Jacquie, age 44
Bisexual
Single, very sexually active
Children
College
Receptionist
Tasmania, Australia
My favourite fantasy is three men playing with me; on all levels, no holds barred, nothing stopped, want it, do it. The only thing holding me back from fulfilling it is finding the men who will play together. They have so many hang-ups!
Naz, age 29
Bisexual
Single, very sexually active
No children
Postgraduate degree
Journalist
West Midlands, UK
I fantasise regularly about shagging several of my friends and we all flirt outrageously although nothing has happened. I think we're all up for it, but they're a married couple and, while my fantasies, daydreams and even a couple of memorable nights where I've woken up gasping and wet from dreams that make my toes curl, tell me it would be amazing, in the back of my mind I'm concerned enough to hold back because I don't want to do anything that would damage their marriage or, indeed, our friendships. It can't stop a girl from dreaming, though.
In my fantasy she's gorgeous. She's got the kind of plump luscious lips that set my mind racing with very rude thoughts, stunning cornflower blue eyes and a mane of red hair that falls to her shoulders. As I look at her, she tucks a wayward strand behind her ear, her hand trembling slightly and, although she's smiling, her eyes betray a little wariness. I guess standing naked in front of someone you've never met before does that.
In my peripheral vision I see my fuck buddy Andy take a step back and sit down on the arm of the sofa. She turns her head skittishly at the movement, her hair falling back in front of her face. She moves her hand, but I am faster, and, as I gently tuck the silken strand back behind her ear, she shyly smiles her thanks. I feel my nipples harden in response. God, she's gorgeous.
I stroke her hair, calming her, and move closer. I hear Andy shift slightly to get a better view of what's about to happen, but this time I don't turn around, and neither does she. We're looking intently at each other, waiting to see what happens next. I half expect him to intervene, this is his scene after all, but it seems this is our dance and ours alone. For now.
I stroke her hair for a long time. The only sound in the room is our breathing, the only movement my hand stroking her head, relaxing her. Slowly, as if not to break the spell, I lean forwards to kiss her.
She tastes of strawberry lip balm and mint. To start with, her only reaction is a whispered sigh, swallowed between our joined mouths. But as I start to pull away to break the kiss, she moves closer, anchoring her fingers into my hair and pulling my head back. Suddenly our tongues are vying for possession. She holds me in position and sucks hard on my bottom lip, and I smile as I think what she will be like with her mouth on my cunt. She might be another submissive girl and she's obviously nervous, but there's attitude there. I like her.
She moves her hands up my body, tentatively touching the underside of my breast, her soft cool fingers tracing a lazy path along my skin as our tongues tangle. I move my hand to her breast to stroke the delicate edge of her puckered coral nipple. But, before I can fully touch it, we're being dragged apart.
We both blink, confused, unable to focus for a second. Her pupils are dilated with her arousal and I wonder fleetingly if mine look the same. Our ragged breathing slows and Andy's smiling face comes back into focus.
He's standing between us like a referee between two prize fighters in the ring, holding a wrist in each hand like a vice. 'I'm pleased you're getting on so well,' he says. 'But I don't want you getting distracted before we play a little game.'
My face obviously betrays my frustration at the abrupt end of our touching as he releases her wrist – he's obviously not risking releasing mine yet – to pinch my nipple, hard enough to be as much in warning as in play.
'Don't worry, you'll get a chance to continue. In fact, I think you're really going to enjoy this game. Not only is it fun to play but I'll fuck the winner while the other watches.' He idly runs a finger around my nipple before pinching it again. 'Of course, whoever loses is going to be left frustrated for a long time since they'll be attending our every need for the duration.'
Suddenly my competitive juices are flowing almost as freely as my cunt juices. I want one mouth at each breast, teeth nipping at my nipples, I want her between my legs, hot mouth on my clit while Andy fucks me until I'm about to pass out from the number of orgasms wrung from my shuddering body. As the images flash through my mind like a porn movie, I become resolute.
