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Something is imagined or felt by the little girl, something comes into view that stimulates her. The child does not yet know, nor does she need to know, that these are specifi- cally sexual feelings. She only knows that they make her feel good. She goes over the stimulating incident again and again in memory, almost as a form of sympathetic magic to make the experience recur; it is the same form of primitive logic that made the cavemen draw pictures of deer when they wanted to meet them on the hunt. This is truly our Age of Innocence. The knowledge of good and evil conventionally viewed had not yet been forced upon us. Is it any wonder that we withdraw to these happy memo- ries, these simple joys, during our grown-up times of stress, frustration, or boredom? We were safe and felt alive then; memory allows us again to draw upon these emotions in fan- tasy. Unfortunately, it is a period of childhood that does not last long. Very soon the little girl begins to notice that when she says this or does that her parents frown or quickly change the subject. She becomes aware that vari- ous aspects of her thought or behavior are not to be mentioned. She learns concealment and evasion - but in her mind, at least. They are too exciting to give up. Guilt and silence turn her memories into fantasies. In our outlawed memo- ries, our first fantasies begin. What heightened her pleasure in these erotic scenarios was to imagine them while she could hear her mother moving around in another part of the house. Right under her mother's nose, so to speak, she could play with these forbidden thoughts. In the secrecy of her mind, she could be sexually defiant. Carla's letter is not so much the work of an imagination like Dorothy's as it is a collection of resummoned actualities. This loving evocation of the past can be defined as sexual fantasy too: When memories carry too heavy a charge of psychic pain, the fanta- sizer usually drops or disguises them, putting an emotional distance between herself and the ideas that excite her. She makes up imaginary events, uses imaginary people to express her eroticism; she can almost be said to see herself in the third person in heal fantasy scenes - all this incredible sex is not happening me it is happening to her. I hasten to add here that this does not mean that imaginary fantasies are the work of puritanical or guilt ridden minds. I would say instead that they are the work of creative minds that 17 need strategies other than memory over a distance of time to overcome inhibitions. Dorothy's fantasies may be more the works of imagination than Carla's, but nobody reading Doro- thy's six scenarios could feel they were invented by an inhibited woman. What is most interesting about Carla's letter to me is that while her memories of past and present sexual experiences would shock or horrify most, people, Carla herself speaks of them all very fondly, with total acceptance of every man, every sexual encounter - with less guilt about breaking even the in- cest barrier than most women would feel about kissing a stranger at a party. She speaks of her memories with no bra- vado, no shouts of defiance that might make us feel she was protesting too much. Dorothy I have just finished reading your book. My Secret Garden, and I can truly state that it has changed my life for the better. It took my husband and I four evenings to read it, and those four nights produced the most fantastic sex of our entire married life. I had no idea that knowing about other women's sexual fantasies would turn him on so, and now I think I have the courage to describe some of my own to him, which I've never done before. You see, I had a very strict upbringing. Actually, I suppose it was no more strict than most women's, certainly no worse than that of the other girls I grew up with. But looking back now, I can see it's a miracle that I grew up with any feel- ings of sexuality whatsoever, given the fact that the atmosphere around our home was that sex just wasn't nice. Let me say that I'm twenty-six, have been married for a year to a wonderful man I lived with for a year before we married, have no children, and I have a good job as an executive secre- 18 tary. My husband and I are middle class, both with college educations. I know now that I have always engaged in sexual fantasy, but up until this point, I felt very guilty and ashamed of my fantasies, and even tried very hard to keep from having them. I can remember how guilty I felt as a little girl when I went to church with my parents, and knew what a terrible little sinner I was for having had those wicked thoughts during the week. I used to pray for salvation although no one in my family was terribly religious. However, I was never able to banish these deliciously nasty thoughts from my mind; lying in bed as a child and thinking about them, even as I heard my mother moving about the house, made them all the more thrilling. Many of my fanta- sies stem from these early childhood daydreams, and have never lost their impact. Now, your delightful book has finally enabled me to relax with a guilt-free conscience and enjoy them. As I have jotted down the basic themes before starting this letter, I see that I have at least six basic fantasies - each one involves a different position, and 1 adapt the appropriate fantasy to coincide with the particular position I'm actually in bed. Below are a couple of my favorites: I use this one while being manipulated by hand before intercourse. It's in the s, and I am a beautiful, homeless, penniless young maiden on a voyage by ship to America. The ship's captain handsome, rugged, much older has agreed to take me, even though I have no money for my passage. After we are underway, though, I soon realize that there will be a payment demanded of me, and I am helpless to resist. Do I want to be thrown overboard in the middle of the Atlantic? I am the only woman aboard a ship of rugged, lusty, men, and they all stare at me with desire and longing for my exquisite body. The captain, however, saves me for himself. Since he knows I am a virgin and doesn't want to actually deflower me I justify this dubious morality of his by making the setting in a very non permissive time in history , my requirement is to al- ways be by his side, where he can lift my long skirt with on hand and enter me slowly and passionately with his fingers 19 while he is otherwise engaged in commanding his ship. At this point. I've usually had an excellent orgasm, and do indeed speak those words, to which my hubby happily accommodates, as that is what he has been waiting for. He has no idea what has been going on in my head to bring me to such a frenzy - he only knows his fingers drive me wild! This is for the male-superior position. I am a school- teacher in a rural school, and several young, lusty farm boys have cornered me in the one-room schoolhouse after school. Their purpose is a bet: They throw me down across my own desk on my back, pull up my dress, pull off my panties, and while the other boys are holding my arms and legs, this big stud goes to work, ramming it in, accompanied by the taunts and encouragements of his friends. The boys holding my legs spread them wider apart so that he can get deeper into my struggling, writhing body, and he keeps on thrusting away, all the time using his filthiest words, imploring me in a strong but gentle voice to come all over him. I prolong this part as long as it takes me to reach my climax, and it's always a blockbuster. In fact, writing this down seems to bring the whole image flowing back to mind so strongly. I'm really getting turned on. These images had never entered my mind before except during sex. As I said before, I have a different fantasy, for everything in- cluding cunnilingus and fellatio, but I'm not going to write them all down or I'd end up writing a book myself. I will say they include such participants as a horse, a dog, Indians, a 20 doctor, and a headmaster in a girl's school. I change roles in each one, and sometimes I'm beautiful and sophisticated, while in others I am childish or simpleminded. Each one is elaborate; but so familiar and dear to me that the right one just pops into my mind without my even consciously willing it. They make sex more vivid and meaningful for me, and I don't think I could bear to be without them. As I said before, thanks to your wonderful book. I'm no longer going to try. I absolutely promise that these fantasies are legitimate, and I'd be glad to write them all down for you if you should want me to, so the name and address are legit also. I look eagerly forward to your next book, and I do hope I may have been of some small help - you've helped me more than 1 can tell you. Carla and Tom Since my brother and I read your book. My Secret Garden, we have felt great relief to know we were not the only brother and sister who fuck. May we add our bit to your next book? I hope it will help others like us. Being in bed with him seems like the most