The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies
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High School
Unemployed
South Wales, UK
The gentleness of the female form has always turned me on; for the men it's the knight in shining armour thing. I fantasise several times a day, usually about a dark, handsome, mysterious stranger taking advantage of me. My favourite fantasy starts with my best friend approaching me while we're out with a group of mates partying up a mountain. We sit around chatting for a while, then as we drink more we get everyone to play a game of hide and seek. As this game is being played, my best mate finds me. I run and he chases me, finally catching me, and we fall to the ground near the top of this mountain. The fog is rolling around us on the ground and the moon is full and the stars are out, and we look at each other for a minute, then we kiss gently, slowly getting more passionate until we're ripping each other's clothes off and rolling around in the dewy grass under the stars and moon . . . well, use your imagination for the rest (it's very romantic, yet very passionate).
Barbara, age 58
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Master's degree
Artist
California, USA
I'm turned on by tender intellectuals who are curious and playful and not afraid to experiment, but who know when to stop. I think I used to fantasise about being raped; I thought it would be a way to have sex but not take responsibility for my feelings. This was the attitude of a scared child. I no longer have this fantasy, but enjoy participating in my own sexual experience. Now I just play and have a great time. I also fantasised about being covered with whipped cream, though found the experience to be lacking; it melts too quickly. I have fulfilled my fantasies, and found some better than others. I let go of the ones that did not feel good to me.
My fantasy begins with skinny-dipping. The water feels so good. We then sit in a tub and draw on each other with watersoluble utensils, followed by washing each other all over. When dry, I would be tickled all over with feathers, then laid down in front of the fire, where honey would be dripped all over my front. My lover then licks the honey off and kisses me all over, turning me over and fucking me front and back (not in the asshole, though – I've tried it and it just hurts without pleasure).
Breezy, age 30
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Some college
Retail Manager
Illinois, USA
I have been sexually aware since I was a child. The first thing I saw was a copy of Playboy magazine. I remember thinking I wanted to be her and have her. Then, as I got older, sex became more of a way to feel things. I was closed off emotionally and yet through sex I was able to really be me. I love lace, silk and satin. And I have had many older men as lovers. I guess I wanted to learn as much as possible. I find athletic people turn me on. I love beautiful legs and devastating smiles. I'm a sucker for American Football players.
In my fantasy we are in a field having a picnic on a perfect sunny day. Suddenly from out of nowhere my fantasy man grabs me and lowers me to the ground. He kisses me deeply, taking my breath away. I gasp as he starts to kiss my neck, moving lower and lower. I suddenly realise that he has been undressing me and is slowly taking his tongue down my body, first over my nipples, then down my stomach, lower and lower until he comes to the apex between my thighs.
I moan as he slowly brings me to a roaring climax. It starts to darken and I realise there are raindrops falling on us. But he feels so good that I do not stop him. I come again and again. He slowly starts to move back up my body with his tongue, kissing me deeply and plunging into me at the same time.
There is thunder now. The rain is coming down harder and faster. He feels incredible. I start to come yet again and I feel him starting to as well. Neither of us notices the weather any more, it is all about each other. We both have incredible orgasms and lie there next to each other for a few moments, taking in everything that has happened.
Then we go for round two.
Sarah, age 47
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Postgraduate qualification
Writer/Teacher
Norfolk, UK
For me the best sex is waking up in the morning feeling my lover pressing against me, turning to him, stroking, kissing, fondling, his mouth on my breasts, my hand sliding down to his cock, imagining him entering me, then him entering me, getting smooth inside, then sliding, then frantic, pushing my pelvis against his, feeling his back buck, feeling my insides slicked, then sliding over onto my side, pressing my thighs against him, him entering again, feeling the tight port stretch for him while he strokes my shoulders, then again, and we end with my hands and my mouth around his cock and hot juice rolling down my belly between us.
