The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies

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by Mitzi Szereto


  The first time I realised I might be bi was while staying at a friend's, where we shared a double bed. She had breasts, which I didn't as yet. She was thirteen, with a fully formed womanly body. Her areolas were large and dark, with large protruding nipples – something she disliked but I loved. When she was asleep I would touch her.

  I like going to swinging parties. I don't often go with any men but normally just enjoy watching others or watching my husband with other women, either singly or in a group. I also like watching my husband masturbate, especially when he thinks I'm not watching him. If I'm out I will look at girls and sometimes see someone who's really nice-looking and has lovely shaped tits. The girl who does my eyebrows is like that. She told me out of the blue that she likes doing full body massages so I'm booking one for next week. I know she knows how I feel, as the last time I went she undid two more buttons on her uniform, revealing the rose tattooed on the inside of her left breast. Her nipples were hard too, and when she bent over to wax my eyebrows I could feel them against my head. I left feeling soaking wet and had to go home and bring myself off.

  Last year my husband decided he might be bi as he'd been looking at men a bit more than normal at the club. So one night he invited someone he knew was bi to the hotel we were staying at. They had full-on kissing in front of me before taking it in turns to suck each other's cocks. Then my husband asked the man to fuck him from behind, afterwards returning to kissing and cock sucking. I lay down naked beside them and they knelt on either side of me, wanking until they came, spraying all over my tits and face. We returned to the bar and drank a bottle of wine. My husband has never asked to do this again and says it was not for him. But for me it was a huge turn-on. I think watching men together is beautiful.

  I often fantasise about watching my husband with other women (done it twice) and watching him have anal sex with a woman (yet to do). In my fantasies I'm truly having a bi experience rather than the odd kiss. For my favourite fantasy we go to a hotel. A girl is sitting alone – brunette, tanned, lowcut top, large but pert breasts. She smiles and I know my husband has seen her too. When he gets the next round of drinks, she turns and smiles at him and, as she turns away, he looks at me with that how I wish look.

  I go to the loo, and she's there fixing her immaculate makeup. Suddenly I want her as badly as he does. Sensing this, she kisses me gently on the lips and asks me our room number. I tell her. Resuming our places in the bar, she smiles knowingly at me and I ask my husband if we can take the drinks back to our room. Getting a bottle of wine, we go up to 239. In the lift he immediately asks what took me so long in the loo and I explain that we were just talking, but that I'd given her our room number.

  In anticipation of her visit, we pour three glasses of wine, and I change into something new that I've bought – red stockings and a small red G-string. As I dress, my husband notices that I have shaved everywhere and I can tell by the raised material in his trousers that he likes the new Hollywood look.

  There's a knock at the door and I open it. It's her. I kiss her and let her in. Standing in front of the bed, she kisses me again, her hand pushing aside the material of my G-string, her fingers probing me. I stop her and tell her that first I want her to make my husband's birthday really special. She kisses him and undoes his trousers as he undoes her blouse, revealing her see-through bra, which barely contains her breasts. She pushes my husband towards the bed and asks what would make his birthday special, and he answers that it would be to have anal sex with her. She pulls out a tube of lube from her skirt and hands it to him, removing the rest of her clothes. Fully erect and needing no instruction, he goes into place behind her as she kneels on the bed over me, her head above my now-wet cunt while I get a close-up of her ass being pounded. Suddenly I feel her tongue licking my cunt at the same time. My orgasm rises and peaks, followed soon after by her ass being filled by my husband's come.

  Afterwards we sit on the bed and drink wine. Then I notice his erection has returned from watching me sucking her tits in between gulps of wine. Without speaking, we both move towards his now-hard cock, licking and sucking together, our tongues sometimes meeting. As his climax approaches, I sit back and watch her finish sucking him off, taking every drop down her throat – something I've never enjoyed doing.

  She asks if we'd like her to stay the night so we can have some more fun in the morning, and we agree that she should sleep in the double with my husband, and I will take the couch. But I can hardly sleep. Just as well, since I'm disturbed by the sound of whispering. She is kneeling on the bed with her ass being filled again, her tits swinging back and forth. The look on my husband's face says it all: he is having the ultimate birthday and I know he knows I'm watching.

