The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies

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

Book: The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies by Mitzi Szereto Read Free Book Online
Authors: Mitzi Szereto
because, let's face it, most men
just don't have a clue. Watching women really really turns me
on – blonde women who are slim and have small breasts with
soft pink nipples.
    The Romantics
    Kitten, age 20
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
High School
Unemployed
South Wales, UK
    The gentleness of the female form has always turned me on;
for the men it's the knight in shining armour thing. I fantasise
several times a day, usually about a dark, handsome, mysterious
stranger taking advantage of me. My favourite fantasy starts
with my best friend approaching me while we're out with a
group of mates partying up a mountain. We sit around chatting
for a while, then as we drink more we get everyone to play a
game of hide and seek. As this game is being played, my best
mate finds me. I run and he chases me, finally catching me,
and we fall to the ground near the top of this mountain. The
fog is rolling around us on the ground and the moon is full and
the stars are out, and we look at each other for a minute, then
we kiss gently, slowly getting more passionate until we're
ripping each other's clothes off and rolling around in the dewy
grass under the stars and moon . . . well, use your imagination
for the rest (it's very romantic, yet very passionate).
    Barbara, age 58
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Master's degree
Artist
California, USA
    I'm turned on by tender intellectuals who are curious and
playful and not afraid to experiment, but who know when to
stop. I think I used to fantasise about being raped; I thought
it would be a way to have sex but not take responsibility for
my feelings. This was the attitude of a scared child. I no longer
have this fantasy, but enjoy participating in my own sexual
experience. Now I just play and have a great time. I also fantasised
about being covered with whipped cream, though found
the experience to be lacking; it melts too quickly. I have fulfilled
my fantasies, and found some better than others. I let go of
the ones that did not feel good to me.
    My fantasy begins with skinny-dipping. The water feels so
good. We then sit in a tub and draw on each other with watersoluble
utensils, followed by washing each other all over. When
dry, I would be tickled all over with feathers, then laid down in
front of the fire, where honey would be dripped all over my front.
My lover then licks the honey off and kisses me all over, turning
me over and fucking me front and back (not in the asshole,
though – I've tried it and it just hurts without pleasure).
    Breezy, age 30
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Some college
Retail Manager
Illinois, USA
    I have been sexually aware since I was a child. The first thing
I saw was a copy of Playboy magazine. I remember thinking I
wanted to be her and have her. Then, as I got older, sex became
more of a way to feel things. I was closed off emotionally and
yet through sex I was able to really be me. I love lace, silk and
satin. And I have had many older men as lovers. I guess I wanted
to learn as much as possible. I find athletic people turn me on.
I love beautiful legs and devastating smiles. I'm a sucker for
American Football players.
    In my fantasy we are in a field having a picnic on a perfect
sunny day. Suddenly from out of nowhere my fantasy man
grabs me and lowers me to the ground. He kisses me deeply,
taking my breath away. I gasp as he starts to kiss my neck,
moving lower and lower. I suddenly realise that he has been
undressing me and is slowly taking his tongue down my body,
first over my nipples, then down my stomach, lower and lower
until he comes to the apex between my thighs.
    I moan as he slowly brings me to a roaring climax. It starts
to darken and I realise there are raindrops falling on us. But he
feels so good that I do not stop him. I come again and again. He
slowly starts to move back up my body with his tongue, kissing
me deeply and plunging into me at the same time.
    There is thunder now. The rain is coming down

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