natural thing of all. I like to go over my memories when I have nothing else to do. It gives me a warm feeling to remember all the people in my life, because I liked so many of them. I remember when I was six that my mother used to scold me when she caught me playing with my cunt, but I always had the desire to expose myself to the little boys who came over to play in our yard. I would take off my panties, and I remember several times the older boys would take me into a comer and play with my cunt. Some boys took all their clothes off one day and laid me down on their shirts and pants and worked their fingers up me. I liked it, but it made me sore. I didn't say anything to my mother, because she would stop the boys from coming over to play at our house. The first time a bigger boy took me into the 21 back seat of a car in a garage, he removed all my clothes and spread my legs so far apart I thought he would split me apart. He kept getting closer and closer, and I thought he was exam- ining me. He promised to come over often and do this to me. We found places like our attic, garage, or sheds in the woods. I was very sad the day his family moved to another part of the state, but before he left, he taught me a nice game. He used a weiner to jack me off with and then told me to eat the weiner so that nobody would ever discover I had a weiner in my bedroom. When he moved away, 1 used to do this and think of him. When I was old enough to go to school, the boys soon found out that they could get to play with my cunt any time at all. My uncle found the same to be true one summer we spent July and August on his ranch in New Mexico. Un- cle was very kind to me, and when he suckers my cunt, he did it very gently. I remember one time we were a long way from home, and he found a spot where it was really quiet. He had me undress completely, and he spread out a large quilt, laid me down, and put his tongue in my cunt. At this time, I was nine years old. We had fun, and then he undressed and showed me his cock. I had never seen a grown man's cock before, and I did not understand how it could be so big. He got on top of me and told me to be easy in my mind; he was just going to put the head of his cock up to my cunt. I asked him what would hap- pen then, and he said that he would just do with his cock the way he had always done with his finger, so I wasn't frightened. Instead, did that ever start my desire to have that cock in my cunt. He spread my cunt lips open and gently shoved his cock part way in. His actions just drove me to want that big cock all the way in, just as I had gotten used to shoving a big, rubber, imitation weiner all the way in when I wanted to jack off. The rubber one was bigger and better than the real ones I had 22 started with. When my uncle shoved his whole cock in, he found it was easier to do than he had thought. He asked me if I had ever fucked before. I told him about the big rubber weiner. He asked if I had brought it along. I had, and told him how I used it when I was by myself. That made him so excited that after our first fuck he spent two more hours just sucking my cunt. Then he asked me to take his cock in my mouth. I was so afraid that if I said no he would never fuck me anymore that I took his cock and sucked him. He kept telling me to suck harder, and after I had sucked awhile my tongue got sore, so we stopped. When we returned to the house everyone had gone to see a movie, so that left us alone. I was so tired that I just fell asleep. When I woke up, my uncle was sucking my cunt. The next day my uncle and aunty had to go into town for a meeting, leaving my brother and I alone. We spent the time looking around because being on a ranch was so new to us. We came across two dogs who were trying to fuck. We watched and it got me so passionate that I stepped backward, up against the front of my brother's pants. He was feeling the same way, because without a word, he put his hands up under my halter, exposing my little breasts and cupping my tits in his hands. We soon were kissing, and he had me walk around to the back of the milk house. When we were there, he pulled my bikinis off and the halter of my sunsuit. We played a bit there that way, and then we made a dash for the house - me running naked all the way - and went to his bedroom. It started that way, just as easy as that, and from then on we have been fuck- ing each other all along very happily and that was twelve years ago. Do you know any other marriages that have continued happily for twelve years? I don't. I wish people who read this letter and feel bad about us would remember that before they criticize. We now live together, and every one of our friends think we are husband and wife. He is very considerate. Unlike most husbands, he shaves every day so that he will not irritate my skin, etc. One of the letters in My Secret Garden spoke about dogs. When Tom and I read this, we decided to see what it was like. My brother and I started to fuck to get the dog excited. It sure 23 did - he got in between our legs and licked both Tom and me while we were fucking. What a pleasure! When we finished, Tom let his cock go off in me. I'm on the pill Tanzy licked my cunt, and Tom just lay back and watched. We let Tanzy lick as long as he wanted, and then he began to get up on his hind legs and hug my leg. That told us he wanted to fuck. Tom had me get up on my knees and he helped Tanzy get his cock in my cunt. We did not know how much cock a dog has, but I soon found out. When he got that knob in my cunt, he had over eight inches of cock shoved, up me. Fuck, you never know what it can do to a girl until she gets fucked by her dog. That pink fleshy cock is in my cunt whenever Tanzy has a desire to fuck me. Tom likes to watch his cock plunge in and out of my cunt. One day Tom asked me how it made me feel, and when I told him, we tried to get Tanzy to shove it up Tom's asshole so he could feel what 1 was feeling. But the hole was too small for Tanzy to get in. Sometimes I get up on top of Tom, and we both lay that way, both our legs apart, bellies up, and Tom lets Tanzy fuck me when we are in this position. Tom's cock rides in the crack of my ass below, and Tanzy is giving it to me from straight above. If I am alone and Tanzy wants to fuck, I place the davenport cushions on the floor and lay on my back. Tanzy is very smart and knows how to fuck me both from the real' and front. I love to fuck him from the front, because I can look down and see his cock entering my cunt, that pink shaft just going in and out. He always licks my cunt clean after we get through fucking. It was Tom's idea that I write this letter to you, but when I got started typing, I got so excited that he had to help me finish it. My last thought is that anything you fuck that makes you feel good is okay. Jennie is only seventeen, and her childhood isn't that dis- tant. She remembers it very clearly: When she says she has no guilt about her sexuality or her fantasies, I believe her. Jennie's mother clearly grew up in a totally different sexual atmosphere, and although her daughter was aware of this dif- ference between' herself and her mother, even as a child of nine, she did not blindly accept her mother's sexual authority; she felt and believed in her own sexuality even more. Jennie may not be typical of her generation, but there are countless young women like her; the very fact that she wrote me - and with such eagerness - indicated her interest in sex. What I find more significant is the ease, acceptance, and utter naturalness with which she treats that interest. Jennie I have just finished reading your book. My Secret Garden. Throughout the book, I kept thinking what it would be like to actually write to you. When I saw your address in the back, I knew I had to write. We are both seniors in high school, and plan to get married in three years. I always considered myself a girl of high morals and always thought I would be a virgin until I was married. Where I was brought up, sex was pretty much taboo. No one ever spoke about it, so I never knew anything about sex. I know that when I was about nine years old I used to get sen- sual feelings, although at the time I didn't know what they were. I used to take my clothes off and rub my small breasts and my cunt against the cold washing machine, and this made me feel very good. At other times, I would take all my clothes 25 off and run around in the woods across the street. Sometimes my girl friend would come with me, and we would sit and masturbate ourselves or each other. Just thinking about doing these things when I was a kid would get me excited, and the next thing I knew I was doing them or thinking up something new that would make me feel good. Given the puritanical background where I grew up, it's amazing I didn't feel really guilty as a kid, but I didn't. I just knew it couldn't be bad if it felt that good. Nowadays, I fantasize whenever I have time on my hands. I don't think I masturbate any more than the average girl, but I don't know