Abi, age 30
Heterosexual
Celibate
Master's degree
Writer
Northwest Cheshire, UK
I've had plenty of sexual experiences and I've had very adventurous boyfriends, so I was allowed to try out whatever took my fancy. I'm now celibate by choice, but I secretly delight in the knowledge of the things I know I can do.
In my fantasy I'm walking through an open garden and I meet my man. He's someone I know, but he's not very familiar. He's a big man physically. I smile and he slips his hands under my flowing blouse and grabs my nipples and starts rubbing and tugging at them. We don't kiss. I slip my hand into his trousers and grab his ass and pinch. There is a little bush with soft grass; it's big enough to hide us but people could still see if they looked. We stand behind it and I move my hand forwards and feel his cock; it's hard, thick and long. He bends his head and starts to suckle my breasts. I'm wearing a skirt and I push him down on the grass and unbuckle his pants just enough to release his cock. I'm very wet and I push my panties aside and mount his cock until it's deep inside and I start to ride him. His hands are clutching my ass but he's still suckling. He gets almost to the point where he climaxes, then I grab his balls and gently pull. He pushes me back on the grass with his cock still inside me, puts my hands together and holds them above my head with one hand while he continues to fondle my breasts with the other and sucks at them, pounding into me, fast then slow, then agonisingly slow and fast again. Just when we're about to climax, I get my hands free and grab his ass and hold him down into me till he empties his passion. We lie there for a while, then we stand up and kiss and he does up his trousers and I pull down my skirt, and we go our separate ways.
C E, age 36
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
No children
Postgraduate degree
Writer/Photographer
New England, USA
A recurring theme in my fantasies is that of having my breasts – or the breasts of the fantasy character that can look quite di-erent from me – manipulated in some way, sometimes roughly, usually while being penetrated. Another theme is being 'serviced' by multiple lovers at the same time. My current favourite fantasy emerged from a dream shared by an email pal. He dreamed that we met in Boston, in winter. I wore a long grey wool coat with nothing on underneath. Somehow we'd find ourselves in a secluded alley. And there, he'd push me against a wall and ravish me. The top button of the coat would come undone so that one breast would be exposed to the elements and to his fingers. As he fucked me, he would pinch that one nipple, until I came.
Marcie, age 34
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
College
Sales
Washington, USA
As I grow older, the more I want my fantasies to come true, to be forced out of my comfort zone – a little. My sex life would improve if my husband wasn't a prude. He is very plain in his tastes. He likes sex in one position, one way, and on Friday nights. It is pretty boring and old. It wasn't like this when we were dating, but it got this way after we were married. I tend to fantasise about having sex with someone I cannot see and don't know, someplace public with people who are watching. However, I don't know that they are watching until it's all over, and I'm left alone.
Lucy, age 21
Heterosexual
Steady relationship, not live-in
No children
Bachelor's degree
PR and Marketing Executive
Derbyshire, UK
I find the idea of being watched very erotic. I often fantasise about masturbating on a webcam with people paying to watch me use my vibrator. I also fantasise regularly about having a threesome with two men, and anal sex. My favourite current fantasy is having sex with a man when somebody is watching, but they don't know I know. Then they suddenly come and join in with us, and we all three have sex, with one man penetrating my vagina, and the other my anus.
Ginger, age 27
Heterosexual
Single, very sexually active
Degree
Journalist
London, UK
My boyfriend doing delicious things to my naked body normally does the trick for me. Occasionally I fantasise about public sex, and sometimes I fantasise about women, although not that often, as I'm a huge fan of the boys. I like confident, masculine men with big strong arms who make me feel like a rag doll. I've always had a strong sexual imagination, and I have an extremely high sex drive, but I'm also quite vanilla. I'm a hopeless romantic, so all my fantasies revolve around romance, sensuality, kisses and cuddles and, of course, one big fat gorgeous naked man! I read a lot of erotica for work, and I get turned on easily by most things, but ultimately thinking about my boyfriend if I haven't seen him for a while is enough to make me weak at the knees. Oh, except for Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise. That gorgeous cowboy started off some amazing fantasies for me aged fourteen.
I have definitely become more confident as I've grown older, and hence have also developed more of a sexual imagination, but, as a hopeless romantic, my fantasies have always revolved around a loving and caring relationship. I watch more porn and read more erotica as part of my job, which I absolutely love, though ultimately my biggest turn-on is and has always been my imagination. I tend to use memory, so I usually think back to a really hot sexual experience I've already had with my boyfriend. Sometimes I just daydream about various sexual encounters we've had, or things I'd like to do with him. Usually it's quite straightforward, but occasionally I daydream that we're doing what we normally do, but there's lots of people watching. I like doggy-style, with him cupping my breasts and kissing my neck.
Name withheld, age 44
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Teaching Assistant Certificate
Teaching Assistant
County Durham, UK
I didn't become aware of my sexuality until I was 38 years old when I met my second husband. I didn't enjoy sex at all and now I can't get enough. When I first met my second husband he was my son's maths teacher and married; I was divorced. We met for a drink one night and ended up having sex in the back of his car. It was the most mind-blowing experience I had ever had. I'd never had multi-orgasms before and they came one after another. He'd never had that e-ect on a woman before so it blew his mind too. I also gushed for the first time. Here is my fantasy.