  When we awake in the morning, we shower together. As they snog in the bedroom I appear wearing a strap-on dildo and harness. I tell my husband to kneel on the bed and, lubing him well, I enter his ass as she sucks his cock, which by now is harder than I've ever seen it. He moves towards her and enters her and we become a sandwich. Once he has filled her, she removes the dildo from me and settles between my legs and licks and sucks, then straps the dildo on and gives me a fucking until I can no longer stop the rising orgasm.

  She showers and leaves. We do the same and go down for breakfast.

  A Bit of Rough

  Kerrigh, age 26

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Children

  Year 12 certificate

  PR Assistant

  Queensland, Australia

  I'm turned on by pornographic films involving a domineering man who takes the woman hostage and ravages her. Often this is in front of other men. I also love it when she's stolen and several men have sex with her. Phrases such as 'take it, baby', 'give it to me', 'fuck me, baby', 'oh, yeah, take my cock', etc., are a real turn-on. My eternal fantasy is to be that someone. My fantasies usually always start out with some domineering man taking control of my life. He might get slightly violent with me, but never excessively so. He's always passionately and erotically sorry afterwards. Somewhere along the line he shows me his sensitive side and declares his undying love, but it always reverts back to the domineering persona in which I have no choice but to give in to his needs and to my own passion.

  Deanne, age 50

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Higher education A level equivalent

  Project Administrator

  Surrey, UK

  I had been sexually active for four years before I got married, which lasted for fifteen years. I'd never enjoyed sex or had an orgasm. It has only been with my partner of sixteen years that I realised how great sex can be. I have sex about four times a week and each session can last up to four hours, and I have multiple orgasms. It is the greatest experience of my life.

  I have fantasies about being submissive, but I don't have the courage to give my partner full control to dominate me completely. In my fantasy I meet a handsome man my age at a party and, after a few dates, we go back to his place one night. After some kisses, things start to get heavy. It's as if he can read my mind about every fantasy I've ever had but didn't have the courage to do – from being dominated by him and having no say in it, including being tied up and engaging in every possible sex act, to using toys and being spanked. With him dominating me I can let my inhibitions go and live out my fantasy.

  Name withheld, 30-something

  Heterosexual

  Single, moderately sexually active

  No children

  Master's degree

  Occupation unknown

  London, UK

  In my favourite fantasy I am dressed in nothing but a corset – one of those ornate Victorian ones, all silk-satin and lace and dyed in muted jewel tones. I've been told I'd look wonderful in a corset, so it fits in perfectly with my scenario. I'm on the bed, bent forwards onto my knees and elbows, my head bowed, forehead resting on the pillow. My wrists are bound in bondage tape, as a
re my ankles. My knees are kept slightly parted, my arms stretched above my head, hands resting on the pillow. A cloth of black silk covers my eyes and is knotted behind my head. The cool air kisses the lips of my cunt and I can feel it opening like a mouth, wet, ready, wanting. But that is not to be, for instead it's another mouth that will be attended to.

  He moves in behind me and begins to tease me with his tongue, flicking it around and around, then darting it inside, tasting me, tasting the forbidden. He tells me how good it is, but he can't bear to wait much longer for his prize. He shifts position and I can feel the dripping head of his cock pressing hotly against the opening of my bum. I've always wanted to be penetrated here, fully penetrated, not just played with. He gets me moistened with his own juices, then pulls away. He begins with one finger, teasing, pushing in past the tight ring of muscle, then withdrawing. Next it's two fingers, he's prepping me, trying to open me up so that I can take his cock inside me. He doesn't want to hurt me; he's said so many times – that this should cause me as little pain and discomfort as possible – though we're both aware that, yes, it will hurt to some degree. My breaths are coming faster as the sensory perceptions of sight and touch have been taken away by my bondage, and he has full control over my body – and me. I've always wanted this, to have a man I'm really into control me like this, to have that kind of trust in a man, knowing he's only for me and I'm only for him – that it's just the two of us in this world, free to indulge any whim, any passion. (Sex, no matter what kind, should be spiritual, special, not a recreational sport. I want a man who feels like this, and he feels like this.)