much about the average girl. It's a sexy world, so I have sexy thoughts quite a bit. I don't usually fantasize when I have sex with my boyfriend. All I need to hear is his heavy breathing and I get homy. My boy- friend loves to experiment with sex. Sometimes we fuck with him coming in from the back, sometimes sitting up; we even tried it in the shower once. He likes it when I use my mouth on him. Often, in public, I can't refrain from touching him up. Up until recently, I would never allow him to perform cunnilingus on me, but now I love to feel him sucking my clitoris and slipping his tongue in and out of me. When I'm by myself masturbating or daydreaming, my fan- tasies change all the time. My favorite fantasies include being fucked by a lion, a black man, or a cousin of mine. I've always dreamed about trying incest, but I have no brothers. The closest I can get is my cousin. He is ten years older than me. One is a native woman who dances around her and forces Alix to watch her masturbate, and another fantasy includes Alix walking through the woods and stumbling upon a woman "making love to herself". While touching herself, Alix imagines a neighbour or her husband walking in just as she is climaxing, but she can't stop because the pleasure is so intense. The fantasies in Friday's book are as diverse as they are creative. Many involve themes of rape, incest, bestiality and violence. Some women conjure up scenes of their husband sleeping with someone else, while they watch on. Others see a doctor, or a man in a position of power, taking advantage of them. It must be said, that just because these themes appear in one's imagination, does not mean they are at all condoned or invited into one's own life. Often, they are metaphors, breaking taboos and exploring ideas of power and subservience. My Secret Garden introduced us to confessional writing, with many prefacing their stories with, "I've never told anyone" or "please excuse me". They are loaded with guilt and shame, but ultimately each 'confession' provided a gift for generations of women. You can buy Nancy Friday's history-making book, here. What are women's sexual fantasies in ? Sexual fantasises: Romance trumps whips and chains. Why I'm yet to change my surname after getting married. Now, of course, we talk about sex much more openly… but has what we want changed as well? Dubberley's Garden of Desires is packed with in-depth interviews and polling of many of women and makes for interesting reading. What are the top categories of fantasy? According to Dubberley's findings, there are five main areas where women's fantasies are concentrated. 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Sexfeest agenda Watch Harmaphrodite fucking herself Video Ebony porn. We came across two dogs who were trying to fuck. We watched and it got me so passionate that I stepped backward, up against the front of my brother's pants. He was feeling the same way, because without a word, he put his hands up under my halter, exposing my little breasts and cupping my tits in his hands. We soon were kissing, and he had me walk around to the back of the milk house. When we were there, he pulled my bikinis off and the halter of my sunsuit. We played a bit there that way, and then we made a dash for the house - me running naked all the way - and went to his bedroom. It started that way, just as easy as that, and from then on we have been fuck- ing each other all along very happily and that was twelve years ago. Do you know any other marriages that have continued happily for twelve years? I don't. I wish people who read this letter and feel bad about us would remember that before they criticize. We now live together, and every one of our friends think we are husband and wife. He is very considerate. Unlike most husbands, he shaves every day so that he will not irritate my skin, etc. One of the letters in My Secret Garden spoke about dogs. When Tom and I read this, we decided to see what it was like. My brother and I started to fuck to get the dog excited. It sure 23 did - he got in between our legs and licked both Tom and me while we were fucking. What a pleasure! When we finished, Tom let his cock go off in me. I'm on the pill Tanzy licked my cunt, and Tom just lay back and watched. We let Tanzy lick as long as he wanted, and then he began to get up on his hind legs and hug my leg. That told us he wanted to fuck. Tom had me get up on my knees and he helped Tanzy get his cock in my cunt. We did not know how much cock a dog has, but I soon found out. When he got that knob in my cunt, he had over eight inches of cock shoved, up me. Fuck, you never know what it can do to a girl until she gets fucked by her dog. That pink fleshy cock is in my cunt whenever Tanzy has a desire to fuck me. Tom likes to watch his cock plunge in and out of my cunt. One day Tom asked me how it made me feel, and when I told him, we tried to get Tanzy to shove it up Tom's asshole so he could feel what 1 was feeling. But the hole was too small for Tanzy to get in. Sometimes I get up on top of Tom, and we both lay that way, both our legs apart, bellies up, and Tom lets Tanzy fuck me when we are in this position. Tom's cock rides in the crack of my ass below, and Tanzy is giving it to me from straight above. If I am alone and Tanzy wants to fuck, I place the davenport cushions on the floor and lay on my back. Tanzy is very smart and knows how to fuck me both from the real' and front. I love to fuck him from the front, because I can look down and see his cock entering my cunt, that pink shaft just going in and out. He always licks my cunt clean after we get through fucking. It was Tom's idea that I write this letter to you, but when I got started typing, I got so excited that he had to help me finish it. My last thought is that anything you fuck that makes you feel good is okay. Jennie is only seventeen, and her childhood isn't that dis- tant. She remembers it very clearly: When she says she has no guilt about her sexuality or her fantasies, I believe her. Jennie's mother clearly grew up in a totally different sexual atmosphere, and although her daughter was aware of this dif- ference between' herself and her mother, even as a child of nine, she did not blindly accept her mother's sexual authority; she felt and believed in her own sexuality even more. Jennie may not be typical of her generation, but there are countless young women like her; the very fact that she wrote me - and with such eagerness - indicated her interest in sex. What I find more significant is the ease, acceptance, and utter naturalness with which she treats that interest. Jennie I have just finished reading your book. My Secret Garden. Throughout the book, I kept thinking what it would be like to actually write to you. When I saw your address in the back, I knew I had to write. We are both seniors in high school, and plan to get married in three years. I always considered myself a girl of high morals and always thought I would be a virgin until I was married. Where I was brought up, sex was pretty much taboo. No one ever spoke about it, so I never knew anything about sex. I know that when I was about nine years old I used to get sen- sual feelings, although at the time I didn't know what they were. I used to take my clothes off and rub my small breasts and my cunt against the cold washing machine, and this made me feel very good. At other times, I would take all my clothes 25 off and run around in the woods across the street. Sometimes my girl friend would come with me, and we would sit and masturbate ourselves or each other. Just thinking about doing these things when I was a kid would get me excited, and the next thing I knew I was doing them or thinking up something new that would make me feel good. Given the puritanical background where I grew up, it's amazing I didn't feel really guilty as a kid, but I didn't. I just knew it couldn't be bad if it felt that good. Nowadays, I fantasize whenever I have time on my hands. I don't think I masturbate any more than the average girl, but I don't know much about the average girl. It's a sexy world, so I have sexy thoughts quite a bit. I don't usually fantasize when I have sex with my boyfriend. All I need to hear is his heavy breathing and I get homy. My boy- friend loves to experiment with sex. Sometimes we fuck with him coming in from the back, sometimes sitting up; we even tried it in the shower once. He likes it when I use my mouth on him. Often, in public, I can't refrain from touching him up. Up until recently, I would never allow him to perform cunnilingus on me, but now I love to feel him sucking my clitoris and slipping his tongue in and out of me. When I'm by myself masturbating or daydreaming, my fan- tasies change all the time. My favorite fantasies include being fucked by a lion, a black man, or a cousin of mine. I've always dreamed about trying incest, but I have no brothers. The closest I can get is my cousin. He is ten years older than me. Recently, my grandfather died, and my cousin came up