I go into a bar to wait for someone that doesn't come. I order a drink. I see two men seated at a secluded booth. I catch them looking at me and I turn away. I look again and they are obviously talking about me. One man comes over to the bar and begins to make conversation. He asks me if I would like a drink and if I am waiting for anyone. I tell him that my friend has not turned up and he asks me if I'd like to join him and his friend at their booth. I decide to go for it and follow him over. They both introduce themselves and I do the same. The first man allows me to slide along the seat towards the other man so that I end up sitting between them. We make small talk for a while as the first man slowly slides his hand under the table and strokes my leg. I jump a little at the touch but really enjoy it. The other man sees my reaction and knows his friend has done something to me. Seeing that I have not reacted badly to it, he too places his hand under the table. They are both stroking my outer legs slowly up and down beneath the table where no one can see.
The feeling of two men touching me in a public place makes my heart beat faster and I want more. I begin to open my legs a little, which is easy as I'm wearing a short denim skirt. My legs push against each of the men's legs and they know what I'm doing. Instantly they move their hands and fingers towards my inner thighs and begin to stroke my soft skin. I can feel myself getting wet and rub myself very slowly and gently on the edge of the seat. The first man's fingers move towards my pussy which is throbbing, wanting
attention from these two men. He slowly probes my pussy through my thong and eventually works his fingers into the side and, as an electric shock hits me, the other man steadies me with his other hand. They both smile at me and I allow myself to move slightly forwards, pushing against the first man's fingers, pressing them against my clit. The sensation is incredible and I want more, rocking back and forth. I can feel myself building towards a climax and so does the man. He pushes his fingers deep inside me, making me reach my orgasm, my throbbing wet pussy soaking his fingers. The other man steadies me again, holding me so no one will know what's happening, and he kisses me gently on the cheek. 'My turn,' he says, as they move their hands into opposite positions. I build again very slowly, but this time I take out both of the men's cocks and wank them slowly under the table as I reach another orgasm and another, the two men's hands working in unison, bringing me to climax after climax. I keep working on their throbbing cocks until I bring both of them to climax, their hot salty seed shooting all over my hands and the floor.
Helen, age 45
Heterosexual
Steady relationship, not live-in
College
Self-employed
London, UK
I used to be led and told what to do but now I'm very happy to instigate sex and to lead my partner into areas he hadn't thought of. My current partner is everything I've ever wanted (shame I didn't know this before) and if he talks dirty I'm in heaven. I am now old enough and confident enough to be able to enjoy whatever I want to do without worrying about the consequences. In my favourite fantasy my partner and I are parked in a busy car park at night, but the urge to make love overtakes us and we slowly undress each other, not worrying if anyone see or hears us. We're just wrapped up in the act of pleasuring each other.
Sonya, age 42
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Some college
Actress/Singer/Writer
Ontario, Canada
I'm turned on by being emotionally connected to my man, being able to be completely myself. I admit I like sex rough or anally, to be somewhat submissive or dominant, whatever my mood brings – and having him welcome all of me without judgement. Being a mother and knowing my body helped produce this other person makes me feel powerful and sexy too. I care much less now about how my body looks, what my face might look like when I'm aroused or coming, or what my man might think of me and my turn-ons. I don't obsess much anymore and therefore don't rob myself of a good time!
My fantasies tend to involve the following themes: the psychological process of a woman becoming aroused; the stages of sexuality and how they a-ect a woman throughout her maiden years to mother years; and the link and/or 'play' between the feeling of safety or danger in a sexual situation. My fantasies involving strangers hold me back because they are not safe. I am in a committed relationship now, and it takes several sexual encounters with someone to 'get me off' usually. I have always envied those women who could have the perfect satisfactory zipless fuck.
In my favourite fantasy I'm in a train, which is rocking and making me sleepy. I had forgotten how hard these commuter train benches are, old and wooden – German technology, with little comfort. The sun is setting and my eyes are tired of racing to catch the scenery, one tree and church steeple at a time, so I close them for a while. I am somewhere between Paris and Munich.
I kick my sandals off and raise my legs. I tuck my heels close to my bum, with my knees pointing upwards and my toes hanging off the edge of the bench. It feels good to stretch the front of my thighs this way. I'm wearing a short skirt and a thong and I'm alone in the car, so I feel it's safe to do this. I rest my head back and dream of the man I've just left behind.
It's a horrible thing to admit that I miss his cock more than the rest of him, but it's true. And he's left me wet, with a little of him and a lot of my own juices. As my legs relax a little and my cunt opens slightly, I get a waft of our pleasure. It makes me remember how he slid first two, then three, then four fingers in me, so slow and gentle. It's shocking to know I not only could accommodate so much of his hand, but I also relished the sensation of being so stretched open and filled. When his cock followed after his fist, I slowly clenched and closed around it, grateful for the relative softness and curve it offered by then, grateful for having such control over my cunt and proud of its parlour tricks. What a marvellous instrument it is.