  His two fingers are lodged way up inside me, so deeply that I think they're going to tear something. But they don't. He asks me if I'm ready and I gasp that I am. I hear the sound of plastic being torn, he's putting on a condom. I don't care if we go bareback, I'd happily take a risk with him, but I don't think I want to deal with the obvious unpleasantries of what will happen once he comes inside me. He moves his cock back into place, we are dispensing with lube, since the condom is nice and lubricated anyway, and, fortunately for me, he's fairly slender in width. I should be able to take it. I hope.

  And I do. I feel him sliding in, slowly, gently, little by little, more and more, coveting this place that no man has ever fully taken possession of before. To my amazement it isn't hurting, not really, and I'm so turned on by being bound, of having my backside at his complete control – Christ, he could really hurt me if he wants, injure me, and the thought excites me even though I trust him and know he won't hurt me, ever, that he will stop the moment I ask him to. But I don't ask. I push back against him, wanting the full length of him inside me, claiming me as his. All his. I feel a stretching, a fullness, it's weird, but not unpleasant, not really painful at all. (Thank God I found a lover with smaller equipment – I don't want to have sex with a donkey!) Soon he stops, and I feel his pubic hair tickling the stretching mouth of my anus; he's inside me, all the way, to the hilt as they say. I stop breathing. I'm not sure what is supposed to happen next. Neither is he. We wait. Then it's like someone has sounded a bell and suddenly I hear him breathing hard, and he starts pumping, slowly, but, yeah, he's pumping, pumping my ass, gently, then when I don't protest, less gently, and soon he's pounding into me with long deep strokes. He reaches a hand up between my thighs to find my clit and starts playing with it, manipulating it back and forth, quickly, since he knows I need a lot of steady stimulation to come, exerting just the right amount of pressure, his finger placed just so, not too far down or up, left or right, but right there on the location I've so often shown him (oh, in an ideal world!). He's a good student; it took a while for him to learn what works for me, but love and desire made him want to make the e-ort. He's playing with me and fucking me in the ass and I can't believe what's happening and I can't see, can't move my hands or my feet. I am trapped, so trapped, and I love it so much that if I died right now it would be OK. He starts to groan and I feel myself moving higher and higher and finally I am coming too, coming harder than I've ever come, with his sweet lovely cock buried deep in me, and his finger spinning my clit till I'm dizzy as he slams into me one last time, falling onto my back and sighing my name. I collapse onto his hand, blind, his cock pulsing inside me. His lovely sweet cock that I so love to taste, to suck. And now, to have inside my ass.

  Cherie, age 38

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Children

  Master's degree

  Construction (professional level)

  Nevada, USA

  At fifteen when I discovered sex, I had been introduced to anal sex and sex during menstruation right away. I thought I'd done a lot and was fairly happy. Today I miss the fact that I didn't dare to be even more adventurous in trying BDSM (spanking in particular) or D/s games earlier. The subtle dominance in the spoken words of someone turns me on. I like people who are not ashamed of whatever kink and just being ready to do it, whatever it is. I love very tender moments in the post-sexual frenzy. I want people who don't back down from whatever they planned on doing.

  I've always driven fast, way above the speed limit (by 10–15 miles per hour), and I fantasise about being arrested by a strapping police officer who would not let me go free with a ticket, but instead would play sexually with me on the side of the mostly deserted road. He would seriously spank me for my behaviour before taking his pleasure with my body and letting me come.

  Name withheld, age 26

  Bisexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Some college

  Self-employed

  Florida, USA

  I'm turned on by people who are comfortable and confident in their sexuality, those who have patience and humour and a sense of adventure, and who can see the absurdity in sex and don't mind the occasional awkwardness, people who are relaxed with themselves and make no apologies for liking what they like, people who are willing to open themselves up to new experiences and new sensations, and who aren't afraid of making a mistake.