from Georgia for the funeral. We have always been attracted to one another, and during the middle of the night, he came down to where I was sleeping on the sofa. We smoked a jay, and he kissed me. Then we got into some petting. After a while, I told him to go away. Since then, how many times I've wished I hadn't! My chance will come again, but I know I won't let anything happen, be- cause I am very faithful to my boyfriend, and I know he would never have an affair with another girl. But I love to use this story of what happened that night with my cousin as my fan- 26 tasy; I try all sorts of different endings to it, thinking about all the things that could have gone on between us. I have no guilt feelings about fantasizing. It really turns me on. Some of my fantasies I share with him. There is one we plan to carry out soon. He wants me to fight him off while he tells me he's going to fuck me. My boyfriend says he doesn't fantasize. Maybe someday he will. I have found that when I do fantasize during sex, it adds to both of our excitement. Thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I hope it is of some value to you in your studies. Good luck. One of the pleasures in reading novels or going to the movies is the feeling they give us of how other people live. They seem to enlarge the possibilities of our own lives. Sexual fantasy, too, will often serve the same function, but instead of reading about other people, by an act of emotional imagination, we put ourselves in their shoes and bodies, feel what they feel, experience their sexual joys as if they were our own. In Sarah's fantasies, which follow, I find the one about the male guardian the most interesting. It is evidently born out of childhood ex- periences - the emotions seem to be of such an early stage of development that even the sexual lines are blurred: Sarah tells us that she plays all roles, both male and female. This is not uncommon in fantasy. We all wonder how other people are sexually; in our erotic reveries, we can rehearse their emotions within ourselves. One of them is recalling some good times with my ex-husband. Then you'll have to come and get it! Bring it up to me, baby, climb my pole! And I had really great or- gasms that way. I could get on top, but it never worked with me that way - only when I was underneath, and really working at it. I know some men don't like that at all. One other fantasy 1 have is about a lover I had who used to have me sit on top of his refrigerator and sort of slide down one rounded comer of it till his tongue was even with my cunt, and he'd stand there with his hands sort of cupping my buttocks to keep me from falling quite helplessly onto the floor, and lap it up like an ice cream cone. Then he'd have me slide down off the refrigerator right onto his big cock - nothing I could do about that either - and waltz me into the bedroom with my toes just off the floor. There's one about the little girl who has a male guardian - father or uncle, I never really figured it out. One day, the girl has a little boyfriend come over to play after school and invites him to stay for dinner. The guardian agrees, and the boy telephones home for permission, but is told his parents are going out for dinner, and he has to stay where he is till nine-thirty, if that's not too late. I play all three roles in this, alternating. The guardian again says okay. But after din- ner, he tells the girl she must go and take her bath, which she 28 does, Then he calls to her and says just to come out in her bath- robe. Then he opens the girl's legs and exam- ines her minutely, opening the labia around the vagina and the clitoris. Then he scolds the girl, who has stopped crying by now. We'll have to do better than that. Toby is afraid not to do as he is told and gets more and more interested in the process and asks the girl if his finger hurts her, and she says no, it feels good, but will he move his other hand a little, which he does. The guardian comes back with a washrag that he has surreptitiously wet with the raspberry-tasting mouthwash, and telling Toby to keep his finger where it is, he sponges the clitoris and labia - which turn pink from the mouthwash color and the heat its slight an- tiseptic content generate. Oh, Toby, kiss it and make it stop hurting. By now in this fantasy, I would have come about twice. Sometimes the guardian spanks Toby after this. By now, I haven't got enough energy left to tell you many details about my daughter's slumber party she had when she was in junior high. The buzzing would kind of quiet down, and I'd think finally I could get to sleep. Since then I've imagined planting a tape recorder at one of those parties. Wouldn't it be fun to 29 hear what games they really play and who gets whapped and why? In the letters that follow, very early experiences are brought to mind. While Claudia is clearly a very healthy and erotic young woman, I like the way she gives herself permis- sion not to hurry into sexual experience before she is emotion- ally ready for it. She will probably be the one who decides exactly when, where, and with whom it will take place. The progress of Claudia's life toward full womanly eroticism seems clear; the four next letters help us chart some of the pit- falls that seem to have lain in the way for other women. The difficult terrain is very clearly mapped in Janice's letter. To me, now that I dare think about it after reading your book, it seems only natural that women should be aroused by incidents involving urination, given the fact that our sexual parts are so close to our urinary parts. All interest is focused on this one part of the body dur- ing this period, the mysteries of sex and urination become in- tertwined - because both seem to be forbidden. Eroticism and 30 excretion become emotionally combined - the vagina is experi- enced as the seat of a double kind of excitement. Frank's lover chooses to live out with him those fantasies that are the outgrowth and expres- sion of early toilet-training experiences Robyn daydreams happily about the guiltless pleasure of her fiance giving her an enema. In these letters, I am struck by the marvels of human nature, its recuperative power and above all, its overriding drive for health and self-acceptance. Janice, Denise, Frank's lover, Lana, and Robyn have all taken what might seem at first glance to be behavioral hang-ups, but I have found in them sources of erotic pleasure instead. I applaud them all. Claudia I have just finished reading your book. Thank you, for it really opened my eyes to the way many women think. Some parts shocked me, other parts disgusted me, but most of it ex- cited me. And I truly believe there are women who feel excited even by the things that turn me off. I find it exciting that we women are all so different. I'm only fourteen years old, so I haven't screwed yet, but I do enjoy some sex with my boy- friends. I have had fantasies ever since I can remember. As a little kid, I imagined I was a harem girl, or a slave girl on sale at a public marketplace. I was always well-developed in the fantasy, although I was actually flat as a board then and didn't have a single pubic hair. In my fantasy, men would walk by me and examine me, but only with their eyes. It wasn't until. I was eleven years old that I even began to think and fantasize of guys putting their fingers up me. When I was ten, I stopped being the submissive one in my thoughts, and became the se- 31 ducer. At night, I would and still do think of a foxy guy 1 know or a handsome teacher and imagine me telling him to suck my tits, while I softly play with his cock. I can't help it. To me, it's just like guys looking at boobs. I sometimes wear sexy clothes, and it excites me to know that I have caused a guy to get a boner. I then imagine what his cock looks like, how large his balls are, how erect it the dick is. You know, all the things girls who like guys enjoy thinking about. I hope you can use this in your next book. It has excited me just to write about it, because I have never told anyone about these things, except when I was a kid. Thank you again for your book I think I got my first orgasm while reading it and masturbating myself, but I'm not sure. Thanks anyhow, be- cause it felt good! Janice I am so pleased your book opened up an area of dis- cussion which so directly affects my sexual life. I have thought about this incident so often, and embroidered on it, that I am no longer quite sure what actually did happen and just what I have added to increase the pleasure thinking about it gives me. I sometimes think that if I dared think about many of the things that frighten me, the fear would be replaced so easily by self-acceptance; all that keeps me, and others, from thinking of these fearsome things is the thought that it is sinful to consider them; and yet what can be sinful in just thinking about something? Like Dodson, her work was dismissed for being not scientific enough or for being too personal, or too much like soft porn. There is something quite secret