The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies

by Mitzi Szereto

  She was panting away, her faced flushed, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. He pulled all the way out and thrust deeper. Her panting increased. He removed his hands from her clit. All she could feel was his cock deep inside her bum. It was mind-numbing; she was so close to coming but couldn't.

  She was out of her mind.

  He continued the slow deep thrusting, slowly increasing the speed.

  Then he stopped. 'Are you ready yet?' he asked.

  All she could see were his eyes. 'Fuck me!' she ordered.

  'No.'

  As she tried to move, his hand slapped her bum with him deep inside. She flinched. The pain felt good, she was nearly there, one more thrust and slap and she would explode.

  He withdrew completely and waited.

  She couldn't resist, she had to have him inside her now. 'Please, fuck me, I beg you!'

  His eyes lit up with savage triumph.

  He plunged his cock in hard, once, twice and she exploded. He slowed down his thrusting, waiting for her to finish.

  'Again!'

  He started thrusting slowly, then with ever-increasing speed and hardness. Her clit was being rubbed in time with his thrusts.

  She couldn't believe it, she'd just had the biggest climax ever and her body was building for another one.

  'Come for me, Sarah!' he commanded and she did.

  They collapsed together on the bed, spent, his cock still up her bum. He held her close, waiting for them to recover. He was still semi-erect and knew it wouldn't take much to revive him.

  Sarah didn't know what she had got herself into, but she needed to recover and sleep before she learned her next lesson.

  4

  The Danger Zone

  'Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannises.'

  – Marquis de Sade

  Sometimes we dream what others tell us we should not. We have chosen to explore the edge, and we have discovered that it isn't enough. The thrill of peering over the cli- no longer appeals and something inside us urges us onwards, to see and experience what is beyond that final barrier. It is here where we close our eyes one last time and dream – not of the known, the safe and secure, but of the other things, darker things, the kind of things we often can't return from. This is when we dare to fantasise just what it would be like to be in the danger zone.

  This section is for those fearless risk takers willing to go wherever their desires take them. We have situations where anything can happen (and does), where things can and do get dirty, dangerous and maybe even deadly. Not surprisingly, there's a much heavier emphasis here on BDSM, bringing with it more emphasis on kink, often without a clear demarcation of free will or where the lines have blurred considerably. We see more use of control, going beyond light experimentation and play into something deeper, darker, rougher, and occasionally sinister and life-threatening. Some of the participants have already made dramatic sexual lifestyle choices, with these choices translating into their fantasies. Additional themes dealt with here include swinging, orgies and gang-bangs, shifts in gender identity, control and enslavement, rape, humiliation and death. Although there are overlaps in theme with some of the fantasies in previous sections, it is the matter of degree which places them within the danger zone. These are fantasies that frequently go to the extreme – sometimes playfully and sometimes not. There's no vanilla here, but there is every other flavour imaginable . . . and indeed, unimaginable. For many, this is truly the point of no return.

  The More, the Merrier

  Leuny, age 45

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Children

  LBO

  Order Reader

  The Netherlands

  I've discovered that I love to have fantasies. I have learned to listen to my own body and mind and know that someday I'll have my fantasy, which is to have sex with two men. But in my favourite fantasy, I get to live in a harem and have sex with men from di-erent countries, especially those from the Middle East.

  Sarah, age 27

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  No children

  GCSE

  Ambulance Dispatcher

  Essex, UK

  I read a lot of erotica when I was younger, but it was always the stories about sex with a stranger that turned me on. My boyfriend is a huge turn-on for me now – which is something I've never experienced before and probably sounds quite tame! I fantasise about di-erent sexual experiences with him on a regular basis and I fantasise about actually making some of those fantasies become real. I'm probably a lot more conservative now than when I first started fantasising. I used to fantasise about lots of di-erent men, whereas now my boyfriend tends to be the subject of my fantasies. More variety would improve my sex life. Since moving in with my boyfriend, sex has become less frequent and more predictable – still no less enjoyable, but I'd like to get a little bit more fun back into it.

  One of my favourite fantasies is where my boyfriend takes me somewhere with one man or a small group of men he knows. He wants to watch each of them having sex with me in a variety of di-erent ways until eventually he has sex with me, giving me an incredible orgasm. While each of the men has sex with me, the others attend to me, keeping me turned on and begging for more.

  Name withheld, age 50

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Children

  Postgraduate Degree and Solicitor's professional qualification

  Lawyer

  Yorkshire, UK

  The media and society in general need to come to appreciate the sexuality and sexiness of older women, rather than focusing always on very young women or celebrities (often airbrushed or nipped and tucked, making most 'ordinary' women feel inadequate because it's nigh on impossible to get to look like them!).

  For years my favourite fantasy has been to be the Roman Empress, Messalina, and to line up the whole Roman army (or at least the tastiest legionnaires) and have them one at a time, but in quick succession – perhaps in contest with a well-known town prostitute, as Messalina did. However, the idea of having one ready male after another – so if one's not that good, never mind, another is coming up – appeals most. I have a massive libido, once aroused, and the thought of being able to slake it ad infinitum with a ready supply of men who are ruled by me is very gratifying. Also, such a fantasy is totally about my pleasure, not theirs.

