The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies by Mitzi Szereto Page B

vibrator. I was not very in tune
with what turned me on and how to enjoy myself. As I have
come to accept my sexual preferences I have found it easier to
express myself in all ways, and am certainly more attuned to
my own body. It's like I'm more comfortable in my own skin.
I am now in a committed relationship. My partner satisfies me
fully, but there are some fantasies, involving more people, that
I will now never be able to fulfil. I sometimes regret I did not
have a more wild life before I settled down! But I am still able
to enjoy several aspects of my sexual fantasies, like attending
burlesque and fetish clubs, and dressing in a manner that
thrills me. I enjoy a very healthy sex life with my partner,
though I don't have much bondage or fetish included, certainly
not as much as before I met him. He satisfies me in other ways,
and is always willing to try new things, but there's always
room for improvement; life would be boring otherwise!
    Generally my fantasies involve me being somewhere I will
never go: for example, a far-off planet, an ocean liner in the
1930s, an ancient jungle kingdom. There I meet people from
contemporary media – shameful, I know, mixing my
fantasies! They variously indulge my whims with me and
people of my choosing. However, a very di-erent recurring
fantasy involves me in heavy bondage, unable to see, but
feeling several people doing various things to me, and I'm
powerless to resist (as if I would want to!). I imagine that
it's di-erent people every time. I must be dominant and
submissive.
    Currently my favourite fantasy takes place in Victorian
times. I am a glamorous courtesan – think Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge , but with more cleavage! My 'client' is a masked
man with long, slightly greying hair and a sultry Scottish drawl.
This, I am sure, stems from my near obsession with Denis
Lawson. He is at first prim and proper until a tango begins to
play and we have the raunchiest dance, gradually ripping off
layers of stiff Victorian clothing until our breath is ragged and
I am in just a corset and dainty boots, and he just in silk
bloomers. I can feel his firm body against me, his hard cock. It
doesn't matter that the room is full of other courtesans and
their partners, I'm enjoying giving them a show! I kneel before
him and offer to taste him, suck him. He catches my hand as
I move to slide down his bloomers and pulls me up roughly,
saying all he wants now is to complete the act we have been
dancing around for the last hour and make me feel him hard
inside me. This new-found manliness turns me to jelly every
time. He shoves me roughly against the wall and does well on
his promise, taking me hard, licking and nipping at my ears
and throat. I can see over his shoulder other couples and groups
taking the initiative. He pulls my corset free at last and, as he
bites and laps at my nipples, I just can't contain myself any
more and come so hard.
    Julia, age 42
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
College
Teacher
Essex, UK
    I realised I was very interested in men by about the age of
fourteen. I used to be mad on soldiers and always found hairy
chests attractive. I knew you couldn't do anything about it,
since girls back then didn't. I've always loved uniforms, especially
police uniforms. I love the idea of play-acting – police
and culprit, fire and rescue, that sort of thing – and even did
some tying up, which was great fun. I still love uniforms and
hairy men. I love rugby players; I'm married to a 6'4" one, but
the changing-room scenario is exciting. I love men together,
find that very exciting – firemen, soldiers, policemen, customs
officers and men in prison. If I could break that in, it would be
very nice.
    I used to fantasise like mad about all di-erent ideas, but
most men I've met don't really like it much and some have
laughed and said, 'I'm not doing that!' I have found sex is far
less satisfactory now than when I was young; it's a real dis-
appointment. I've had to dampen