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,
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