The big house has a large separate stable block with a small living area inside. I often include this in my walk, stopping to feed and stroke the horses, then go on my way. The current groom is a really ugly man who, by great luck, has found himself an equally ugly woman to marry and they are planning to move away. This character is called Hilton, and he takes great delight in shocking me and making lewd comments whenever I go near the stables. He's so repulsive it means nothing to me, but this day he tells me that he has a stud horse of fine quality to breed with one of our mares and asks if I'd care to watch. I feign uninterest, but secretly I'm curious and I go with him to the stable.
The atmosphere inside is strange. It smells of sweat and steam and of a strange kind of excitement. The mare is reluct ant and backs off as she's cornered by the stud horse. Hilton looks on leering, telling me that, although they are animals, it's exciting. I pretend to be disgusted and turn on my heel to walk away, though I want to watch it all. But Hilton's face and the atmosphere make me want to leave. In the days that follow I hear Hilton has finally left and a new groom has moved into the stable. Apparently he's very good with horses and expected to do well, being Romany. I know a little about the Romany and feel excited that a man of mystery is in the stable. They tell me his name is Jack, and I imagine that he's probably as old as everyone else.
One hot night I feel more than usually unsettled. It's spring; the woods around the house are alive again, and everywhere there's love and sex, but not for me. The night is so warm I get no comfort indoors so I go outside to take a walk to the lake. My gown is wet against my body, and I walk on the soft grass down into the woods. As I pass the stable block, I hear horses whinnying and see a light in the windows, although it's late. Out of curiosity, I go over and look through the window. In the candlelit stable I see horses and a man thrashing about. Wanting a better view, I slip through the open door, a conveni ent beam becoming a good place to hide and peer out from. The scene unfolds like a dream: the groom Jack is the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He's tall, well over six feet, and has shoulderlength dark hair. His face is very masculine, with dark stubble, his shoulders broad. Dark hair spills down his chest, ending in a delightful trickle into loosely belted trousers. He's sweaty, he's dirty, and he looks magnificent. He's getting two horses to mate but is much more successful than Hilton as the mare is willing. The stud mounts the mare and I gasp in amazement at the size of his cock. As the stud services the mare, Jack keeps up his encouragement. The air is so highly charged you can taste it. The servicing goes on for some time, and I see a change in Jack's face. His eyes blaze; he runs his hand through his hair and looks agitated – or is it excited? – as the horse comes down.
Jack turns to wash his arms and hands. As he rubs the soap over his body, his movements become more deliberate. He runs it over his stomach and to the edge of his belt, then he suddenly drops the soap, walks over to a pile of hay bales and lazily lies back against them. I sigh, and he looks over; maybe he heard me, I'm not sure. Jack continues to rub over his chest and stomach with one hand, then with the other he undoes the buckle of his belt and opens the first two buttons, releasing a big and very hard cock. He pulls down his trousers and in the candlelight traces he grasps it in his hand and, after some very slow strokes, begins to move his hand faster. The act becomes frantic and I watch in awe as this magnificent man pleasures himself. After what seems quite a long time, he groans in a gentle, low way and comes over his stomach. By this time I feel faint with desire, but I don't want to move and break the spell.
Jack stands up after some time and washes his body, drying himself with handfuls of sweet hay. He makes himself a bed among the sacks and straw and half covers himself with a rough blue blanket, dimming his lantern. Not knowing what to do, I stand there hiding, wanting to go to him as he lies back with his arms behind his head. There's a movement and I see that his cock is aroused again, and Jack calls out, 'I know you are there. I have watched you. I have stood outside your window wanting you, I have followed you and had to stop myself from taking you then and there in the woods and by the lake and everywhere you've been!' He then pulls back the blanket and I walk over to him. I kneel down and he rips off my flimsy gown, lifts my hair up and buries his face into my neck, kissing me passionately.
J, age 25
Heterosexual
Virgin
Celibate
University degree
Marketing Executive
Scotland, UK
Being a randy little madam, anything used to turn me on. I especially liked lesbian things (which continues somewhat today) and the whole teacher and pupil scenario. I enjoyed watching porn and reading anything with a little sex in it. As soon as I was old enough I was reading those bodice-rippers that do have some nice sex in them, then moved onto bigger and better things as I got older. I still like to watch porn (especially rough and ready sex, lesbian sex, group sex and pure fantasy films). I also enjoy reading erotic stories. I take things that have happened through my boring workdays and change their outcome so that we all get some good sex, which is always a turn-on when I see their boring selves the next day in the office and they have no idea what I've been thinking of.