Whatever this game is, I'm going to ensure that I win it. No matter what.
But Andy's smiling knowingly. He moves to the table to pick up something I can't see, and it makes me uneasy. It's like he's read my mind and is amused to know this isn't going to be as easy as I hope.
He gestures for us to lie on the floor, and manoeuvres us around so we're lying in a sixty-niner. I begin to smile as I see how close I am to the glistening strawberry red curls of her cunt – this game isn't going to be a hardship at all. Then I see the ribbon. Andy ties my hands together and then, with a longer piece of ribbon, binds them to her thighs, e-ectively leaving my head clamped between her legs and her unable to squirm away. As he moves down and ties her the same way between my thighs I cautiously test the bonds – it may be ribbon but there's no give in it and the knots are tight. Until he chooses to cut us free there's really nowhere to go.
He sits down on the sofa in front of us, master of all he surveys, and we both turn to look at him, our heads framed with the other's thighs.
'It's really very simple and, by the look of how much fun you were both having earlier, it's not going to be a hardship. I want you to lick each other out. Gently, hard, mashing your faces deep into each other's cunts or nibbling the clit.'
She gasps slightly at the bluntness of Andy's order, her breath on my mound making me shudder. 'You can do it however you like. But the objective is to make the other girl come. Again. And again. And again. The winner is the one who makes the other orgasm most.' Andy's smiling down at me and I know why he's so amused.
'Which may be a problem if you're especially sensitive after an orgasm and unable to squirm away from someone intent on making you come again.'
Fuck. I'm already so wet I can feel my juices running down my inner thighs. Being tied down, licking out a stunning girl, Andy watching the whole thing, is making me so stupidly horny that I already know the odds aren't in my favour. And that's before he shows us the riding crop.
'And if I don't think you're putting in enough e-ort with each other, or if you begin to tire, I'll swat you with this until you speed up again. Now begin.'
He sits back to enjoy the show.
And as I feel her tongue lick along my already slick pussy lips I know I'm lost. I think I'm about to find out you can have too much of a good thing.
And it's going to be a bloody amazing ride.
Rena, age 30
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
No children
High School diploma
Retail
Ohio, USA
I think the first time I became aware of myself sexually I was eleven or twelve. My uncle used to get adult books and magazines and I was a child who would read anything, so I would sneak in and read them. The ones that I read the most almost always involved oral sex. Whether it was a man/woman or woman/woman it didn't matter. Those stories always seemed to be the ones that turned me on the most. It was by reading those stories that I discovered what I could do for myself to make me feel good. Right now the things that really get the juices going are girl/girl scenes. I'm not a lesbian, but the women in these scenes really get into what they are doing, getting each other off. In the last few books I've read, the sexual scenes that I liked were the alpha males who took control in the bedroom. A few of the scenes drifted towards submissive/ dominant, bu
t not to the extreme.
As for the best sex I've ever had – it's been so long since I've had sex I'm not sure that I can remember! Let's see . . . I was seventeen. I was sneaking out to be with my neighbour. Since we were both sneaking, we almost always ended up at the graveyard. I was feeling particularly horny that night and could not wait to meet with him. As a teenage boy, he knew nothing about foreplay so most of the times we were together were over pretty quick. This night was di-erent. He was never much of a kisser so we usually skipped all that. Once we got to our 'spot', he slowly unsnapped my shirt and took his time exploring my tits. He rolled the nipples between his fingers, even bent down to lick and suck on them. He'd never done that before. While he continued to lick and suck on my tits, one of his hands travelled down between my legs. He rubbed me back and forth through my pants a little before unzipping them so that he could touch me skin to skin. He always knew where to find my clit, but he never touched or rubbed me long enough to satisfy me. While his hands were busy in my pants, mine were working on removing his shirt. This action got in the way of his mouth on my breasts, but that was fine. What I really wanted to do was go down on him.