  I've always approached sex as more of a benefit and spice to a relationship than being the be-all and end-all, so what I look for in sexual partners is what I would look for in a relationship: kindness, humour, confidence, comfort and a decidedly creative mind. I want someone who isn't jaded, and can occasionally lose all sense of control, pulling me into the nearest private corner for a quickie and feel absolutely no shame from it.

  My fantasies usually contain light to moderate BDSM, unusual locations, encounters that are more laughter and teasing than serious. In my fantasy I want to be put up against a wall! And I'd love to just spend a day or three naked, going about my daily routine without ever knowing exactly when I'm going to be grabbed and ravished.

  Ange, age 30

  Heterosexual

  Virgin

  College degree

  Teacher

  Northeast England, UK

  In my fantasy I am in a darkened bedroom with only candles lit because of a blackout. A shadowed figure approaches me and speaks in gruff tones. He tells me that we are alone in the house and that I must do exactly what he says. I'm not allowed to look at him. He then proceeds to run his hands up and down my body, squeezing my breasts, while he nibbles on my neck. He begins to explain everything he is going to do to me. I will be stripped naked and fucked; if I refuse I will be spanked. I, of course, say no, at which point a sharp spank to my thigh is applied. I gasp aloud and try to turn around; another spank is then laid on my thigh again. I feel his hand running over the hot flesh which his hand has just marked. His hand then goes further up my pyjama shorts and under my knickers. He begins to feel my cunt and laughs, making remarks about how wet and how turned on I am. His fingers are rough and I try not to react to them, but I begin to move in time to the thrust of his fingers, all the while whimpering. He withdraws his hand and takes tight hold of my hips so that I can't move them. He again whispers how he is going to strip me naked and how he can't wait to see my ri
pe bottom. He begins to feel it as he speaks. After a short while I realise he has removed my pyjama shorts and my underwear in one go. I am naked from the waist down. I try to bring my hands up to cover myself but he holds me fast with one hand while he explores again with the other, getting rougher and rougher each time, circling my clit while, maddeningly, not touching it. I am whimpering and begging for him to touch it. He squeezes it between his thumb and fingers. I begin bucking against him while trying to get him to do it again. It is too much and his hand withdraws. He moves my legs further apart and brings me into contact with the hard bulge between his legs. He begins to dry hump me, riding against my bottom while holding me still. He pushes me towards the wall. He makes me rest my head on my crossed arms and proceeds to manipulate my body until my bottom is presented for his liking. He is still rubbing it and I am moving into the caresses. He has rough calloused palms as if he has a job where he works with his hands.

  As I begin to get bolder and move into his caresses, he spanks my bottom hard! I gasp and he hits me again and again until my whole bottom is slightly pink. He tells me it is for my own good, that I am too free with myself and that I should be punished. When he is satisfied that I have learned my lesson, he begins to pet my bottom; all the while I'm mewling with the sensation of my hot bottom, though his touch is soothing. Suddenly I feel something wet as he places a kiss there. He spreads my legs a little wider and begins to lick and kiss all of my bottom as well as plunging into my cunt. I begin to come and so he tongues me harder, licking my clit as if it's a fast-melting ice cream. He rolls his tongue and begins to use it like a penis and plunges in hard and deep. I am coming – yelling at him to do it more and harder. He quickly stands up and pushes my legs as far apart as they can go and plunges his penis into me hard and fast. He is like a piston and I have another orgasm just from first contact. He tries to prolong his own orgasm by slowing down. He withdraws almost all of him while just leaving the tip inside me. I beg him for more and he thrusts in right up to the hilt, all the while telling me what a slut I am and how wet I am for him. He pulls almost all the way out and begins to lightly spank me again with both hands on my bottom. I begin to come and this time he comes with me. We stand like that for a few moments, then he carries me off to bed and lays me down. When I awake in the morning I am unsure as to whether it was a dream or not. However, when I swing my legs around to sit up, my bottom hurts and, when I look in the mirror, I can see handprints on it. In my lipstick written on the mirror are the words 'till the next blackout'!

 

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