I am still technically a virgin, but, as I've grown up, I've found myself less bothered by how much I fantasise and what I fantasise about. I have developed from just reading a story or watching a film to fantasising about what I would have liked to see happen, so I'm becoming more sexually confident – strange but true. And I know what I like and have no problems with demanding it – if only I could find a decent, good-looking rich man to give it all to me! The only thing that holds me back is the lack of a decent man/decent men. I have never even found someone that I could use for a little while. If they're sweet and cute then I walk all over them and if they're selfconfident then they know their own worth and only go for big-titted, common sluts – dammit all to hell! If I found a man I would have no problem with sharing/acting out all my fantasies with him. And then sharing his! So long as I trusted him then anything's possible.
One of my current favourite fantasies is that of an early nineteenth-century lady who lives in a house with her parents. One night the butler (who's a slightly older man than her) catches her trying to sneak a man into her room and basically, to cut a long story short, bribes her into sucking him off to prevent him from telling her parents of her behaviour. She is a novice, untutored, and he teaches her what she should do. After that, the pair find ways to be together when the house is empty. They fuck on the doorstep, on the stairs, in the ser vant's quarters, in her bed, her parent's bed, and against a lot of walls. Lots of really hot, deep, sweaty sex – nothing sweet and pure! I think I like the whole reverse-role thing where the submissive person is actually the person in the dominating position, and I am a fan of bodice-ripper scenes. The actual fantasy/storyline changes each time, but I do like to have fun with it. It's like dress-up for my mind!
Nicola, age 30
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
College student
Manchester, UK
I enjoy fantasising about inexperienced younger men to whom I teach lots of rude things, or geeky guys who don't think anyone could find them attractive, but under their glasses and nerdy clothes is a bu-, sexy man with great stamina. I now know that my imagination and experiences don't have to involve me just pleasuring the man and not receiving pleasure. More often than not I get it all and they get little or none. I would love to be a dominatrix.
Here is my fantasy. I am a mixed race, big and beautiful princess in Georgian times and I live with my parents and two younger brothers in a country house, since my naval officer husband was lost at sea. My father doesn't like me being lonely, so he asks his younger naval captain friend to marry me. I like the captain; he's friendly and kind and very handsome. In the drawing room one evening the captain and I are having a conversation after everyone has retired to bed. He says he's
going away for a few weeks and is happy to be marrying me because I make him very aroused, and he tells me that he'd like it if I were his madam and would I please punish him. He adds that he has to be dominating in his job, so he wants me to dominate him. I find this really exciting and decide to play along. I tell him that I'm going to punish him for looking at my big breasts while we were dining and I instruct him to bend over the table with his trousers down and his bottom in the air. While he's doing this, I get my riding crop. I position myself to the side of him and spank him with it, soft at first, then harder. I'm really getting a thrill, and he's so excited that when I let him stand up he spurts come all over my dress. I make him get on his hands and knees and lick it off, which he does obediently. I tell him that he must come to see me tomorrow for more punishment.
The next day I again meet up with the captain in the drawing room, where it's quiet. He says he has been thinking about me all day and that he couldn't sit down for hours because I whipped him very well, adding that if there's anything he can do for me then I should let him know. I nod my head and tell him I'm very angry that he enjoyed what I did and that I'll have to punish him harder today for enjoying it so much. He has an excited glint in his eye, but pretends to be very sorry. I pick up my riding crop and instruct him to strip. He takes off all his clothes and folds them, placing them neatly on the nearest chair, which I find quite sweet. He then stands naked and erect in the middle of the room.