The first time I had ever done that to him I had been really shy and now that I had a little experience under his belt, it became something that I enjoyed doing to him. Once his shirt was off, I moved to his pants and by now he figured out what I was trying to do and helped me. He took his hand out of my pants and yanked his own down to his ankles. Down on my knees, I pulled him free of his boxers and proceeded to lick his shaft from top to bottom. I held and caressed his balls with my hand while I used my tongue all over his dick. When his hand squeezed my shoulder, I knew that's when he wanted me to suck him fully into my mouth. He wasn't very big, so taking him all the way to my throat was not a problem. As I bobbed my head up and down on him, I'd swirl my tongue around the head and suck really hard on my way back up (one time his dick made a popping noise when he pulled out of my mouth after I sucked real hard, we had been trying to do that again ever since . . . to no avail). I quit moving my head so that he could thrust into my mouth at his own speed and, when his hips started to move a little too fast, I knew he was close to coming. Pulling back a little, I started to lick him again, letting his orgasm hold off a bit.
Now I was ready to fuck him. We would do it from behind more often than not, and this night was no exception. No matter how many times we had sex, I always liked the feel of him sliding into me. He reached around to grab my tits and started thrusting real slow. Once he set his pace, I started to thrust back into him, trying to get him deeper inside me. I put my hand between my legs so that I could feel his dick sliding in and out of me and play with my clit a little. Then he did something that he had never done before. He moved my hand out of the way and used his own hand to play with my clit. It felt so good my knees started to get a little weak. While he played with my clit, he quit thrusting and buried himself to the hilt inside me and just started to roll his hips without pulling out too much. This combined with his fingers on my clit just pushed me over the edge. I had never had an orgasm like that before. When my muscles clenched around his dick, he let his orgasm go and both of us started thrusting like crazy until we couldn't stand anymore. I've had some pretty good experiences since then, but that stands out as one of the best.
I usually fantasise about threesomes with myself and two men, someone unattainable that I would never meet in the daily course of my life. I've always wondered what it would be like to be penetrated at the same time by both of them. I've seen it done in adult movies and ever since I've wondered what the feeling of that kind of fulfilment would be like. To be with two men whose sole goal was my pleasure first, to have my body worshipped and loved . . .
Debbie, age 44
Bisexual
Celibate
Postgraduate student
Clinic Manager/Poet
London, UK
I fantasise about lying on my back on the bed, my head hanging off the edge and being fucked in the mouth (a backwards blow job); sixty-niners; sitting on his face – often with another woman involved, i.e., her kissing me at same time or me licking her cunt at the same time, or him fucking me and licking her, or him fucking her with me and her kissing!
Rhonda, age 29
Bisexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Steady relationships, not live-in
No children
Doctorate degree
Professor
Ohio, USA
I have two fantasies. I'll start with the most recent, most embarrassing to admit, hence the reason I have to write it out. I was told the fetish is called 'furries'. Apparently these are individuals who enjoy dressing up and/or engaging in sexual activity with another dressed in a furry costume, i.e., fuzzy rabbit, chicken, dog, etc., costumes. My most recent fantasy involves an unknown beautiful woman in a bunny costume, her breasts exposed through the costume (via cut-out holes), and a boyfriend and me engaging in a threesome with the bunnycostumed woman. We engage in intercourse and, while both massaging the unknown woman's breasts, we climax. Repeat this scenario, but with her rear exposed also, and actually engaging in intercourse with the woman. All of this is, of course, being videotaped.