about My Secret Garden. In , Friday told Salon: Earlier this month, on the 5th of November, , Friday died at age But looking back on her work, four and a half decades since it was published, the jaw still drops. In memory of the brave woman who fought tirelessly for gender equality by placing female pleasure on the political agenda, here are a few of the most unforgettable fantasies Friday uncovered. She is dragged into a room with a large male dog and a young man. She is made to beg to be penetrated, and then the dog is unleashed. It performs oral sex on her, eventually engaging in intercourse. The man then places his penis inside her mouth, while the young man touches himself. Her favourite features herself as a teenager, where her mother sells her to an Oriental potentate. Eventually, she enters a palace and a Buddha-like figure is sitting on a throne. To awake her senses, to make her hot and sweaty and wet? Jack's heart picked up on its pace, and he finally found the power to move, choosing the direction of a quiet little bay, he knew was behind the rocks that cut into the ocean on the far left; he'd be alone there, to glance into her mind. Kate couldn't face going back to the beach, to join all the survivors gathering now around the bonfires, chatting, laughing, sharing food, as one more day declined. If Sawyer had given her away… If he had announced to everyone willing to hear what she had been sneaking out to do… No doubt, he'd embellish the situation; he'd add things to disgrace her completely, acting on hurt pride, after she'd rejected his apparent advances. Distressed, Kate chose to walk back to the secluded spot where Sawyer had found her before; just as well she could even spend the night there, she'd thought, and prepared by packing a thin blanket and some food into her worn rucksack. Walking on past the rocks in the amber light of the sunset, Kate spotted a silhouette perched on the sand, elbows rested on knees, hands clasped, face turned into the ocean. The distance could have been much bigger, and she'd recognize him anyway. The shapely head of closely-cropped brown hair, the broad shoulders, the long legs, the glistening tanned skin of his strained muscular arms. And a faded t-shirt, the one she knew, bore his intoxicating scent even after it had been freshly washed. Kate felt her heart growing warm at the sight; she couldn't help it, couldn't help feeling happy to see him every single time she did. Despite the nagging voice at the back of her head, that she could never have him, never would be with him, that she was not what he wanted, what he needed, despite all the feelings of inadequacy and guilt and fear, she was always drawn to him, by a mightier force, and just being near him would somehow ease her discomfort and her anxiety and she wouldn't feel as unworthy as she did when thinking of him in solitude. So she walked up to him, not thinking about Sawyer and her book now, not thinking about anything at all. Only when the distance shrunk to arm's length did she notice a book in his hand, to which he now lowered his gaze, much like Kate had done before, in that very place. How uncanny, she observed, the twist of fate feeding her heart with strange hope. Weak, but real. She lowered herself to his side, mimicking his position, but keeping her distance. Even without touching him, she could feel his warmth radiating in giddying waves; it was entirely possible for her imagination to be making it up, but his proximity had always managed to send all Kate's senses into an overdrive. He didn't make any attempt to hide the book, simply closed it and turned it around, so the back cover was on display. Yet, she still couldn't be sure of what that was, especially with her efforts at pretending not to look. She took it, reluctantly, holding his intense gaze before glancing back to the volume in question. What else did Sawyer say? The air around them seemed to be growing thicker and thicker, invisible cobweb spinning around them, trapping them into the inevitable. She knew now, that he knew: The simple cognisance was threatening to take her control and shred it to pieces, pushing her into his arms, whether he wanted it or not. Kate flipped through the pages without really seeing them. Awkward silence. Risk it or leave it. Neither made a movement. Kate felt so tense, she was afraid to merely stir on her spot, afraid that she would lose control and go straight for him, his closeness too much of a temptation. She saw a myriad of thoughts flashing in his eyes. Bewilderment, disbelief, caution. And then hope, affection, longing. It took her breath away. Kate watched his lips opening slightly, to say something, which he didn't, not for a long moment. Thousands of needles jabbed along her spine, in a flash, both painful and delightful, as she felt herself drowning in the promise that his eyes held. The wind moved a random strand of her hair against her neck, bringing a shiver of sweet anticipation, as his eyes were silently telling her what she had only wished for. And then she saw his face shifting closer to hers, so close, their breaths mingling in a carnal flame. Kate watched his bottomless brown depths becoming blurred, while he closed the distance with a whisper:. And he was kissing her, lips so soft and warm, moving tentatively over hers, tracing out their shape, tongue probing deftly at the corner of her mouth. Sudden dizziness washed over her, swaying her overwhelmed body, but his arm was right behind her, in time to steady her, so sure and solid, pulling her ever so slightly into him. Kate felt herself gasping and she opened her mouth eagerly, flicking her tongue over his lower lip in both plea and invitation. He complied, deepening the kiss, moving his tongue to meet hers, sliding it into her waiting mouth to explore the delicate, velvety flesh there. His kiss was everything she had imagined and so much more. Real and intense and sensual and thorough, agonizingly slow, but she could sense the impatience, the wildness, the crushing passion underlying shallowly, all of which once unleashed, would make her scream in ecstasy, would make her beg him to stop because the pleasure would be too much to take and then beg him more, to never stop. He tasted so good, so good , she noticed, already addicted to the hot recess of his mouth. She flung one arm to his neck, to pull him closer, kiss him harder, with all the hunger that he awoke in her, all the primal fire that he enkindled deep within her body in a force, she had never thought existed. With her hands, with her body, she was telling him, desperately needing to tell him how he completed her, how he rebuilt her, how she believed in them. How she had longed for him each day, not being allowed to touch him, how she embraced void each night, the empty space meant for his body to fill. And there was no more a hollow in her soul, how he had crept in there, bringing light, bringing out light. Kate registered being lowered to the sand gently, his arm still holding her firmly, the other one landing by her side, supporting his weight, as he hovered above her, kissing her with full force now, nibbling on her lips, suckling on them, stroking her tongue with his own purposefully, as if he wanted to drink her up, suck her up into himself. Teasing him slightly, she caught his tongue in between her teeth and tickled its tip with her own, while spreading her palms flat up and into his short brown hair, grazing his scalp softly. She was rewarded with a sharp sigh and his body moving closer, pressing at her side, his free hand playing beneath the hem of her top, where he had found a stripe of bare skin. Kate released his tongue, kissing the corners of his mouth, and rubbing her cheek against his, delighted to fulfill her desire of testing the coarse texture. A shameless whimper escaped her throat when his moist lips connected with her throat where it curved into the collarbone while his hand moved up underneath the fabric to skim over the side of her breast tentatively. Kate arched her back into him for more, her brain clouded completely by his heady musky scent, by his taste on her lips, by the warm weight of his body pressing up closer and tighter against her, by the sound of his hot ragged breath blowing into her neck, by his knee parting hers now instinctively, moving to in between her legs, demanding access, which she gladly provided. It wasn't until his hips were fully cradled in hers, not before she could feel his hardness pressing intimately into her overheated centre through their clothes, while she bucked up enthusiastically to meet him halfway, not before her hands made their way up his t-shirt to stroke the perfectly defined muscles there, that he had suddenly pulled away from another fierce kiss, to look in her eyes. Her heart was racing in fear that he would and she shifted underneath him, knowing it would produce a grind against his hardness and cut at his self-control. She couldn't let him stop, not now, not when he was so close, so warm, so alive, the prospect of being left cold and alone on the sand more terrifying now than anything had ever been. He inhaled sharply and shut his eyes at her invasion, lowering his mouth back to hers, seemingly unable to resist. Weather Forecast. Accessibility links Skip to article Skip to navigation. Monday 15 April Top five women's sexual fantasies in A new book, Garden of Desires, explores the breadth of women's sexual fantasies today, some 40 years on after the publication of Nancy Friday's seminal work on the same topic: My Secret Garden. Dr Brooke Magnanti enjoys the update. There are five main areas where women's fantasies are concentrated, according to a new book. 