The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies

by Mitzi Szereto

  Kerryn, age 36

  Bisexual

  Single, moderately sexually active

  Children

  Postgraduate student

  Mother/Writer/Library Assistant

  New South Wales, Australia

  I'm turned on by a variety of di-erent things and situations. I like to look at the Williams Street prostitutes (in Sydney, Australia), the ones who don't look like junkies. I love a woman in knee-high boots and a short skirt . . . it's the boots that do it for me. A man looking boyish turns me on no end; I love a clean-cut man with that 'private schoolboy' look: clean-shaven, short-cut hair, polite, tight T-shirt, nice jeans, big brown puppy-dog eyes. I'm turned on by the idea of going to a brothel – of women – and having sex with one or several women. Threesomes with both men and women especially appeal too.

  I enjoy fantasising about forced (consensual) sex, up against the wall in a public place (but not too public – maybe a dark alley). I also enjoy fantasising about passionate, hot, long, romantic and erotic sex with the guy I've met online but never met in person! Sigh. We've been 'talking' online for seven years now . . . I think about him in my sexual fantasies often. It's about the passion. This is a general idea of one of my fantasies: being forced to have sex or being involved in sexual activities – not rape – but enjoying being told to 'spread your legs, bitch' or 'fuck me harder' etc., etc. I like the idea of being thrown (not so as to hurt) up against a wall, roughly handled (but enjoying it), legs forced apart (of course I help a little), his hands plunging down into my pants and in my bra. It's rough but it's hot, it's quick but it's satisfying, it's horny and passionate!

  Hayley, age 24

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  No children

  Further education

  Carer

  Yorkshire, UK

  In my fantasy I get caught flirting with another person and I get taken home, where I get shouted at. The next thing I know I'm being punished by spanking; he grabs me and throws me over his knee like I'm made of air. He smacks me hard a few times but then it becomes more gentle as he starts to caress and fondle me. He turns me over and throws me down on the floor and tells me to go to my room and lie on the bed. When I get there he is close behind me and upon me almost instantly, kissing my neck and face. It gets more and more passionate until he can't take it any more and rips my clothes off; every last bit is torn in two and unwearable again. Once I'm naked, he takes his clothes off as quickly as possible and enters me and just goes for it, no pleasantries, not real foreplay, he just screws me until we're both coming. As he comes he bites down on my neck and chest, marking his territory as his and his alone. Once he is done he leaves me to think about how naughty I was.

  Name withheld, age 28

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  Bachelor's degree

  Arts

  London, UK

  I don't mind sex being represented in pretty much any form – live and let live! But I'm worried about the lack of variety. Sex is everywhere these days, mostly used to sell things, but it's a very monochrome 'Jordan' kind of sexiness. Tan, tits, teeth! I worry about young girls learning their sexuality from popular culture this way, mostly because it might limit their imagination and make their sex lives unsatisfying and predictable. I also think it paints men in a too simplistic light. They aren't all the same, there's as much variety of taste, fantasy, etc., among men as there is among women, in my experience.

  When I first started having sexual fantasies, I was very young and I was too embarrassed to fantasise about myself in a sexual situation. As soon as I saw my own face, I would feel guilty and horrible. So, to start with, all my fantasies were about other women. It was only when I got used to the idea of fantasising about myself that men started to get involved. Consequently, other women are still a big part of my fantasy life, but in practice I'm very hetero.

  I'm a very controlled person in real life, and a worrier, so my fantasies tend to revolve around letting go and giving complete control to someone else. It's very much my decision to surrender that power though; I don't get turned on by the idea of being forced to do something against my will. The taboo, whatever it might be, is a very big turn-on. These days you have to go quite far to feel genuinely naughty. So, for me, that's anal sex, or maybe a rape scenario but not a nasty one.

  In my head it's an attractive guy that I'd actually quite like to have sex with, getting so turned on by me and my flirting, that he completely loses control and takes me, not quite against my will. Incest, too, that's a major theme. I've always been so turned on by the idea of my big brother (I don't have any brothers which probably helps!) sneaking into my room at night, perhaps just touching me at first, but over a few nights progressing to the point where we're having full sex. But the dynamic is still very brother/sister, he's telling me that he's helping me learn important things about sex and that it's healthy for a girl my age to come every day and he's the best and safest person to take care of that for me. In fact, when my boyfriend is making me come with his hand, I'm often imagining that he's my brother and running that dialogue through in my head.

  I have lots of fantasies where I'm quite passive, perhaps pretending to be asleep, and someone else is taking advantage of me, trying to take my clothes off, touch me, etc. Cameras feature quite a lot, too. I love those gonzo films (haven't seen many, but enough to get the idea!) where a quite charming, likeable and attractive guy approaches random women and persuades them (with charm, money or anything else) to start taking their clothes off or put on some kind of sexual display so he can film it or take pictures for his own amusement. For me, it's the persuasion that's the sexy bit; it's about watching a woman gradually loosen up from being perhaps a bit prim at the start, to being completely slutty and up-for-it by the end. Quite sleazy, I know, but there you go!