  Tina, age 31

  Bisexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  No children

  Some college

  Offce Manager

  Wisconsin, USA

  The fact that just because I'm married to a man and looking for a girlfriend doesn't mean that I want someone to fuck. I'm really looking for a companion to help me fulfil the needs my husband doesn't meet because he's socially/romantically inept, and a man. My sex life would improve if my husband were a little less impaired. Bless his heart, I love him, but he lost his virginity way too old for a guy (26), and had a string of exactly three horrible sexual encounters by the time he met me at the age of 31 (for him). I had just left a relationship where I screwed three, four times a day, every day, and all of a sudden, I had found myself in the Sahara. I now have sex with him about once every six weeks . . . on a good streak. Fortunately, we're both busy people. Unfortunately, we never get horny at the same time. Fortunately, I'm bi and he's okay with that. Unfortunately (for me) he's not bi, and I wish he were. C'est la vie.

  I'm currently turned on by the idea of multiple people having sex at once, but not necessarily swingers. It's a turn-on for me to have 'relationship' sex. Sex with strangers isn't really interesting to me at all, because I like to be involved on a spiritual level, have some investment in it. I usually fantasise about lesbian sex, bondage foreplay (but no humiliation), blow jobs (me giving, of course), alien sex (read some strange stories once . . . haven't quite been able to get them out of my head) and
food play. Hell, I used to work in a porn shop, I've got quite the repertoire of fantasies!

  I had this girlfriend for about three weeks. She was quite expressive, if not very good otherwise. I also have this exboyfriend that was to die for, drop-dead gorgeous. I know he could be bi, and I know my husband is not and, of course, the girlfriend is bi, and her husband is bi too. I have a recurring fantasy about all five of us crawling into a giant pile of flu-y pillows and going at it: me sucking my husband and ex off, getting her off, watching my ex take her husband from behind while she blows him. Just one big happy wild orgy. It would never work. The only two of us who speak civilly to each other are my husband and I.

  Andrea, age 33

  Bisexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  College

  Office Manager

  New York, USA

  Other than a partial bisexual experience in high school, I was always convinced I liked only men. Then a few years ago I admitted the truth to myself and my husband, and ever since we've had a great time exploring sexual variations, including toys, porn, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and swinging/group sex. In my fantasy I'm in a room with my husband having sex. We're joined by another woman and several men. I orally pleasure all the men while the woman goes down on me. Then I go down on the woman while my husband has sex with me. Afterwards, my husband has sex with me while I pleasure the other men, and the woman plays with my husband.

  Name withheld, age 27

  Heterosexual

  Single, occasionally sexually active

  Children

  High School

  Charity Worker

  Scotland, UK

  My first experiences with sex were hard as I was sexually abused as a child, but once I learned to separate forced sex and having sex through choice, I became more turned on by strong dominant women. Yukky old men are still a major turn-off though. The changes to my sexuality/sexual imagination have been more about finding things that are fun and exciting for me, rather than what pleases men. What holds me back is the lack of blokes willing to share me with other blokes at the same time! – they all seem to think it's gay to have a threesome with me and two guys, but are all more than willing to have a twogirl one-guy type threesome.

  In my fantasy a couple trying for a baby go to a fertility clinic. The woman is intimately examined by a female nurse and then a male doctor while, in another room, her husband is 'helped' to produce a sperm sample by several other nurses. The details change each time I think of this scenario, but the basics as outlined remain pretty much the same.

  Name withheld, age 28

  Homosexual

  Celibate

  Master's degree

  Librarian

  Arizona, USA

  I'd been reading books that included sex for years – I read my parents' novels starting at about age seven. When I first started to think about sex, it was in terms of their favourite Regency romance novels – the nice ones that never went past the sweetest kisses. Of course, I realised pretty quickly that I was focused on the female half of the equation and never thought about any sort of princes or heroes – I was pretty sure that I was lesbian by fourteen, and it shortly became definite. Sad to say, the best sex I've ever had has been with my Wahl coil vibrator. I've been unwillingly celibate for several years, with a dysfunctional on-again/off-again relationship with a straight girl for several years before that. I've been curious about sex parties and sex clubs for years now, but I'd never dare go to one alone, and I haven't dated anyone who'd be interested – or anyone at all – for a long time now. What holds me back is the lack of a partner, fear of disease or disaster. I like who I am – if I were straight, I'd be someone else. It would probably be easier to find a date, though.

  In my fantasy I'm watching cheesy movies with my good friend, and we're both a little bit buzzed on wine. She starts teasing me about my collection of Maria Beatty films, which she found when she babysat my dog. We roll around giggling, and she asks me if I'd like to go to a lesbian sex party with her, just as friends, just to see. I am shocked, but force myself to admit to her that I'd love to.

