The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (8 page)

I am still technically a virgin, but, as I've grown up, I've found
myself less bothered by how much I fantasise and what I fantasise
about. I have developed from just reading a story or
watching a film to fantasising about what I would have liked
to see happen, so I'm becoming more sexually confident –
strange but true. And I know what I like and have no problems
with demanding it – if only I could find a decent, good-looking
rich man to give it all to me! The only thing that holds me
back is the lack of a decent man/decent men. I have never even
found someone that I could use for a little while. If they're
sweet and cute then I walk all over them and if they're selfconfident
then they know their own worth and only go for
big-titted, common sluts – dammit all to hell! If I found a man
I would have no problem with sharing/acting out all my fantasies
with him. And then sharing his! So long as I trusted him
then anything's possible.

One of my current favourite fantasies is that of an early
nineteenth-century lady who lives in a house with her parents.
One night the butler (who's a slightly older man than her)
catches her trying to sneak a man into her room and basically,
to cut a long story short, bribes her into sucking him off to
prevent him from telling her parents of her behaviour. She is
a novice, untutored, and he teaches her what she should do.
After that, the pair find ways to be together when the house
is empty. They fuck on the doorstep, on the stairs, in the
ser vant's quarters, in her bed, her parent's bed, and against a
lot of walls. Lots of really hot, deep, sweaty sex – nothing sweet
and pure! I think I like the whole reverse-role thing where the
submissive person is actually the person in the dominating
position, and I am a fan of bodice-ripper scenes. The actual
fantasy/storyline changes each time, but I do like to have fun
with it. It's like dress-up for my mind!

Nicola, age 30
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
College student
Manchester, UK

I enjoy fantasising about inexperienced younger men to whom
I teach lots of rude things, or geeky guys who don't think
anyone could find them attractive, but under their glasses and
nerdy clothes is a bu-, sexy man with great stamina. I now
know that my imagination and experiences don't have to
involve me just pleasuring the man and not receiving pleasure.
More often than not I get it all and they get little or none. I
would love to be a dominatrix.

Here is my fantasy. I am a mixed race, big and beautiful
princess in Georgian times and I live with my parents and
two younger brothers in a country house, since my naval
officer husband was lost at sea. My father doesn't like me
being lonely, so he asks his younger naval captain friend to
marry me. I like the captain; he's friendly and kind and very
handsome. In the drawing room one evening the captain and
I are having a conversation after everyone has retired to bed.
He says he's going away for a few weeks and is happy to be
marrying me because I make him very aroused, and he tells
me that he'd like it if I were his madam and would I please
punish him. He adds that he has to be dominating in his job,
so he wants me to dominate him. I find this really exciting
and decide to play along. I tell him that I'm going to punish
him for looking at my big breasts while we were dining and
I instruct him to bend over the table with his trousers down
and his bottom in the air. While he's doing this, I get my
riding crop. I position myself to the side of him and spank
him with it, soft at first, then harder. I'm really getting a
thrill, and he's so excited that when I let him stand up he
spurts come all over my dress. I make him get on his hands
and knees and lick it off, which he does obediently. I tell him
that he must come to see me tomorrow for more punishment.

The next day I again meet up with the captain in the drawing
room, where it's quiet. He says he has been thinking about me
all day and that he couldn't sit down for hours because I
whipped him very well, adding that if there's anything he can
do for me then I should let him know. I nod my head and tell
him I'm very angry that he enjoyed what I did and that I'll
have to punish him harder today for enjoying it so much. He
has an excited glint in his eye, but pretends to be very sorry. I
pick up my riding crop and instruct him to strip. He takes off
all his clothes and folds them, placing them neatly on the
nearest chair, which I find quite sweet. He then stands naked
and erect in the middle of the room.