True tale: my editor, no name here, and I have had this banter-nip-and-dodge routine for some time now. I find him cute and his wife adorable. My editor and I did not always like each other; in fact, we could not, initially, stand each other. In my fantasy, time soldiers on, we realise we respect each other as writers, as talent on and off screen and, oh, right, of course, we kinda dig each other. And he digs his wife. And I dig his wife. They dig me. While this could easily be a night of debauchery, I want to try and maintain some professional decorum, so I allow myself a little fun – his wife paddles me, he bends us both over and paddles us, and I make out with his wife a little. However, this all happened after we met to discuss some notes – while alone, briefly, out of the fucking blue – or he's just that good at reading people, because I am a damn great actress – he grabs me, flips me over his knee, quickly pulls up my dress, pulls down my panties, spanks my bare bottom a few times, pulls the panties up, the dress down, and flips me back over. Estimated time-frame: twenty seconds. I am amazed, flushed, excited, and proceed to giggle and touch myself over it for weeks to come.
Rosemary, age 49
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Children
Master's degree
Writer/Tutor
Bristol, UK
Being tied up by my brothers was the first time when I felt sexually excited! I lost my virginity in the open air with snow on the ground. I find sex outdoors extremely exciting. I love the feel of fresh air blowing about my nether regions. Erotic writing in books probably does it more than film, which is horribly choreographed. Porn films do excite me, but in a guilty kind of way as I don't really like the way women are usually exploited in them.
What turns me on are masculine men with big cocks who are cock-sure of themselves and who have a witty, knowing, boyish charm about them; and being surprised and fucked by men I didn't even know fancied me, especially when it feels like uncontrollable lust – out of doors, in cars, in alleyways before anyone sees, being taken over by the moment. Dressing up as a naughty schoolgirl or tart, or turning up for a date in a very public place wearing nothing underneath or just underwear, stockings and suspenders, is another turn-on. I'd love to have a threesome, but haven't found any men I fancy who'd want to do that. The children hold me back, as I don't have sex in the house if they're there, especially as I like to be noisy.
My favourite fantasy starts off slowly with a big strong man who's probably slightly unshaven. He begins by whispering that he wants my big juicy cunt and that I'm sooo sexy, etc. He takes off my clothes – no, not all of them – I have my underwear on. He doesn't have time to take off all his clothes – just his trousers – but when he unleashes his cock it's huge and
throbbing and dribbling a little come on the end. He shows me his huge cock and I'm wriggling excitedly, but he doesn't let me have it yet. He doesn't put on a condom. He teases me by rubbing around and around the outside of my vagina while I'm pleading with him to fuck me, fuck me hard. He pulls my panties to one side and enters me – deeply – I gasp, he holds off, looking down into my eyes, then begins to fuck me slowly, slowly. I've got my hands on his big muscular arse, and there's someone watching. Oh, there's someone watching. I want to escape, but he's got me pinned down by the arms; he takes out some rope, or it might be ribbon, to tie my arms to the bedstead. But there's someone watching. Someone's watching – it's another man and he's pulling on his dick and watching as the big man rides me hard and deep and good and I come and come and come. He comes inside me and I can feel his lovely big cock spurting inside me. 'You're a very dirty girl,' he whispers, and the other guy comes over and fucks me too, and I come again. Then the first guy returns and fucks me, but pulls out before he comes and then shoots all over my tits. My hands are loose and I rub the come into my tits as they're both now all over me.
Beth, age 45
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
B S degree
Recruiter
California, USA
I really like multiple males. I don't see why I can't have two men in my bed . . . well, other than the fact that I don't even seem to have one at the moment, but hey . . .
My current favourite fantasy is that this brilliant chemist I know invites me over, planning to seduce me, and a friend of his just happens by while we're having some rather normal sex. It gets progressively less realistic from there – probably to do with too much abstinence. His friend has dark hair and blue eyes, the chemist has blond hair and brown eyes – a fun mix. I end up moving in with both of them and having a couple of kids, one with each (I don't know why, but it's part of the fantasy), some pets, and envious neighbours who either wish I was their girlfriend or else hate me because they want another man in their relationship. Weird, huh? Or not, I guess, as it seems to be a recurring theme in other books and such.
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