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He explains that 1 am now to undergo a very holy condi- tion - the supreme ecstasy of God's greatest power. I will ex- perience extraordinary sensations, quite beyond anything I've ever known, but I must freely open my will, and my body, to the Holy Spirit. I must allow myself to react without fear to whatever frenzied state the Holy Spirit ordains when it takes possession of me. And I must be in the pure state of complete nudity. While I lie naked on the table, he anoints my breasts, belly, thighs, with perfumed oil, and intones prayers and chants. Enter her body and soul and encom- pass her in the greatest ecstasy. Fulfill her in joyous holi- ness His voice is hypnotic. I lie in an entranced stupor. He 52 waves a scepter over me. It is made of gold, with a rounded, bulblike tip. He lays the round gold top on my throat, my shoulders. Every place he touches produces a magic tingling - probing my breasts, nipples, stroking my belly. It moves toward my loins. Cool metal stroking between my labia. The sensation produces a soft moan from me, an uncontrolled lift of my torso. It slides into me, filling an orifice of my body that I never knew I had until now Is the Holy Spirit beginning to work in you? I think so You must give in com- pletely to whatever feelings the holy spirit creates as it takes possession of you. You will give in? The scepter slides in and out; as it slides in, it fills me with unexplainable excitement. My body moves in reaction, out of my control. Do you feel the Holy Spirit, coming to you? The table has a drop leaf at the end. With a quick movement, he opens the lower front of his robes, and brings out another scep- ter. As the metal scepter pulls out of me, he pushes the other one in, leaning over me, his face contorted with ecstasy, too, it would seem. Perhaps we are both meant to be fulfilled with the Holy Spirit together. He presses his other magic scepter deep inside me. It feels smooth and warm, and extraordinarily tanta- lizing. Do what it wants you to do! My orifice swal- lows and squeezes his scepter with a sensation that is driving me into a wild, delicious frenzy. Never have I felt anything like this The Holy Spirit is about to overcome me. I can feel it! That is it! Here it comes! It is here! You bet your sweet scepter, your ho- liness. I return to the priest and the room of initiation time and time again. I receive more instruction and more experience in the ways of being entered and fulfilled by the Holy Spirit. I am a devout young woman With the candles burning and the scepter sliding into me, I experience, time and time again, the greatest of all religious ecstasies. The priest and my parents rejoice in my religious gifts. Sometimes the priest shows me paintings of the saints having religious experiences - naked bodies in the midst of ecstasy - arched backs, contorted faces. I may wonder how these physical experiences can actually relate to the soul. Even the most innocent have some concept of sexuality. But I never let on; never mention my suspicions. I am having far too much fun to give it up; and everyone except perhaps the priest himself believes me a thoroughly pure, devout, in- nocent, and religious young woman We pretend, and fool each other, and continue to have glorious orgasms on the pur- ple table. Sharon Having read your book, I decided to write to you and tell you my fantasies. First, let me tell you a little about myself. I am a thirty-five- year-old virgin also Virgo! My divorced mother and twice-divorced grandmother live with me - my mother is sixty-four today! Both are in poor health, and I don't expect them to live long. My mother hates sex, and her attitude caused her twenty- year marriage to come to an end when I was ten years old. Actually, I realized how sick my mother's attitude was long ago. As a child, I enjoyed sex-play with several boys who lived close by me, and recovered from my guilt while studying Freud in high school. I am a Methodist and a Republican, and 1 do believe more and more in the new morality. I attend church for social reasons, but disregard the Pauline letters and believe in the occult sciences I love to cast horo- scopes! One of them, a bisexual, used to come to my house before my grand- mother's illness while my mother worked. I got these pictures from Sexology magazine. We would look at the photos - he was seventeen and I was twenty-eight - and become aroused. We would kiss and breathe. Then he would masturbate under the covers or go to the bathroom. We played this game day after day. Our pleasure was to hold out. He and I both loved to know how much we wanted each other - but neither would give over to the passion. Many times when I was breathing hard, he would lie on me and watch me struggle to not give in. Sometimes, I was on him watching his face while he tried to get his hands to his penis in order to jerk off. My fantasies stem from this experience. He discovers 1 need more sex, and I want it from boys in their early teens and inexperienced. I am now completely nude with my legs wide and far apart - there are about six boys partly dressed pants on standing around the bed. I can feel his young penis move into me - then he starts to move faster and faster. The room is silent. But only until George enters me do I have a climax. A short fantasy - I set up a movie camera, and we have home movies of ourselves having intercourse. Fantasy 3: I bathe George in the tub and then rub him down with powder and oils. We then have intercourse. Fantasy 4: George has a date with a young girl - she won't let him sleep with her - he comes home to my front door - it is dark and his penis very large is out of his pants - we make love on the sofa in the living room. He never leaves me again. Fantasy 5: We decide to have a child, so I hire a real good prostitute to live with us to take care of his sex drive. After he has had intercourse with her, he comes to bed with me, and I examine him to see if he is relaxed and soft. Then we go to sleep. Fantasy 6: Sometimes he has to have a boy for sexual re- lease, so 1 give him money to go to the bus station to get what he wants. Fantasy 7: Most of my fantasies are just having relations with him. Sometimes I think it would be fun to go to the basement of the library and have oral sex with him - while everyone is having a coffee break in the next room. Fantasy 9: Sometimes I dream awake of having oral sex I don't care for it performed on myself with him lying on his back. I watch his face as he feels great pleasure. Whenever I am interested in someone or date them, I have fantasies about them - I do NOT masturbate with my fantasies - much maybe twice a year! My fantasies take place normally in the morning! Sometimes at night I usually go right to sleep! My sex drive is stronger a day or so before my period. As a young teenager, I dreamed of having relations with black men and animals. Just recently have tired of the thought of having relations with monkeys. I have tried fantasies with women, but it seems too silly to continue. Friday, I don't believe in marriage - I think it is rotten for all concerned. I plan to live with men, whom I really want, at the death of both mother and grandmother. I get along very well with men and am popular! So don't let Helen Gurley Brown tell you that virgins are not attractive nor popular. I allow men to discuss sex with me. But I refuse to be in- sulted with dirty jokes. Many of the non-virgins have made fun of me at work I never say I am a virgin to anyone, but they seem to know it only to have the new men and boys employed at the library go AFTER me. It serves them right! I am enclosing my photo so you can SEE a thirty-five year- old virgin! While the sexual act is going on. Brenda verbally describes it to herself, making a running commentary on events that one would think are so vivid they would leave nothing to be described at all. This internal monologue is, I feel, another layer of sexuality: Brenda I am twenty-one, a musician, and gay. I loved your book. My Secret Garden, and congratulate you on your bravery. The first sexual fantasy I can remember is vague, but it had something to do with bugs the little black pill bugs that roll up when you poke them crawling on my clit. I was only about two or three. When I was sixteen, and was in love, I used to dream of sucking his cock all