The things that turn me on are my partner, trees, the sea, wind blowing across the beach or fields, stones from the beach. I like to fantasise about making love on the beach, in the dunes, in fields, along footpaths. This recurs when ever we are walking on the beach, in fields, or along footpaths.
Ruthie, age 22
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Bachelor's degree
Singer/Songwriter
Florida, USA
When I was way younger, I used to fondle my girlfriends; that was erotic. They used to do it to me too. I love black men with dreadlocks who smoke marijuana. That's the only turn-on in men. In women, I'm turned on by the need for intimacy and also creativity, a love of music and poetry – an appreciation for life in its totality. In my fantasy I see myself with a gorgeous woman . . . slender, sexy, delicious . . . not there just to fuck me, but to bond with me spiritually and emotionally. I want to make love to her in every way – and I want her to knock my senses out of my head.
Name withheld, age 19
Heterosexual
Virgin
Steady relationships, not live-in
Nursing student
Unknown, USA
My boyfriend always manages to turn me on, and also reading Black Lace novels, because I find it better to imagine everything than seeing it on TV or online. I used to feel uncomfortable just thinking about sex, but now, not so much. I've become more comfortable with my sexual thoughts. I don't really have a place to have sex yet; I don't want to have to sneak it in before anyone gets home, and I want to feel like I am definitely ready to have sex.
My favourite fantasy thus far has been when I imagine my boyfriend and me having sex in the middle of a park, surrounded by all these beautiful flowers, in the middle of the night, under the stars. I am on top.
Carrie, age 34
Homosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
College
Federal government employee/Photographer/Writer (at heart)
Ontario, Canada
I wrote my fantasy to a friend on Facebook:
soaking in the tub for hours
you've got me touching myself
thinking, 'what'd she do in the shower?'
fantasising: you here with me in my bath
picturing that coy laugh
. . . then your unintended sigh
as i sink down between your . . .
no – stop! that's too fast! that's not right . . .
start over . . .
i close my eyes . . .
my hand goes there . . .
dreaming about being with you
dreaming about you here
is there somethin'
to the fact that we've gotten to talking?
(don't worry girl, i ain't into stalking)
i'm thinking, 'well . . . maybe it's a sign . . .'
open your eyes to a hot reality
just maybe this could be
the introduction of things to come . . .
inclinations of slow seductions,
visions of us as one
; wrinkly in the tub after hours
wishing you were closer
just so i could watch you in the shower
i imagine you:
whispering my name . . .
one step forwards,
curtain drawn . . .
suddenly the room's feeling warmer
there's you, back arched
holding on, up against the corner
i see you touching
playing between there
and i can't help but stare
one step closer,
my clothes are wet
you haven't even noticed me yet
you're so deep into you
steam's rising off you . . .
water's feeling warmer
(or maybe it's just you)
steam blurring my view
don't know where to start
i just know i need to be next to you
again, i hear you whisper my name
more of me . . . wet
i'm feelin' myself pulsing
i'm a throbbing, soaking wreck . . .
'n i haven't even touched you yet
you turn to face me
moisture dripping down your . . .
i resist every urge to kneel and taste . . .
innocently enough . . .
i begin
with a kiss . . .
melting . . .
i feel the gentle sway forwards of your hips
and your hands reaching for my . . .
Name withheld, age 24
Heterosexual
Celibate
No children
Graduate student
Teacher
California, USA
I enjoy fantasising about having good vivid sex with a few orgasms; celebrity sex with Colin Farrell, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Henry Cavill; and anal sex. My ex brought it up and got me so turned on and interested in it. I would love a man to fill me there but gently, lovingly.
In my fantasy my lover and I are seeing each other. It's our first night and we go to his place and he seduces me. He covers my body with kisses and licks, sucking and kissing me until he licks me clean. He won't let me touch him though. Then he makes sweet, passionate love to me. Later, after a warm bath, he seduces me into letting him take me anally. Slowly. Sweetly.