I walk slowly around my fiancé studying every part of him,
paying careful attention to his long legs, lean body and firm
buttocks with its faint pink lines. Looking at these lines that
I'd made only yesterday makes me very aroused. I'm aware
that he feels uncomfortable being so closely scrutinised, but
that only makes me more excited. I walk up behind him and
whisper in his ear for him to get on his hands and knees atop
the desk so I can see him better. He does so tentatively, trying
hard not to show his excitement. I can see his balls hanging
down; I tap them lightly with my riding crop and hear a sharp
intake of breath, so I tap them harder and harder. The captain
tells me that if I keep doing that he will come. I say that he's
not to talk to me and that he is only to come when I say so.
He nods and lowers his head, and I whip him on his bottom
hard to show him I'm his boss. He whimpers, which drives
me to whip him again and again, causing three angry red
lines to appear on his behind. I tell him to lie on his back,
and when he does his dick points right up to the ceiling. I
stroke the riding crop slowly up and down his hard shaft and
see his balls tighten, telling me that he's ready to come. He
tries to touch his cock, but I hit his hands away, reminding
him that I will tell him when he's allowed to come. But I
myself am so aroused at the control I have that it's all I can
do to stop myself from lifting up the skirts of my dress and
lowering myself onto his hard rod. He looks into my eyes and
I can see that he's at his limit so I tell him, 'OK, Captain, give
it your best shot', and at this he shoots his load straight up
into the air with a loud groan. He has come all over himself
and I tell him to clean himself up. While he's doing so, I walk
over to the chair on which he carefully placed his clothes
earlier. I take his hanky out of his pocket, lift up my skirts,
spread my legs, and wipe the hanky between my pussy lips
until a big, wet, sweet-smelling stain appears. I replace the
hanky just before the captain returns, still naked but clean.
I sit on the edge of the desk and lift up my skirts, showing
him my moist pussy. His eyes grow wide and his member
grows hard again. I tell the captain to kneel between my legs,
and he buries his face in my pussy, licking and nibbling my
clit so well that he makes me come with such a force I nearly
fall off the desk.

He rises to his feet and stands between my legs. I can feel
his hardness pressing against my pussy lips. He leans forwards
and whispers in my ear, 'I know it is wrong for me to take your
innocence before we are married but I ask your permission to
let me please you the way you please me.' He steps back, his
eyes pleading, and I remind him that I was married before and
that I would be honoured if he pleased me, so with a smile he
slowly enters me. I wrap my arms around him and as he goes
deeper I can feel my orgasm rise. The captain thrusts his solid
member deeper and harder inside me and brings me to the
most amazing orgasm I've ever had. As I come I feel him
explode deep inside me.

After our breathing stabilises, the captain looks me in the
eye and smiles, saying he is going to enjoy being married to
me. I tell him he's allowed to get dressed, to which he bows,
and that makes me smile. When the captain is fully dressed,
he gives me a long passionate kiss and says he will miss me
while he's away. As he walks out of the door, I tell him that if
he misses me too much he can smell the hanky. Intrigued, he
pulls out his hanky and smells it and, as he does, a huge smile
spreads across his face.

Name withheld, age 44
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Master's degree
User-Interface Designer
California, USA

I mostly fantasise about being dominated, overwhelmed,
manhandled, or otherwise forced into sexual situations. In these
fantasies I am being lusted after madly and seduced, and
occasionally being worshipped, or being the seducer of a sweet
young thing. One of my long-time favourites is a classic
Victor ian romance-type fantasy. I'm a proper young lady in
Victorian times (more or less), wearing a long elaborate gown
with a plunging neckline. I've slipped away from a party and
my chaperone to meet secretly with a young man – a handsome,
fair young man whose family owns the estate where
the party is being held. We've agreed to rendezvous in a quiet
room, but he hasn't yet arrived. While I'm waiting for him, his
good-for-nothing half-brother lets himself into the room and
finds me there.

The half-brother is handsome in a dark, cruel, sneering
way. He's bitter because he's older but has somehow been
cheated out of his rightful place as his father's heir. When
he sees me, he knows immediately what I'm doing here. He
torments me a while with verbal fencing – I desperately want
him to leave before his brother comes and our plans are
revealed. He suggests he might tell my chaperone that he
found me here, alone, clearly planning to meet someone
. . . who?

I decide to bolt from the room, but he has locked the door.
I turn back and find him standing there, too close to me. He
tells me I'm really quite beautiful . . . and starts stroking my
hair, my neck . . . I tell him to take his hands off me, I threaten
to scream . . . He asks if I want to explain to everyone why I'm
here alone in this room with him in the first place.