I walk slowly around my fiancé studying every part of him, paying careful attention to his long legs, lean body and firm buttocks with its faint pink lines. Looking at these lines that I'd made only yesterday makes me very aroused. I'm aware that he feels uncomfortable being so closely scrutinised, but that only makes me more excited. I walk up behind him and whisper in his ear for him to get on his hands and knees atop the desk so I can see him better. He does so tentatively, trying hard not to show his excitement. I can see his balls hanging down; I tap them lightly with my riding crop and hear a sharp intake of breath, so I tap them harder and harder. The captain tells me that if I keep doing that he will come. I say that he's not to talk to me and that he is only to come when I say so. He nods and lowers his head, and I whip him on his bottom hard to show him I'm his boss. He whimpers, which drives me to whip him again and again, causing three angry red lines to appear on his behind. I tell him to lie on his back, and when he does his dick points right up to the ceiling. I stroke the riding crop slowly up and down his hard shaft and see his balls tighten, telling me that he's ready to come. He tries to touch his cock, but I hit his hands away, reminding him that I will tell him when he's allowed to come. But I myself am so aroused at the control I have that it's all I can do to stop myself from lifting up the skirts of my dress and lowering myself onto his hard rod. He looks into my eyes and I can see that he's at his limit so I tell him, 'OK, Captain, give it your best shot', and at this he shoots his load straight up into the air with a loud groan. He has come all over himself and I tell him to clean himself up. While he's doing so, I walk over to the chair on which he carefully placed his clothes earlier. I take his hanky out of his pocket, lift up my skirts, spread my legs, and wipe the hanky between my pussy lips until a big, wet, sweet-smelling stain appears. I replace the hanky just before the captain returns, still naked but clean. I sit on the edge of the desk and lift up my skirts, showing him my moist pussy. His eyes grow wide and his member grows hard again. I tell the captain to kneel between my legs, and he buries his face in my pussy, licking and nibbling my clit so well that he makes me come with such a force I nearly fall off the desk.
He rises to his feet and stands between my legs. I can feel his hardness pressing against my pussy lips. He leans forwards and whispers in my ear, 'I know it is wrong for me to take your innocence before we are married but I ask your permission to let me please you the way you please me.' He steps back, his eyes pleading, and I remind him that I was married before and that I would be honoured if he pleased me, so with a smile he slowly enters me. I wrap my arms around him and as he goes deeper I can feel my orgasm rise. The captain thrusts his solid member deeper and harder inside me and brings me to the most amazing orgasm I've ever had. As I come I feel him explode deep inside me.
After our breathing stabilises, the captain looks me in the eye and smiles, saying he is going to enjoy being married to me. I tell him he's allowed to get dressed, to which he bows, and that makes me smile. When the captain is fully dressed, he gives me a long passionate kiss and says he will miss me while he's away. As he walks out of the door, I tell him that if he misses me too much he can smell the hanky. Intrigued, he pulls out his hanky and smells it and, as he does, a huge smile spreads across his face.
Name withheld, age 44
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Master's degree
User-Interface Designer
California, USA
I mostly fantasise about being dominated, overwhelmed, manhandled, or otherwise forced into sexual situations. In these fantasies I am being lusted after madly and seduced, and occasionally being worshipped, or being the seducer of a sweet young thing. One of my long-time favourites is a classic Victor ian romance-type fantasy. I'm a proper young lady in Victorian times (more or less), wearing a long elaborate gown with a plunging neckline. I've slipped away from a party and my chaperone to meet secretly with a young man – a handsome, fair young man whose family owns the estate where the party is being held. We've agreed to rendezvous in a quiet room, but he hasn't yet arrived. While I'm waiting for him, his good-for-nothing half-brother lets himself into the room and finds me there.
The half-brother is handsome in a dark, cruel, sneering way. He's bitter because he's older but has somehow been cheated out of his rightful place as his father's heir. When he sees me, he knows immediately what I'm doing here. He torments me a while with verbal fencing – I desperately want him to leave before his brother comes and our plans are revealed. He suggests he might tell my chaperone that he found me here, alone, clearly planning to meet someone . . . who?
I decide to bolt from the room, but he has locked the door. I turn back and find him standing there, too close to me. He tells me I'm really quite beautiful . . . and starts stroking my hair, my neck . . . I tell him to take his hands off me, I threaten to scream . . . He asks if I want to explain to everyone why I'm here alone in this room with him in the first place.
