classified as soft bodice-rippers.
The man is intent on the woman he wants. She is not entirely
happy with the idea of being married to him, but she's drawn
to him and seduced by him in all ways, and in the end they
are together happily. He's always a very alpha-male type, and
he's very protective and caring about the lady in his life. To be
honest, this sort of seduction was always more stimulating to
me than just seeing naked male bodies. I'm still turned on by
alpha males. I think there are only a couple of other men that
turn me on . . . ones that are clearly not alphas. I like attitude
– not disrespect but attitude; not necessarily bad boys but not
doormats, to be sure. I like men that are focused on me when
they are with me. If they are checking out every other woman
out there, they can forget a second date. They can talk to
me . . . to my face, looking in my eyes. If they are talking to the
chest (especially the chest, since I have a fairly impressive one),
they are done for. I've met men who couldn't look at me and
talk at the same time, because I had the nursing breasts and
was wearing wench garb. I love eyes, intense, how the colours
change, the expressions in them. I like intelligent men. I like
men with a sense of humour, even if it's dark humour . . . sarcasm
and irony.
I adore a certain amount of bondage, toy play – more
male-led than me leading, though I don't consider myself a
sub. I have some recurring themes and some breakout fantasies.
The recurring themes often involve a man intent on me,
sweeping me away into hot sex, sometimes in places that I
wouldn't normally consider having sex in real life. Obviously
he's an alpha. My breakout fantasies are often things that my
characters are experimenting with or doing. It might not be
something I personally would do in real life (including samesex
experimentation), but if I can empathise with the character,
I can certainly fantasise about it myself.
There is a man, the only other man I've considered marrying
besides my husband. He's not much of an alpha and never
has been. When my husband and I were separated, we came
close to starting something, but he didn't want to be a
rebound. He gave me time to decide, and I ended up back
with my husband, so nothing ever happened between
us . . . not even a kiss. In the fantasy I've lost my husband and
we get a second chance together. He's hungry, because he's
tired of waiting and won't give me the chance to change my
mind again. His hunger gives him just that edge of alpha to
him and the sex is often and explosive. Since I have few
consensual things I don't do, you can pretty much vary it
from there to just about everything a healthy, experimental
hetero couple does in bed.
Name withheld, age 41
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
National Vocational Qualification
Not employed
Southwest England, UK
Watching women have sex with each other turns me on
massively – to the point where I thought I was bi. However,
never in my adult life have I met a woman I fancied or even
really thought about outside of watching a porno. I think the
reason I like it is that it concentrates on clitoral stimulation.
Interestingly, answering this question has just made me realise
that I never have the urge to write about it either.
At the moment Keanu Reeves is floating my boat; previously
it was Ricky Martin. Straight sex is pretty much as wild
as my imagination gets. Being fucked hard is the main focus
usually. I tend to remember scenes from movies I've seen; I
have a few faves – and I don't need to insert myself into them
to enjoy thinking about them, I'm happy just to remember
them.
I think I have given up on the idea of a competent lover.
That sounds harsh but I mean someone who'll put their ego
to one side long enough to learn what is basically a technique
that will improve the more you practice it. I enjoy sex alone
more than with another person these days. I always know sex
is not going to live up to the hype,