I'm trying to decide what to do, but his hands are distracting
me. He's holding me too close, now he's kissing my neck,
moving down to my breasts . . . I try to pull away, but he's
holding me too tightly. Suddenly he throws me onto the sofa
and looms over me. I try to struggle up, but I'm tangled in my
gown and his weight is pressing down on me. His hands are
everywhere, he's biting my neck and then, in a fit of passion,
he tears open the front of my gown. I cry out but he covers my
mouth with his . . . I'm going liquid, I can't believe what's
happening to me.

He chuckles;
he
knows what's happening. He says it's lucky
he got to me first, his brother wouldn't know what to do with
a girl like me. He lifts up my skirt, reaches underneath . . . I beg
him not to do it, but he won't listen, he won't stop . . . and I'm
not sure I really want him to. I threaten again to scream, and
he asks if I want everyone to see me all exposed like this.

His hand is in a place that I don't even want to know I have,
I'm melting, I'm panting, I don't know what's happening . . . Then
his hands are at his own waist and the next thing I know
something is entering me Down There. I try to cry out but I'm
coming . . .

Knock, Knock . . . Who's There?

Name withheld, age 43
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Some college
Executive Assistant
North Carolina, USA

My current fantasy is to have sex with a totally hot, tall, dark
and handsome stranger. After strong passionate kisses, we will
slowly undress each other, then he'll guide me over to the bed
and lay me on my back. He takes off my panties and runs his
hands over my pussy and sni-s me. He uses his fingers to open
my lips and slowly licks my clit. He plunges his tongue deep
inside me, tasting my juices and telling me how good I taste.
My back is arched, and he puts his hand on my stomach and
tells me to calm down because this is going to take a while. I
claw at the sheets as I feel his tongue circling my clit and
licking my lips hungrily. He pushes my legs up high and licks
all the way down to my asshole. He licks and teases me by
sticking his tongue in just a little way. He then asks me if I've
ever had someone tongue-fuck my ass and I whisper no. He
plunges his tongue in my ass and I can feel it slowly moving
in and out. I'm dizzy with desire because this is so taboo but
feels so good. He licks and sucks my hole and fingers my pussy.
He pulls his fingers out and licks them and then starts
devouring my clit and pussy again. I scream out loudly as he
brings me to climax and he keeps on licking. I try to squirm
away, but he grabs my thighs and pulls me back even closer
to him and his darting tongue. He looks up and says, 'I told
you this was going to take a while.' My body is covered in goose
bumps and he starts in on what will be a wave of orgasms
for me. He then flips me over and licks my ass from behind.
I'm on all fours and trembling, his tongue hungrily slurping
all the juice from my pussy. I arch my back and grind my ass
into his face. He pulls back and says, 'Yes, baby . . . give that ass
to me. Make me suck you and tongue you harder.' I explode
again and I can feel the juices begin to run down my thighs . . . I
feel his tongue licking anxiously after those juices and I cannot
believe that I am being devoured like this. He is so hungry for
every last drop and never takes his hands off me. He grips my
ass and plunges his tongue deep inside me, sucking and
moaning and slurping me . . . I can hardly take it. I scream out
for him to fuck me . . . he says he won't yet. He works his way
from my dripping cunt to my asshole and plunges his tongue
inside me again. I'm shaking, I'm moaning and screaming and
grasping at the sheets. I beg him to fuck me. He mounts me
from behind and then stops. He pulls out and asks me to suck
him. I scurry around like a dog in heat and take his hard veiny
cock in my mouth. I hear him let out a long moan and he tells
me how hot my mouth is and not to suck him to completion
because he has other plans for the load he has inside him. I
suck hungrily and I feel his hands running through my hair.
He tells me how good my ass looks from that angle and I suck
him even harder. I taste his sweet pre-come and I want more.
He pushes me back and tells me not to be such a greedy girl.
I smile and he pushes me back around onto my knees. I am
breathing so heavily with the anticipation of his first thrust
into me. He takes me and starts out slowly but very deeply.
His cock feels amazing . . . like hard steel. He picks up his pace
and stops momentarily to lick my pussy again to tell me how
good it tastes and feels . . . I scream for him to fuck me harder.
He plunges deep into me and grabs my ass tightly and he
unloads his hot come inside me . . . I scream out and orgasm
too. The thought of him driving into me drives me wild. He
screams out my name and then pulls out and plunges his hard
dripping cock into my ass. I gasp out loudly but love it. He
pounds me hard and I come again. He stops and then gets on
his knees and buries his face in my dripping pussy and eats
me all over again.