Forbidden Flowers by Nancy Friday Page A

usually in his car, occasionally we rent a motel room, although I have to be home by 1:30 A.M. I guess I should tell you our favorite ways of fucking before I tell you my fantasies. First of all, we both get greatest satisfaction with me on top. He can touch my clitoris when I'm this way, and I can fondle his balls. When in the car, I kneel over him while he's sitting, and this way he can use one finger on my clitoris, and another finger up my anus. I adore the feeling I get when his finger is in my asshole. I come the best this way. We use every possible word, while fucking. I love to hear him say what he's doing, and really letting the words flow. However, we never use these words any other time. I also enjoy a good sound spanking on my bare bottom before making love. (He can't stand me spanking him, though.) It feels great when he puts a lotion on my fiery bottom afterward.
    We both enjoy the sixty-nine position, with me on top. This way he can also use his hand. I can't come when he's not using a finger on my clitoris. Often, he'll go down on me before we make love; I usually come while he's doing this.
    Now, for fantasies. I guess mine are basic, not too unusual. I often daydream of having sex with another woman, but I never think of this while we're fucking. I'd really like to try it with a girl, but truthfully, I don't know anyone I could do it with. By the way, none of my girl friends, except one, know that John and I fuck. If the opportunity ever arose, I'd definitely try it.
    (And I'd never tell John.)
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    I'd also like to pretend that John was a doctor, and he'd have to give me an enema. I can see him wearing the kind of white gauze mask that doctors wear and leaning over me. I am on a special gynecological table, with my feet in the stirrups, but because he is going to carefully examine my anus before giving rime an enema, I am lying facedown, so I am all spread open for him, my cunt and my anus. First, he pokes his finger in my asshole and tries to look in. But he can't see enough. So he takes out a kind of surgical pliers and warms the cold metal in a bowl of warm water. Then he inserts the pliers in my anus, and when they are in good and deep, he slowly opens them so he can have a good look in. For some reason of anatomy I don't understand, he has to put his fingers in my vagina while he is examining my asshole. Perhaps this helps open it up more.
    Then when he has it figured out, he says to me, “Well, I will have to give you an enema. That will fix you up.” But instead of having me sit on a toilet, he puts me in a kind of swing, so that I am supported under the shoulders, and from the knees down, but my bottom is hanging naked down below. John brings in an enormous enema bottle and hangs it up high over my head. “This will really fix you up,” he says, and begins to insert the rubber pipe into me. He is down below the canvas swing, so I can't really see him, but he's shoving in inches and feet of rubber piping, really shoving it in. And then as he turns on the warm water, he leans over to kiss me. As he does so, he puts his fingers on my clitoris and lovingly plays with it. I can feel the water gently running up through me; John is holding my cunt lips tenderly in his hands and telling me I'll be all right soon. The feeling is very peaceful, but even as I write this, I can feel myself almost beginning to come.
    That fantasy may seem a bit gross, but I'd really like it to happen. (Wherever could I get stirrups and the canvas swing and such?) I don't know if I'll ever get enough nerve to ask John to do this, but maybe if I get drunk enough … I'm sure he would agree – he never refused to try anything. I'd also like to shave all my pubic hair off, but he is repulsed by the idea.
    We also masturbate together (I seldom do it alone), and we've seen each other pee. It's most romantic in the dark deep woods!
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    I hope I've helped you in some way. Please hurry and publish your next book. I can hardly wait