day at school! And I would suck it every chance I got in reality. When I slept with her, I couldn't sleep at all, thinking of how beautiful she was, and how any guy would love to be in bed there next to her. My real sex life was limited to hetero. We went our separate ways, and when I was nineteen, my new best girl friend would come to see me, and we'd talk about sex and get ourselves all worked up, and then we'd have a hard time sleeping. I would think of how I'd like to run the tips of my fingers lightly over her vagina walls and clit! And touch her clit lightly again and again with my finger. Eventually, we acted out our fantasies, and she swears it was the best orgasms she ever had; however, she is now back with men for social reasons, strict upbringing, etc. I have had about thirty men before discovering my preference. I found my hetero experiences sexually unsatisfying. While my girl friends get me off every time. Though once when this girl 1 dug was going down on me, I had to envision the one girl I wanted more eating me before I could come. Now she's insert- ing her fingers in and out of me, and it feels better than the biggest cock. Gena I wish first to compliment you on My Secret Garden. It is truly what I believe to be the first book to take the giant step toward really understanding female sexuality. It deals candidly, openly, and honestly with women. I should acquaint you with myself before I make my own contribution to your next book. I am nineteen, married two- and-a-half years, and soon to be a mother for the second time. I 59 consider myself oversexed - if there is such a thing! I can remember that my fantasies began at an early age; five or six. Then one day, in the spring fol- lowing my seventh birthday, all my fantasies were answered. I very anxiously said yes. But at the time I read it, this book was a totally new, exciting, "oh my goodness", experience for me. I remember the illicitness at least for me, at the time of the book. Thank you Nancy Friday for the memories. It was purely research I don't remember how I first heard about this book, but I think it was one of the first "erotic" pieces I read. It's a collection of fantasies submitted by anonymous women, at a time when repression was the norm. Some of the fantasies are vanilla, some are a bit scary, and some are quite hot. May 16, Kristin rated it really liked it. Interesting book. Not shocking to me per say, I can stomach a lot. There's a wide variety of fantasies in this book. From your classic "I want to fuck the post man" to women who want or do, naughty things with their pets. In certain parts, this book just gets downright strange. But, I guess that's the beauty of human fantasy. It's all different and inside a fantasy bubble you can do what you want without being judged. When looked at from a physiological point of view, the book was quite interest Interesting book. When looked at from a physiological point of view, the book was quite interesting. Jun 03, James K. I read Nancy Friday's great compilation of interviews with women back when it first debuted and generate the storm of controversy as well as the legion of women who finally knew they were not depraved for having sexual fantasies. It was a great step forward for feminism, and a libidinal feast for a young male with a healthy interest in what turns women on. It's still great reading for men or women interested in that topic. Jun 10, Stephen MD rated it really liked it. There's a lot to appreciate in this pioneering catalog of women's sexual fantasies. As a sex therapist I found much of the material in this book matched fantasies I hear about in the office. Power of suggestion, perhaps. If you know you're communicating to someone writing a book about sex fantasies, it wouldn't be surprising if that might stimulate you to fantasize in overdrive -- or at least to claim you did! Apr 24, Lisa Harmonybites rated it really liked it Shelves: This book was groundbreaking for its time but badly needs updating and a better grouning. It could be seen as a collection of dirty stories, yes, but it also does give insight into the female psyche and I wonder how much would still apply today. Part of the problem is I feel this isn't very grounded or representative. Friday seems to have collected the fantasies of a rather small range of women demographically. Friday wrote she advertised for female fantasies in a magazine and newspaper and This book was groundbreaking for its time but badly needs updating and a better grouning. Friday wrote she advertised for female fantasies in a magazine and newspaper and collected over of them. Are these educated women? Wealthier than average? Is there racial diversity in her sample? Lesbians and bisexuals in proportional numbers? How much of this is true cross-culturally or does this only hold for Americans? And how much has changed since given the impact of the feminist movement? She divides the fantasies into 16 "Houses" of the most popular stock themes. Would Rape Fantasy still be number three decades after the heyday of the bodice-ripper romance? Would "Big Black Men" still make it on the hit parade or would it come lower or higher since it's less "forbidden" for white women? All that said, a friend of mine interested in gender studies says she'd still be interested in this book because she knows of no more recent or rigorous study on the subject--which rather astonishes me. Jan 17, Carla Acheson rated it liked it. Oh my good God, this book is filthy. A book warped with women's pseudo-psycho sexual weirdness. A book sooo vastly wrong and repellent to the natural karma of human sexual nature, it makes Fifty Shades read like a Teletubby romp. In fact, this book is sooo filthy you will find your hands blushing shamefully, just because you are holding it, they and perhaps other extremities will glow with guilt. Unless, you too, are pseudo-psycho sexually warped you will feel like you need to go straight to chu Oh my good God, this book is filthy. Unless, you too, are pseudo-psycho sexually warped you will feel like you need to go straight to church and repent after reading it. Now let me get this point across clearly. About the Author. Sign up to the Penguin newsletter For the latest books, recommendations, offers and more. Please enter an email. Please enter a valid email address. Thank you for signing up to the Penguin Newsletter. Subscription failed, please try again. She flung one arm to his neck, to pull him closer, kiss him harder, with all the hunger that he awoke in her, all the primal fire that he enkindled deep within her body in a force, she had never thought existed. With her hands, with her body, she was telling him, desperately needing to tell him how he completed her, how he rebuilt her, how she believed in them. How she had longed for him each day, not being allowed to touch him, how she embraced void each night, the empty space meant for his body to fill. And there was no more a hollow in her soul, how he had crept in there, bringing light, bringing out light. Kate registered being lowered to the sand gently, his arm still holding her firmly, the other one landing by her side, supporting his weight, as he hovered above her, kissing her with full force now, nibbling on her lips, suckling on them, stroking her tongue with his own purposefully, as if he wanted to drink her up, suck her up into himself. Teasing him slightly, she caught his tongue in between her teeth and tickled its tip with her own, while spreading her palms flat up and into his short brown hair, grazing his scalp softly. She was rewarded with a sharp sigh and his body moving closer, pressing at her side, his free hand playing beneath the hem of her top, where he had found a stripe of bare skin. Kate released his tongue, kissing the corners of his mouth, and rubbing her cheek against his, delighted to fulfill her desire of testing the coarse texture. A shameless whimper escaped her throat when his moist lips connected with her throat where it curved into the collarbone while his hand moved up underneath the fabric to skim over the side of her breast tentatively. Kate arched her back into him for more, her brain clouded completely by his heady musky scent, by his taste on her lips, by the warm weight of his body pressing up closer and tighter against her, by the sound of his hot ragged breath blowing into her neck, by his knee parting hers now instinctively, moving to in between her legs, demanding access, which she gladly provided. It wasn't until his hips were fully cradled in hers, not before she could feel his hardness pressing intimately into her overheated centre through their clothes, while she bucked up enthusiastically to meet him halfway, not before her hands made their way up his t-shirt to stroke the perfectly defined muscles there, that he had suddenly pulled away from another fierce kiss, to look in her eyes. Her heart was racing in fear that he would and she shifted underneath him, knowing it would produce a grind against his hardness and cut at his self-control. She