, after my divorce, I began the sexual experimentation that I hadn’t done as a young adult. I quickly learned that one-night stands weren’t sexually rewarding. On the contrary, they usually left me more frustrated than I had been when I started. They were good for my ego, since I repeatedly proved to myself that I was an attractive woman, but they did not satisfy my desire to make something more out of my sex life.

  In 1983, a small incident with a man in my office introduced me to the world of creative sex and provided me with the key to my own ability to communicate sexually.

  I had been having lunch with a man, whom I will call Pete, once a week for a few months. Our talks had gotten intimate enough so that he knew I was unattached and hungry. He was certainly hitting on me and I was willing to be hit upon.

  He was also recently divorced and a bit more uninhibited in his conversation than I was. Gradually, he revealed that he was involved in a few sexual relationships, one of which involved sexual activities that were, shall we say, not in the mainstream.

  Although I blushed as he described some of these activities, I think my face quickly revealed that I was titillated. He asked me whether I had ever considered “spicing up my sex life.” I didn’t know exactly how to respond. I couldn’t admit anything, so I stammered some inane reply. He sensed my communication problem.

  “It has always upset me,” he said, “that two people could be interested in the same thing and never have the ability to communicate what that is.”

  “Yeah, me, too,” was all that I could say.

  “Maybe I have a way that we can explore our mutual interests without talking.”

  I was fascinated, but Pete changed the subject and we parted that afternoon without my learning anything more.

  The next morning, I found a copy of an erotic magazine in a paper bag on my desk chair. There was a note attached.

  Read this magazine sometime when you’re alone. Find an article that excites you. Put a bookmark in the appropriate page and put the magazine in my top desk drawer.

  The note was signed P.

  I had never read a magazine like this one, which specialized in exotic sex. There was a section on voyeurism, o
ne on threesomes, and one, which nearly drove me crazy, on bondage.

  Three days later, I crept into Pete’s office before he arrived at work and, with trembling hands, I put the magazine in his desk. I had put a bookmark in an article about a woman who had been tied to a bed, teased, and eventually well fucked.

  Just before lunch, Pete stuck his head into my office. I was on a long-distance phone call, so I couldn’t talk to him. I didn’t have to. He walked over to my chair and tied a thin ribbon around my wrist. Then, surreptitiously, he stroked the obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. Then he winked and left.

  I could hardly sit still. I completed my phone call and, with my heart pounding, I went into his office.

  “Is that really what interests you?” Pete asked without preamble.

  I still couldn’t talk about it. I just nodded.

  “Would you like me to tie you up like the woman in the article and make love to you for hours?” he asked.

  I couldn’t have said a word. I swallowed hard and just nodded again.

  “How about after work today, my place. I’ll meet you by the elevators at five-thirty. And just leave the ribbon around your wrist to remind you of what we’re going to do later.” As if I could forget.

  The rest of my brief relationship with Pete is history. Let me just say that our time together was a turning point in my sex life.

  I spent the next few years trying to communicate my desires for unconventional sex with my partners. A few were unreceptive and thought that sexual creativity was something for whores and their johns. Nice girls weren’t interested in those things, or shouldn’t be. I tried to explain that enjoyment is where you find it and that there are all kinds of experiences in the world, but their minds were closed. Those relationships didn’t last long.

  Other men were freer than I had been and were able to communicate desires of all types. We talked and played and enjoyed.

  With still others, introducing the topic of varied sex and establishing a dialogue opened a world of sexual experimentation. Once or twice, what a man suggested was not my cup of tea. I merely said, in one way or another, “How about this instead.” Sometimes, he wasn’t interested in an activity I mentioned. One of us then suggested something else. Never did we fail to find something mutually exciting and rewarding.

  During those years of exploration, I came to some conclusions. I believe that most of us have desires that go unexpressed and therefore unfulfilled. Some men go to prostitutes to do the things of which they are sure their wives would disapprove. Both men and women use singles bars to pick up partners for an evening of dinner and bed, hoping that variety will indeed be the spice of their lives.

  However, while we used to be able to freely go outside of our primary relationship to try to find what we’d been looking for, it is now imperative for us to find a way to communicate our desires to our partner and try new activities at home. In the age of AIDS, sport fucking is a thing of the past, or soon will be. The penalty for promiscuity may be death. We must do our experimenting at home! And that is where the fun begins.

  For the last five years, I have had a monogamous relationship with a wonderful man named Ed. Over those years, Ed and I have discovered and explored our varied appetites, and they are, in most cases, not very different. We more than meet each other’s needs and we still experiment and find new things to enjoy together. That is not to say that all our experiments give both of us equal pleasure. Some games we have tried and discarded because one or the other of us didn’t enjoy them.

  What is the secret of our mutual exploration? First, we have accepted that anything we want to try that doesn’t hurt anyone and that gives us both pleasure is okay. Second, we have learned how to communicate—how to make suggestions and how to say no. Third, we have learned that a fully rewarding sexual life is worth the limited risks we do take and we have learned how to communicate to minimize those risks. We have explored many areas of off-center sex, using bookmarking, as Pete and I did. We expanded by using erotic stories both to excite each other and to explore other sexual possibilities. We had to learn through experience, and we made many mistakes along the way.