A Blast from the Past
Trudy, age 25
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
A levels
Homemaker/Care assistant
Northamptonshire, UK
I like men who have passion for what they do, so I kind of get aroused when a man is shouting when something he really cares about gets mucked up by someone, even if it's me who's getting shouted at. It's safe to say I could never work for Gordon Ramsay. I would be too turned on all the time. Historical themes turn me on, mainly Regency going back to Tudor, some modern day. (I did historical re-enactment.) Add to this bodices, castles, vampire films, i.e. Dracula or Interview with a Vampire, and tall moody men. I still like the bodices; I have a nice collection of them now. My husband figures in my fantasies quite a bit. If we go away together we make sure the hotel is old and has a huge four-poster bed to get the history into it.
Lindsay, age 23
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
College degree
Customer Service Advisor
South Wales, UK
My main early sources of inspiration were the numerous 'slash' or gay fiction websites. I lived vicariously through other people's sex lives – not just the hardcore 18-rated things, but the build-up, the romance, the arguments, the passion. It drew me in. At the same time I had begun to appreciate fine underwear and started to get interested in fetish from a clothing point of view, realising the huge sexual and sensual promise in fabrics like leather, PVC and velvet. The touch of them on my skin was enough to arouse me.
I'm still reading gay fiction, though I now read a broader field of erotica. I have also kept an interest in the world of fetish, including tight-lacing corsets, vintage clothes, and bondage. Although I rarely manage to go to fetish clubs, the feeling of being someplace where people will appreciate your corseted silhouette and PVC-clad thighs brings an incredible erotic thrill. I have occasionally been a Mistress to some very close friends, and their devotion to me is highly erotic. For some reason I also have an unhealthy fixation on hot tubs, though I'm yet to experience their fullest promise.
At first I was very confused about my sexual feelings towards both men and women – I assumed there was something wrong with me! As such, I was a late bloomer and did not lose my virginity until the age of nineteen. When I first became sexually aware, I found it difficult to touch myself and bring myself to orgasm without the aid of a vibrator. I was not very in tune with what turned me on and how to enjoy myself. As I have come to accept my sexual preferences I have found it easier to express myself in all ways, and am certainly more attuned to my own body. It's like I'm more comfortable in my own skin. I am now in a committed relationship. My partner satisfies me fully, but there are some fantasies, involving more people, that I will now never be able to fulfil. I sometimes regret I did not have a more wild life before I settled down! But I am still able to enjoy several aspects of my sexual fantasies, like attending burlesque and fetish clubs, and dressing in a manner that thrills me. I enjoy a very healthy sex life with my partner, though I don't have much bondage or fetish included, certainly not as much as before I met him. He satisfies me in other ways, and is always willing to try new things, but there's always room for improvement; life would be boring otherwise!
Generally my fantasies involve me being somewhere I will never go: for example, a far-off planet, an ocean liner in the 1930s, an ancient jungle kingdom. There I meet people from contemporary media – shameful, I know, mixing my fantasies! They variously indulge my whims with me and people of my choosing. However, a very di-erent recurring fantasy involves me in heavy bondage, unable to see, but feeling several people doing various things to me, and I'm powerless to resist (as if I would want to!). I imagine that it's di-erent people every time. I must be dominant and submissive.
Currently my favourite fantasy takes place in Victorian times. I am a glamorous courtesan – think Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge, but with more cleavage! My 'client' is a masked man with long, slightly greying hair and a sultry Scottish drawl. This, I am sure, stems from my near obsession with Denis Lawson. He is at first prim and proper until a tango begins to play and we have the raunchiest dance, gradually ripping off layers of stiff Victorian clothing until our breath is ragged and I am in just a corset and dainty boots, and he just in silk bloomers. I can feel his firm body against me, his hard cock. It doesn't matter that the room is full of other courtesans and their partners, I'm enjoying giving them a show! I kneel before him and offer to taste him, suck him. He catches my hand as I move to slide down his bloomers and pulls me up roughly, saying all he wants now is to complete the act we have been dancing around for the last hour and make me feel him hard inside me. This new-found manliness turns me to jelly every time. He shoves me roughly against the wall and does well on his promise, taking me hard, licking and nipping at my ears and throat. I can see over his shoulder other couples and groups taking the initiative. He pulls my corset free at last and, as he bites and laps at my nipples, I just can't contain myself any more and come so hard.
