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Esther
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From uwm.edu!caen!uflorida!MAPLE.CIRCA.UFL.EDU!X9999BNA Tue Apr 30 19:15:05 CDT 1991
The following is one of the reponses Nancy Friday received when she set-out
to find women willing to share their sexual fantasies, as part of the research
on a book about what, why, when, and where women fantasize. It is an excellent
book. Not just erotic but informative, both for men and women. The book was
first published in 1973 and it's ISBN number is 0-671-82575-5.
This entry is under the "Sharing Fantasies" section of the book, from
chapter six, "Fantasy Accepted".
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Esther
I am fifty years old, and my husband is fifty-four. We have two children,
both married. We are both college graduates, and my husband has an
above-average income, which permits us to travel quite extensively. Since I
was about twenty-eight, we have enjoyed a very active and varied sex life. My
husband (I will use the name Bill) approves of all my sex activities, whether
participating, assisting, or merely looking on. He would never be jealous or
angry at anything I might tell him, if it enchanced my sex feeling. He
insists that I mention the fact that my body is firm and trim, with about the
same weight and measurements I had at thirty. We both believe that lots of sex
is the best figure control a woman can practice.
I do not often fantasize during coitus with Bill, but it does happen on
occasion. We vocalize a lot, giving directions, telling each other how it
feels, etc.
I fantasize continuously while I masturbate. I conjure up many images at
different times, depending how I am doing it. My most frequent image is of my
boxer screwing me (this actually happens about every other day). Sometimes I
fantasize sex with two men. I do it by alternating dildos between my vagina
and my mouth, pretending that I am being screwed by one and Frenching the
other. At times I have carried this further to include three men, by inserting
a small dildo in my anus. Less elaborate fantasies have included my brother,
my sister's husband, an uncle, and numerous attractive men we know.
When Bill or the boxer perform cunnilingus on me, I often just lie back with
eyes closed and imagine all sorts of oral situations. They are often lesbian
in nature, and mostly are concerned with a beautiful girl friend with whom I
made love many times between the ages of fifteen and seventeen. Unfortunately,
our family was transferred, breaking up our relationship. I had sex with
other girls, but none were as lovely or skillful as my first friend. I have
told Bill that if our paths should ever cross, I would go to bed with here, if
she were willing, and I am sure she would be.
I began fantasizing at a very early age; at eight, I believe. At that time,
my uncle, then about fourteen, showed me his erect penis, and showed me where
it was supposed to go. He gave me a demonstration with his finger, which I
enjoyed very much, and rubbed the head of his penis against my small hole. We
engaged in similar sex play many times, and I began to masturbate reguarly.
Always, it was accompanied by thoughts of his finger screwing me, or his penis
caressing my inner lips and clitoris. When I was thirteen, I began having sex
with my brother, and this continued irregularly until about my sixteenth year.
I enjoy imagining that I am on exhibition. I have performed for Bill so
often that I am accustomed to an audience, albeit of one. In our travels we
have had several oportunities to view sex exhibitions, and strangely, perhaps,
I always identify with the girls, and how, and to what extent, I felt that I
could improve upon their performance. I am sure that I have a decided streak
of exhibitionism in me. I love to pose for pictures; the sexier the better. In
mild ways (with Bill's approval), I have indulged in exhibitionism. For
instance, I have not worn panties in many years, except (honest injun) when I
am expected to take them off; at the doctor's or the dressmaker's. I have
given lots of strange men an unexpected peek at my pussy, while Bill and I
observed their suprised and pleased reactions. Usually, this occurs on a motor
trip, and I will have applied lipstick to my labia, to be sure they are
unmistakably visible against the background of dark brown hair. Being rather
moist and swollen, their visibility is enhanced. On trips, we always have a
dildo handy and, of course, the boxer. I have let him screw me many times as
we traveled, much, I am sure, to the surprise of passing truck drivers, who
must have wondered what a large dog was doing with his paws on the back of the
front seat.
Speaking our fantasies out naturally decreases the novelty of the particular
situation to some extent. But we have discarded few, if any, of our fantasies.
Actually, we have experienced many of our best fantasies, but even so, they
remain effective sex stimulators. The most effective, the favorite, and the
one which has withstood the test, is the one concerned with bestiality. It
began about twenty years ago, and became a reality about three years ago. Our
present dog is the third one, and he should be good for five or six years. The
first two were German Shepherds, and we have trained all of them. Until the
kids went away to college, dog-screwing was mostly reserved for special
occasions, although I had cunnilingus often. I kept the dog satisfied with
masturbation and, when Bill was there to help guard against being surprised, I
would fellatiate them. I know this may sound terrible, but it is really very
pleasant, especially as I always thoroughly bath that area with a non-
irritating alcohol antiseptic which can be had in any drugstore. Precautions
are unnecessary now, but I still enjoy giving him a suck sometimes.
I hope that none of what I have written has been offensive. Please use it in
any way you wish, if it has any value.
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