  Pregnancy is a turn-on; I guess it's quite an animal, instinct ive thing. For me, as I get more and more turned on, I get more excited by the idea of getting pregnant. I don't like the feel of a cock through a condom, I like to feel it bare, to feel the come inside me and feel it coming out and soaking my pants the next day. Partly the excitement is about getting the guy to that point where he's so desperate for your pussy that he'll risk raising your kids for eighteen years just to come in it! And partly it's about the risk I'm taking myself, possibly tying myself into a relationship for the rest of my life just to get off exactly the way I like!

  Cheating – my boyfriend and I share this one. I fantasise about him creating a profile for me on some dating website, advertising me, listing all the things that I like and what I'm looking for (no-strings sex, big cock, likes deep penetration, dressed to please, etc.) and us taking really explicit pictures to send to other men. I'd then arrange to have the one with the best-looking body and biggest cock come round and fuck me while my boyfriend was away on business. As soon as he got back, I'd confess everything. I'd be all dressed up the way he likes, and I'd make him sit there, not allowed to touch me and nursing a huge erection while I told him every slutty detail of how appallingly I'd behaved, how big and hard the other guy's cock was, how much I loved it. Eventually he'd be overcome and would have to take me really roughly, bare, of course, to claim me back.

  At the moment it almost feels like the naughtiest thing a young, career-orientated woman (who wants to be taken seriously) can do is to act like a Tammy Wynette-style domesticated sex slave! And although I would hate it if my boyfriend genuinely related to me on that level, I still get an erotic kick out of playing up to it (with some extreme submission thrown in). So lots of my fantasies right now go something like this: I'm at home, dressed up in a super-feminine and extremely revealing way (stockings, crippling heels, lots of make-up, painted nails, tiny leather skirt, see-through top, etc.) and I've got a list of chores I have to do, cleaning, etc. Most of them are almost impossible to achieve dressed up the way I am.

  While I'm working, my boyfriend c
omes home, so I have to take some time out to see to his immediate needs – maybe pouring him a beer and perching on his lap as he tells me all the terribly hard things he's had to deal with that day. He'll then pat me on the bottom and suggest that I get on with my chores while he watches, relaxing in a chair. Of course, he can't leave me alone for long. He might be tempted to make things a little more difficult for me, maybe make me change my shoes so they're even higher and more difficult to work in, or blindfold me, or pull my knickers down and tie them tight around my knees so I'm hobbling everywhere. Then, after a while, he'll probably want some attention paid to him, maybe he'll require me to suck his cock for a bit or let him stick his tongue down my throat while he plays with my breasts or strokes my legs.

  Eventually he'll make me stand with my back to the wall, press up close against me and stroke my pussy with my hand to make me come. He'll tell me that this was so I'll be ready to take his bare cock later on, when he feels like it. After I come, he'll leave me to get on with my work alone for a while, perhaps with a few more clothes off and with a butt plug in just to keep me ticking over.

  After a while he'll come back, pull up my skirt and slip inside me without saying a word. As he fucks me, he might start to say things like, 'There's my slut, that's what you want isn't it? That's what you need, you've been so good, you deserve my cock.'

  Lynne, age 31

  Heterosexual

  Live-in relationship/marriage

  No children

  College degree

  Homemaker

  Perth, Australia

  I'm turned on by fulfilling relationships that experiment and grow together. Books play a big part and toys, plus di-erent places where you have to plan and anticipate. My fantasy goes like this: he dribbled some oil across his hands and rubbed them slowly together. He reached out and brushed his fingers across the top of her breasts, leaving a glistening sheen. She shivered with sensation; nothing this light had left her so aware of her own body. He pushed her bra straps off and started to massage her shoulders. Her head rocked back against his shoulder, leaving her neck vulnerable. He lowered his head and nibbled. The light pain made her jump.

  His hands had moved down to the top of her bra, playing around the edge. She was going to go crazy if he kept up this slow approach, she was ready to explode now. Trying to get some control back, she slipped her hand behind her and reached down to feel him.

  He stood up quickly and slithered onto the bed with a determined look. 'Oh no, you're not taking control, this is my time to play,' he said, looking around the room. 'If I can't trust you to lie back and enjoy, I'll have to give you your control back.'

  He had found some belts in the wardrobe and brought them to the bed and proceeded to turn her over onto her knees. She had thought he was going to tie her up, but was now thoroughly confused.

  A whoosh from behind her was her only warning before her bottom was on fire. She screamed in outrage and shock. 'What the hell do you think you are doing?' she yelled at him.

  Another stroke exploded on her arse.

  'Be silent and it will stop,' he commanded.

  'Not bloody . . .' as he administered another stroke. He waited a minute in silence to see what she decided to do. The only sound in the room was her harsh breathing as she tried to control her pain.

  He poured some more oil onto his hands and massaged her arse and down her thighs. He unhooked her bra and massaged up her back, slowly soothing any tense muscles until she relaxed again. As he leaned forwards to play with her breasts, she felt his arousal brushing her bottom. Her pussy was sopping wet and he had only been playing with her for five minutes.

  She rotated her bottom against his penis, trying to encourage him closer. He immediately let go of her and, whoosh, another blow struck her.