Julia, age 42
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
College
Teacher
Essex, UK
I realised I was very interested in men by about the age of fourteen. I used to be mad on soldiers and always found hairy chests attractive. I knew you couldn't do anything about it, since girls back then didn't. I've always loved uniforms, especially police uniforms. I love the idea of play-acting – police and culprit, fire and rescue, that sort of thing – and even did some tying up, which
was great fun. I still love uniforms and hairy men. I love rugby players; I'm married to a 6'4" one, but the changing-room scenario is exciting. I love men together, find that very exciting – firemen, soldiers, policemen, customs officers and men in prison. If I could break that in, it would be very nice.
I used to fantasise like mad about all di-erent ideas, but most men I've met don't really like it much and some have laughed and said, 'I'm not doing that!' I have found sex is far less satisfactory now than when I was young; it's a real dis- appointment. I've had to dampen down my libido to non-existent, which saddens me a lot. My imagination has had to take a back seat; even sex toys scare men, so you can't share the experience. Having some time to play around, getting my other half to lighten up, would improve my sex life. We've not had sex for two years, and I gave up long ago, it's all solo these days. I would like to fulfil at least one of my fantasies. A lot of these fantasies my husband could easily do, but he will not.
In my fantasies I always go in for historical or period costumes. Usually I'm mistress of a large seventeenth-century house, and I go out one hot night and come across the groom in the stables, where he's half-naked either washing or lying back on the hay. These can take place in various centuries and take all forms: maid, farmer, lord and variations, rather like Poldark and Pride and Prejudice but much hotter. I go through Tudor, Victorian – all the eras! The groom fantasy is my top one and has been for a long time. I can start it very quickly, and continue it in chapters, adding more detail each time. It's often set in early Victorian days.
The house I live in is very large and remote, and the whole place feels repressed. I came here to be governess to an older couple's child and the mother has since gone, leaving me as a companion to a withered-up old lady who sleeps a lot. The husband is old and reads or sleeps, so life is not very exciting. All the household sta- have aged with their owners except me. I'm dark-haired, with my dress buttoned up to the neck, but have a full figure and very large breasts. I have to contain all this in a prim dark dress. At night I take off the outer layers and wander the house with a candle looking for something: life, passion, feeling. My nightdress is thin and white and my hair long and loose as I go from room to room longing for something: to be touched, to feel the heat of a man. I know that this is what I need, but there's no outlet for it. I go to the library and get down a book I found by accident many months ago. It's old and worn and the writing is in French. I know what it contains as I have found it many times before. The book is full of old etchings showing men and women in various pos itions. The women are from another century; their gowns are lifted up and men are between their legs, licking the orgasmic-looking women. Other pictures have a woman with big breasts hanging out from an unbuttoned dress while two men suck her nipples as a third man plays with her. The pictures I love most are the ones of men lying, alone in the countryside or in their study, lazily stroking their cocks or alternatively rubbing them hard. I look and look, I can't take my eyes off them. I want to see and feel one. I want it inside me with the weight of a man holding me down and doing the things that the women are doing in my book. To look at this drives me mad and makes the pain of my frustration worse. My only outlet is objects. The library has a small staircase with a low wooden finial shaped like an acorn, and by climbing over it horse style I can get the wooden acorn to enter me. I ride this up and down to ease the urgency. Afterwards, I take various items with me and, when I'm back in my bed, I lie down and let the wind from the open window play over me, using the objects one by one while rubbing and squeezing my breasts and imagining if only . . . This has become a nightly occurrence, and the longing gets worse.