  I would love to – she's adorable, taller than me, strong and fit, with short spiky blonde hair and a sweet grin made slightly mischievous by a tiny silver eyebrow ring that quirks her brow.

  So we meet a week later and she drives me to the party. We're both nervous and awkward, but she's been there a few times before with an old girlfriend, and I suspect that she's a lot more experienced than I am in this sort of play – I've just fantasised. A lot. She's wearing black leather pants and a black leather bodice over silk-soft skin. I'm wearing wine-red buttonfly jeans and a tight black laced shirt – the closest I have to the right kind of clothes.

  We're in the party – my mind fuzzes over this part – and it's hot, in more ways than one. I have my laces pulled loose on the front of my shirt, and I can smell the salt of sweat on my friend – I haven't quite dared to look at her breasts, but I can imagine the beads of liquid resting there. We're standing in a dark corner of a room full of women watching the centre of the room where two women wearing leather and tattoos are carefully binding a third woman (she's naked of everything but a blindfold) to a smoothly finished wooden and leather frame. Their hands pause to stroke and pinch as they move, their long hair causing agonised shivers as it tickles the bound woman. There isn't much room, and the watchers are growing quiet, their eyes glinting in the faint light.

  My friend draws me in front of her, pulling us both to sit down, half in shadow, but we can see the three in front of us as the two tormentors begin to stroke their victim-lover with feathers and then flog her lightly with a bundle of ribbons. 'We can see from here, and I'll keep you safe,' she murmurs in my ear, her warm breath making me shiver. I feel her glare at a woman near us who had blatantly looked me over earlier – I love that, my dear friend wants to protect me and keep me to herself.

  We watch, and she begins to stroke my arms – to soothe me? No, she's fiddling a bit with my laces, and I can feel her breath on my ear, and something wet – her tongue. I tense slightly, feel her tense – and then I relax against her full breasts, feel my shoulders relax, opening me to what she's offering. She hums – purrs? – into my ear and neck and begins to stroke her hands along my arms, my sides, my breasts . . . As we watch the woman in front of us beg and plead, twisting as much as she can in her bindings, begging for release, my dear friend slips her hands under my shirt, stroking, twisting my nipples, almost until it hurts. I relax against her, stroking her thighs, watching, watching, with half-slit eyes. I can see other eyes across the dim room, sometimes watching the centre, sometimes closed in ecstasy, sometimes watching me.

  My shirt is unlaced, my pale breasts bared to the room, tickled and shadowed by the open sides of my shirt. I am almost oblivious to the sounds, the heat, the smells of the room; I give over all control to my dear friend. She has my jeans unbuttoned and her hand strokes my belly, my hair, and then . . . All I can feel is the wet sudden heat of her hand sliding firmly, quickly through my sex. I think I gasp, she squeezes my nipples together with her other hand, my legs clench – I open my eyes as I come, watching the woman in the centre come, her tormentors' mouths on her breasts, her cunt, my dear friend's hands on my cunt, my breasts, her quick breath in my ear.

  Lisa, age 41

  Bisexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Children

  Vocational training

  Data Entry

  Idaho, USA

  I've become much more open-minded to exploring my sexuality and discovering what I like or don't like. I'm more in tune with who I am and am not afraid to say what I want or don't want. I decide what I like. The best sex I ever had was playing out a fantasy with my husband. We had another man come over. I had him walk into the house, get undressed, and come into the room without making any noise. He was to slip onto the bed and go down on me while my husband and I were lying on the bed kissing and touching each
other. My husband is not bi, nor has he ever indulged in bi activity, but part of my fantasy was to have him inside me while another man went down on me and licked us both. I slid down my husband's cock, facing away from him and my friend followed our instructions, licking me and my husband as I rode him. A few times my husband's cock slipped out of me and my friend actually put his mouth over it, sucking as I stroked it. My husband kept his eyes closed as I was talking to him, telling him how much of a turn-on it was to watch him get sucked off by another man. Then I slid back down on him and we continued. His part of the fantasy was to see me having sex with another man and, as he talked it out, my friend did exactly what he wanted, still not making any noise or talking to us. When it came time for my husband to reclaim me, my friend slipped off the bed, watched us for a few moments, then left quietly. Both my husband and I had never experienced anything like this, but it was the best sex either of us had ever had since we both got to play out a fantasy.

  I usually fantasise about having several lovers at one time, much like a gang-bang situation but with both men and women involved. In my favourite fantasy, I'm involved in a game of blind-man's blu- in a room with about fifteen to twenty people, both men and women given the freedom to explore whomever while being blindfolded. The room is lightly lit and everyone's naked except for their blindfolds. Everyone knows going into this that they may come in contact with someone of the same sex. The host of this game soaks everyone down with oil as they enter the room. You have the opportunity to explore, touch, kiss, rub, lick, fuck, or go down on anyone you come into contact with. You can spend a maximum of fifteen minutes with your partner or explore someone else before a bell is rung and you have to move on. The object is to be able to explore everyone without having to worry about what someone will say or do if you stumble onto the same sex. Everyone is there for pure enjoyment.