I'm trying to decide what to do, but his hands are distracting me. He's holding me too close, now he's kissing my neck, moving down to my breasts . . . I try to pull away, but he's holding me too tightly. Suddenly he throws me onto the sofa and looms over me. I try to struggle up, but I'm tangled in my gown and his weight is pressing down on me. His hands are everywhere, he's biting my neck and then, in a fit of passion, he tears open the front of my gown. I cry out but he covers my mouth with his . . . I'm going liquid, I can't believe what's happening to me.
He chuckles; he knows what's happening. He says it's lucky he got to me first, his brother wouldn't know what to do with a girl like me. He lifts up my skirt, reaches underneath . . . I beg him not to do it, but he won't listen, he won't stop . . . and I'm not sure I really want him to. I threaten again to scream, and he asks if I want everyone to see me all exposed like this.
His hand is in a place that I don't even want to know I have, I'm melting, I'm panting, I don't know what's happening . . . Then his hands are at his own waist and the next thing I know something is entering me Down There. I try to cry out but I'm coming . . .
Knock, Knock . . . Who's There?
Name withheld, age 43
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Some college
Executive Assistant
North Carolina, USA
My current fantasy is to have sex with a totally hot, tall, dark and handsome stranger. After strong passionate kisses, we will slowly undress each other, then he'll guide me over to
the bed and lay me on my back. He takes off my panties and runs his hands over my pussy and sni-s me. He uses his fingers to open my lips and slowly licks my clit. He plunges his tongue deep inside me, tasting my juices and telling me how good I taste. My back is arched, and he puts his hand on my stomach and tells me to calm down because this is going to take a while. I claw at the sheets as I feel his tongue circling my clit and licking my lips hungrily. He pushes my legs up high and licks all the way down to my asshole. He licks and teases me by sticking his tongue in just a little way. He then asks me if I've ever had someone tongue-fuck my ass and I whisper no. He plunges his tongue in my ass and I can feel it slowly moving in and out. I'm dizzy with desire because this is so taboo but feels so good. He licks and sucks my hole and fingers my pussy. He pulls his fingers out and licks them and then starts devouring my clit and pussy again. I scream out loudly as he brings me to climax and he keeps on licking. I try to squirm away, but he grabs my thighs and pulls me back even closer to him and his darting tongue. He looks up and says, 'I told you this was going to take a while.' My body is covered in goose bumps and he starts in on what will be a wave of orgasms for me. He then flips me over and licks my ass from behind. I'm on all fours and trembling, his tongue hungrily slurping all the juice from my pussy. I arch my back and grind my ass into his face. He pulls back and says, 'Yes, baby . . . give that ass to me. Make me suck you and tongue you harder.' I explode again and I can feel the juices begin to run down my thighs . . . I feel his tongue licking anxiously after those juices and I cannot believe that I am being devoured like this. He is so hungry for every last drop and never takes his hands off me. He grips my ass and plunges his tongue deep inside me, sucking and moaning and slurping me . . . I can hardly take it. I scream out for him to fuck me . . . he says he won't yet. He works his way from my dripping cunt to my asshole and plunges his tongue inside me again. I'm shaking, I'm moaning and screaming and grasping at the sheets. I beg him to fuck me. He mounts me from behind and then stops. He pulls out and asks me to suck him. I scurry around like a dog in heat and take his hard veiny cock in my mouth. I hear him let out a long moan and he tells me how hot my mouth is and not to suck him to completion because he has other plans for the load he has inside him. I suck hungrily and I feel his hands running through my hair. He tells me how good my ass looks from that angle and I suck him even harder. I taste his sweet pre-come and I want more. He pushes me back and tells me not to be such a greedy girl. I smile and he pushes me back around onto my knees. I am breathing so heavily with the anticipation of his first thrust into me. He takes me and starts out slowly but very deeply. His cock feels amazing . . . like hard steel. He picks up his pace and stops momentarily to lick my pussy again to tell me how good it tastes and feels . . . I scream for him to fuck me harder. He plunges deep into me and grabs my ass tightly and he unloads his hot come inside me . . . I scream out and orgasm too. The thought of him driving into me drives me wild. He screams out my name and then pulls out and plunges his hard dripping cock into my ass. I gasp out loudly but love it. He pounds me hard and I come again. He stops and then gets on his knees and buries his face in my dripping pussy and eats me all over again.
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