  'I thought you were more intelligent than this? Do not move unless I tell you to.'

  He returned to his playing. She didn't know what to do; her body was on fire, but she'd never let anyone take control like this. His fingers were magic, flicking her nipples, tweaking them until they were hard nubs. All her attention was focused on the sensation he was creating. He nipped her hard and she flinched away, but his tongue soothed the pain, leaving a warm glow. Over and over again he nipped, then soothed until she thought she would go insane.

  Finally he moved down her body, nibbling as he went. His tongue swirled in her belly button, making her shiver. He moved behind her. He pulled her up to lean back against him, his hands kneading her sensitised breasts. His knees pushed her legs wider until she could stretch no more. His fingers brushed her curls. She wanted to push her pussy into his hands and force him inside, but was afraid of the consequences.

  'Good girl,' he murmured in her ear as if he could read her mind.

  His fingers thrust into her suddenly, almost lifting her off the bed with the force. She came instantaneously, collapsing against him.

  'Did I say you could come?' he asked, abruptly withdrawing his fingers. She shook her head weakly. 'You're not allowed to come until I say you can. Sarah, you need to learn some discipline. I will decide your punishment later.'

  His fingers were back playing in her pussy, spreading her lips and rubbing her clit lightly. He moved away from the bed.

  'I want you to start playing with yourself.'

  She tentatively rubbed her hands over her body, tweaking her nipples with one hand and the other buried deep inside herself. She was so glad to have control over her body again, she could feel an orgasm approaching. She started thrusting her fingers harder and deeper, with her thumb waiting to rub her clit and push her over. She had forgotten where she was, so aware of her body and its approaching climax. She heard a snap and then pain exploded on her already tender arse. She immediately stopped.

  'I told you, not unless I let you,' his voice came from behind her.

  She looked over her shoulder to see where he was, but the day had disappeared and all she could see were shadows.

  'Don't stop touching yourself,' came another demand. Her body was so eager to come that she knew the slightest touch would send her over. She moved her hands to her thighs, slowly massaging them to try and ease the ache and calm her body down.

  She heard a door open and looked over her shoulder again. He had switched on a lamp next to his wardrobe. She caught her reflection in the mirror; her bottom was striped with brightred welts and her body undulated in time with her massaging hands.

  Hands moved her around so she could see the image more clearly. They moved over her hands, slowly stretching them forwards, making her bend over.

  Her bottom was thrust up into the air, displaying her to the world. Her pussy was pink and shining with her come, her butt cheeks open, and she could see her arsehole. The image was startling. She'd never seen herself like this, all flushed with arousal and on display for the world to see.

  'Do you like what you see?' he whispered in her ear. 'Those red stripes really add to your gorgeous bottom.'

  His hands started moulding her butt cheeks, massaging and kneading them. 'Do you like the warm feeling of the stripes? I'm going to fuck you in your arse. The first thing I noticed about you was this lovely bottom of yours. I knew then that I would see you like this with my marks on you, waiting for me to do anything I wanted.'

  She was barely conscious of his words; all her attention was on the image in the mirror and the feeling it was creating.

  'Have you ever been fucked up your bottom?' She shook her head, scared of what was about to happen; she had heard that it hurt.

  'It's delicious,' he continued. 'I won't need any lubricant as you have provided plenty for me. I'll slide my finger inside your arse and, while my cock is deep in your pussy, you will feel stretched, wondering whether you can take me in, but slowly your muscles will relax and I will be deep inside. I will then fuck you senseless until you beg me to let you come, and then I will finally let you.'

  The images he created made her head reel.

  'I do not beg,' she man
aged to creak from a dry mouth.

  'We'll see,' was the only reply that she got.

  He moved behind her again, his cock slipping around, teasing her. He slowly filled her, stopping about halfway in, slowly rocking back and forth. His fingers were oiling her arsehole with her juices, tickling the puckered rose, making it twitch. She could see everything in the mirror, his slowly thrusting body, his cock sliding in and out, his fingers playing in her arse. She was going insane and he had only just got started.

  Everything was so gentle, teasing her, putting her on edge, slowly building to the climax but never coming close to finishing. His finger slipped past her sphincter without any resistance. Everything was moving in tandem, fingers and cock, rocking slowly back and forth. A second finger entered her arse, stretching her. The movement stayed the same, and the muscles slowly relaxing let her enjoy the dark feeling this was creating.

  She could feel her orgasm starting to build. His cock pulled out, but his fingers kept up their rhythm. The feeling from her bum was indescribable. She couldn't believe she was here with fingers thrusting in her bum and her dying to come.

  'I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready to beg yet?' he goaded. She shook her head, biting her lips to keep quiet.

  His fingers eased out and she could feel his tip pressing gently but insistently. His fingers massaged her mound and around her clit, distracting her. She wiggled her bum and he pushed past any resistance. He paused as her body became acclimated to the new invasion.

  His fingers were increasing the pressure on her clit, and she had to move in time with the motion. He started rocking, slowly easing himself in. The image in the mirror was incredible. He looked across and met her eyes and, with the last thrust, he was in to the hilt.