  Over the years since Pete and I first explored new types of sexual activity, I have read many books about creative sex. I looked for suggestions about other activities Ed and I could try and some of the problems we might encounter with them. I had hoped that some would help me to avoid various awkward situations my partner and I got into. While many of those other books and articles said “Try something new,” “Make love in the bathroom,” “Buy some sexy lingerie or some sex toys,” none of them went into much detail about what to try or how to get past the embarrassment of trying to buy toys or underwear. None of them talked about rug burns or giggling at just the wrong moment or why I don’t have seventeen orgasms every night. And none of them covered ways to minimize the risks while you communicate a desire to be tied to the bed or to try anal sex. My partner and I had to muddle through on our own and we learned a lot.

  So now you know about me. Like J, the author of The Sensuous Woman, I’m someone who stumbled on new ways to increase the range of my sexual activity. And I’ve found a new way to communicate with my sexual partner—a way that works. I wrote this book to share with you the wonderful things I’ve learned.

  This book goes further than any other book you’ve read about sexual creativity. It will use both narrative and erotic literature to suggest new activities that might be enjoyable both to you and your partner. It will also discuss some communication techniques that I have used to suggest things about which I had a hard time talking. It will cover many of the things that I have learned the hard way so you can avoid some of the awkwardness and embarrassment I’ve experienced.

  As you read, try to keep your mind open. You needn’t be interested in “kinky sex” to benefit. This book can help you express any desires from “I think I’d like to be touched this way” to “Have you ever considered making love while dangling from a chandelier?”

  Nothing I will say here is a panacea, a cure-all for an ailing relationship. In any relationship, however, there are new things that remain to be discovered if partners can find a way to communicate. Wouldn’t it be a shame if you and your partner had the same sexual fantasies but you never found a way to share them?

  So the intention of this book is to assist communication, not to advocate a change in your lifestyle—unless you want one.

  WRITING THIS BOOK

  Pronouns were a problem for me as I wrote this book. As a woman, I tend to write from the female point of view. However, there is very little here that is specific to one sex or the other. So I often use the word partner, trying to avoid references to the gender of your vis-à-vis.

  Personally, I am irritated by attempts to eliminate sexism in books by using a he/she construction. It offends my ear, if nothing else, and much of this book is meant to be read aloud. However, in writing this book, it was sometimes necessary to use the words he or she. I solved the problem in the only way I felt I could. I used the words at random, sometimes changing the gender in the middle of a paragraph. In most cases, the gender of the character is immaterial. Of course, if you are reading aloud, change the pronouns to suit.

  There may be women reading this who feel that there are situations and suggestions that are anti-feminist or chauvinistic, that the man’s needs dominate my writing. I’m not advocating turning any woman into a sex machine whose job it is to please her man at the expense of her self. As a matter of fact, I’m saying just the opposite. Both sexes have needs, valid ones that deserve to be discussed and satisfied, as long as both partners agree. Being sexy is in no way antifeminist. One of the goals of the feminist movement is to make women aware of their own needs and desires and convince them to ask for what they want. Relax and don’t get hung up on sexism.

  Besides sexism, words presented me with another problem in writing this book. I read a lot of erotic literature and I am sometimes turned off by what I read
. Most of the time, my reactions are triggered not by the actions involved but by the language used. Therefore, one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make while writing this book was what to call vaginas and penises.

  One approach is to call genitals by their correct anatomical names. However, some people find those terms very clinical and a sexual turnoff. I sympathize. A colorful phrase here and there titillates the senses and adds to erotic stimulation.

  On the other hand, many erotic magazines go to extraordinary lengths to use “sexy” words and phrases and to avoid repetition. Personally, I find the terms hungry love tunnel and throbbing pole turnoffs. Those publishers sell magazines, though, so there must be people out there who find those phrases exciting.

  The end result of all my editorial musing was the rerealization that what turns some people on, turns others off, and, of course, that’s what this book is about.

  Therefore, in writing this book, I have used the words penis and vagina, as well as cock, cunt, and pussy. I think they are terms that will not offend too many readers.

  As you already know, the book you are reading is about sex. It is explicit, filled with erotic stories and suggestions that you can use to enhance your sexual relationship.

  If you usually skip the sexy parts of a novel because you want to get on with the story, or you won’t see an R-rated movie for fear of being grossed out, maybe you shouldn’t continue reading. Put the book back on the shelf or, if you have already bought it, give it to a friend who might benefit from it.

  If you have received this book as a gift from a husband, wife, or lover, congratulations. Someone out there is trying to tell you something wonderful—to suggest that there are new things that you might enjoy together.

  If there are sections that you view as “kinky,” and they offend you, skip them.

  Most important, don’t prejudge. If you find yourself labeling the book as a whole or sections of it “good” or “bad,” stop. Suspend your value judgments. Things that are enjoyed privately by you and your partner harm no one and can improve your relationship. And the communication skills that you master in the bedroom cannot help but spill over into other aspects of your life together.