couldn't let him stop, not now, not when he was so close, so warm, so alive, the prospect of being left cold and alone on the sand more terrifying now than anything had ever been. He inhaled sharply and shut his eyes at her invasion, lowering his mouth back to hers, seemingly unable to resist. She understood what he was asking, understood that he needed to know; if she gave herself to him now, would that be for good? Did she want to be his fully, wholly, without running, without hiding, without playing around? Was that real and was she ready? Kate made her decision long time ago, or it was made for her before she was born, but she had never dared to hope to see those questions in his eyes. Lost for words and suddenly on the verge of tears, she blinked at him slowly and it was her turn to shake her head. It was as if he allowed his passion to take over then, crushing her against him, taking his busy mouth to explore each patch of bare skin with complete focus on every spot, gauging her reactions, seeking for the places which made her squeeze his shoulders almost painfully, which would make her gasp his name out. Everything he did, each touch, each electrifying kiss left her wanting more and more, never enough. She tugged on his t-shirt, now crumpled up somewhere around his shoulder blades and Jack propped himself up briefly, to take it off, making Kate shiver involuntarily both in loss of his warmth against her and at the sight of his sculpted chest. Reaching up, she trailed her fingers across the firm expenses of his sun-kissed skin, meeting the prickly hair there, moving to his bicep, to trace his mysterious tattoo and back again, to his hardened nipples. His chest was raising and falling in quick shallow breaths, as he accepted her caresses, letting her hands travel along their discovery tracks. The way he looked at her… It made Kate's heart flutter; His eyes black with lust now, as if he longed to eat her alive, to devour her greedily, to virtually rip her clothes off and fuck her hard, burying himself as deep as ever, bruising her on the way and never caring about that, but as if he was consciously stemming himself. It made her want him more yet; the frail promise of his strong body to overpower her, to force the sweet surrender out of her, it would drain all resistance away, should there had ever been any. But at the same time, there was endless tenderness in his eyes, the care, the affection, the respect, the need to protect her. It did, however, manifest much alike: And he must have read it right, because the next thing she felt were his lips on her own again, in a kiss so passionate, so devoted, so truthful, that Kate felt the aching for him inside her double, triple, multiply by each dart of his talented hot tongue against hers. Breathing into his mouth, she grabbed his hand that was playing languidly across her stomach and shoved it up onto her tingling breast, with a simultaneous buck of her groin against the irresistible temptation of his hard length strained beneath the heavy denim, eliciting a low, almost animalistic grunt from the back of his throat. And his long fingers were moving over her waiting breast; she pressed up against his palm, unable to stop herself, wanting more, always more. He drew circles with his thumb around her taut nipple through the fabric, teasingly, but then cupped her breast firmly, pushing it up slightly, and her breath got caught down her throat from the infinite pleasure. Kate moved her hands down his strong back, to grasp his firm buttocks and urge him closer, tighter, rubbing against him now, in the long-restrained need. She was glad to see, he wasn't planning on holding to his persistent control, that his impatience matched hers, that he pulled her top roughly over her head and struggled now with the clasp of her bra, but not succeeding, so he just pushed the garment up and out of the way, stopping momentarily, drawn to the sight of her heaving chest in the fading daylight. His movements slowed down upon uncovering her breasts, his hands on her yearning flesh, passionate now, earnest, focused on cherishing her. One roughened palm closed over her breast and she moaned in pleasure as its heel rubbed against the flushed nipple, and she panted, capturing his earlobe with her teeth, to yes, yes, please , not to stop, when his hot mouth joined in, his tongue lapping on the tight bud, his lips sucking gently and then stronger, making her head spin and sending the sensation straight down to her lower belly in a delicious spasm and straight into between her legs, in a pool of fervent wetness. She couldn't stand the increasing tension, desperate for release; she was grinding up against him frantically now, her hands roaming over his sculpted body anywhere she could reach, her lips only leaving his to cover his jaw, his neck, his shoulders in rushed sloppy kisses, to taste everything about him, the salty tang of his sweat on her tongue. She reached for the waistband of his jeans, and he didn't protest, no, he encouraged her, backing up and giving her access, mesmerized by her tiny fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. She could tell he enjoyed the image; he was going to remember it. Kate wanted to implant dozens and dozens of images into his memory, she wanted them to replace his fantasies, to fuse with them, to stimulate them, so he would always come back to her when he wanted to feel like this. Determined, she wriggled her hand past the heavy fabric, eager to touch him finally, and they both gasped when her fingers connected with the velvety skin of his hard shaft. The look on his face was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, Kate decided, as she grasped him firmly and stroked once, twice, his features smoothing visibly as he allowed himself to fall victim to the ineffable pleasure. Fascinated, Kate leaned up to capture his parted lips with hers again, and he responded immediately, shaking the momentary inertia of pure bliss off and away, and returning her attention, freeing her from the bra successfully now and bringing his hand down, to where she needed him, cupping her through the jeans. The arch of her back was pure instinct, as she moaned his name breathlessly, but the contact wasn't enough and he knew it. Her eyes fluttered open in disappointment when he moved up to kneel between her legs and his erection slipped out of her hand. She knew, now that she'd identified that part of him, now that she'd got to touch it, she would never be able to get enough; she would want him over and over again, under her fingers, in her mouth, inside her. A chill ran down her spine at the notion, and her insides contracted in a fresh tide of arousal. What he does to her. She melted under his touch, her skin turning to hot liquid, her whole body evaporating, floating outside time, outside space, in the transcendence they shared; everything became absurdly insignificant now, the world imploding into the eternal call of her body to him. She wanted him, she needed him, now, and so she told him. His pupils dilated further as he nodded slightly and let out a ragged breath; he unzipped her pants and pushed them down roughly, getting stuck on her boots for a while. Jack came back to her yearning lips in a trail of butterfly kisses up the curve of her calf, the smoothness of her inner thigh, the hollow of her hipbone, the swell of her breast; the dizzying tickle of his stubble following. His mouth wanted to be gentle, but his lust didn't let it, and she felt his teeth flirting with the idea of an ample bite, grazing the crook of her neck, brushing over it. With an unsuppressed whimper, she cocked her neck, exposing herself to him, inviting him, surrendering to him. Yes, Jack, yes. A low grunt left his throat when he suckled on the creamy softness hard, bruising it, attacking it, but she was only too willing to give in, to accept each and every assault, knowing well, that he was paying her back with his bare soul, bare heart, all of it, and that his body was designed to pleasure her, just as hers for him. Kate heard her own cry, when his skillful fingers found their way past her underwear, to slide into her folds, to rub her swollen clit lightly, to apply deliciously rhythmical pressure, to dance over her opening before slipping in and beginning to thrust now, agonizingly slowly, even though they were shaking with his stifled urge to devour her hard and fast, to quench his carnal thirst. The thirst that threatened to leave her dried up dead if he wouldn't pour life into her body soon. She urged his jeans down, and he helped her, never stopping his kisses, never stopping his whispers of how beautiful she was, and how he had always belonged to her, and how he wanted to give her everything, anything. And so she found herself in the firing line of the feminist sex wars before that concept had even properly taken shape. Ms magazine wrote of her: Today, we take a lot of sex-positive talk about women for granted..
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