He had rocked inside of me like this train, languidly but with a quiet and steady vigour. He stayed still and eager when my eyes flew open and demanded he look at me as I came. It made me come harder to know he was seeing contradiction on my face, with my pleasure and vulnerability revealed all at once. It was the only time I had ever really let him in.
I feel my thong getting wetter and realise it won't be long before I'm dripping. I open my eyes. On the bench in front of me is a man. I hadn't heard him come in and now he's gazing at me with a smile and half-closed eyes. He's not handsome but strangely compelling, as he is rough and sexual. He's bullnecked with a fighter's face and a confidence that comes from within. He's well-dressed in a nice suit, his muscles bulging through the fine fabric.
I stay perfectly still, unsure of what to do next. He doesn't move or change his expression. I don't feel threatened by him. I am simply embarrassed, as any attempt to pull myself together at this point would be comical. Then I find a strange freedom in this moment. I decide to play with him.
I open my legs a bit more and inch forwards slightly, causing my thong to be pulled and bury itself in my cleft, and I feel my outer lips push forwards and engulf it. They slowly fold over the small strip of fabric, and this gives me a thrill. I feel a new surge of wetness.
I see his eyes drop down and look at my exposed lips as he shifts in his seat. He adjusts his cock with his hand and looks back up at me, and his smile disappears. I can almost hear the blood rushing to his dick. I drop my gaze to his crotch and his hands. They are huge. His fingers are long and thick and he has flat wide fingertips. I look back at him and jut my chin forwards, a silent dare for him to pull his cock out or at least a dare of some kind. He smiles again.
I hoist myself up a little and, keeping my feet up and my legs bent, I hook my thong with my thumb and pull it aside. With the pressure of having sat this way for some time, both sets of lips and my clit are engorged. Everything is protruding a little. And my hole is open a bit, I can feel cool air there. I drop my head back again, close my eyes and, wrapping my arms under my legs just behind my ankles, I pull my cunt lips apart as wide as I can. I tilt my head up again and look to see his reaction. His mouth is hanging open and his hand is shaking as it unzips his pants. He suddenly seems to remember to use his other hand to help himself, as if one side of his brain is not working in tandem with the other. I have a small moment of satisfaction when I think of how visual men are and how powerful a cunt can be when used this way. I now know what all the fuss is about with owning your sexuality. I smile.
He takes out a thick meaty cock and, with the first thrust into his fist, the foreskin rolls back to reveal a huge bulbous head. It sticks out at the top of his fist a good four inches. This penis looks like it belongs on some sort of animal. Its mushroom head is a vicious shade of purple. It's so obscene it turns me on. He seems content to stay there and watch me from this short distance, with his eyes on my cunt and his hand pumping his cock. He is sweating now and breathing heavily. I put my feet on the floor and scoot forwards a little. I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit. I dip my fingers in, first one, then two, and wet my clit this way repeatedly. I stop rubbing now and then and spread myself, enjoying the feeling of being examined by this stranger. I feel like an object, a porno, as he is not even looking at my face. It makes me feel safer somehow.
My clit is so swollen and my juices are running off the bottom of me. His cock is slick now too, and makes a sticky wet sound with every stroke. His breathing is punctuated by a small grunting noise. He lea
ns forwards and for a moment my pleasure is suspended. I am terrified of what he may do next. He leans in close, his face inches away from my cunt, and starts sniffing. He smells me for a beat and then leans back again, licks his lips and pumps furiously on his dick. I start stroking again and begin to feel the tingle, that watery feeling in my legs and belly and I know I'm going to come soon. Just as I throw my head back and start to come, I hear his come – splat, splat – on the floor between us. The sound is so vulgar. I feel it splatter my feet, my ankles. I ride my wave for as long as I can and finally shudder to a stop. I start to laugh. This uncontrollable giggle bubbles up from within me and I start to laugh hard. I want to share this moment with my man here but when I lift my head up and open my eyes, I find him gone.
Three's Not a Crowd
Name withheld, age 21
Heterosexual
Steady relationship, not live-in
No children
College
Graphic Designer
New England, USA
I have a current fantasy of travelling with my boyfriend to a Latin American location by train – which is not really possible, but, oh well – with a hot tour guide (girl or boy). Along the journey, the tour guide discovers my boyfriend and me making love in our sleeping car. (S)he does not turn away and instead joins us in the small bed. Said tour guide 'tours' our conjoined bodies, tasting and caressing each body part with intense curiosity. During the trip we continue to play with our new friend, discovering more and more about our adventurous side through trips into the Amazon, the hot sands of Brazil and hiking through mountains.
Rach, age 32
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Children
Education and Occupation unknown
Brisbane, Australia
The best sex I ever had was after a long weekend of drinking and camping on the beach. I came home and jumped under the cool shower with my ex, and had him fuck me up the arse while standing up. I'm turned on by having a guy whisper in my ear all the things he'd like to do to me and how, seeing him pull himself over me, then bending me over and fucking me. I fantasise several times a day. In my favourite fantasy I am being held down by two good-looking men and they're both having their way with me.
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